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[opening_act]

Who: Exael and the Unlucky Contestants
Where: The Game Tower
When: 86, Evening

[ Between one step and the next the walls (or streets, or open air) around you changes. The sight before you is a room inside the game tower, a new pressure at your neck. Reaching up or looking at the people around you reveals it to be a collar, titanium with a small green blinking light set in the center. ]

[ the screen flickers on, on your cellphone. It's a half-second, blink and you miss it— Exael, chewing on a nail, looking uncharacteristically nervous— then the moment's gone and she waves both hands and smiles for the camera. ]

"Ladies, gentlemen, honored guests! Units of all stripes and sizes! I come offering you a game and a few familiar words, rearranged for the occasion!"

Her carnival barker demeanor shifts for a moment as she lowers her head to say: ] "Glory to the highest, and on earth peace—" [ her head snaps up, her pigtails bouncing with it, and she's grinning again, all pomp and energy ] "even if we're not getting much down here! So let's kick up a ruckus, put on a show, and see how much good goodwill alone can manage! If you wish to save your fellows, now is the time speak!"

[ The rules appear on your phones. ]

[ Rules ] [ Rooms ] [ Results ] [ Endgame, Revivals & Winners ]

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Re: RESULTS, END GAME

[afailedmurder]

[damn, Mars]

[foolmetwice]

[he's just a little pissed off]

[when he comes stumbling out of the elevator, bracing himself on the wall, that anger hasn't faded. his gaze snaps up when he sees A, taking quick note of the lack of blood (of course there's no blood, HSS protected AlcheME!)]

[ha]

A. . . ?

[afailedmurder]

...No need to stop on my account.

[foolmetwice]

[hhhhha]

I'm out of curse words.

[afailedmurder]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[foolmetwice]

Yeah. Me too.

[SO DRY. and he has to pause to cough wetly into his hand again]

The assholes in charge of this place could stand to hear a few more.