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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 ]

Comments

[foolishjourney]

Harsh.

[gently, affectionately gives Mars' head a smooch, amusement bubbling on his end as well. it was really nice, spending time with him like this... it made him feel like they weren't in Hell.

like they could be normal.]

[foolmetwice]

[. . . like their lives weren't filled with death and murder and maiming]

[oh]

[when that emotion pops up on the bond, Lily will feel a small pang of. . . longing from Mars. a feeling of wistfulness. a desire for his life to be that normal, at all times, not just in stolen moments like this]

[but all he does in response is bury his face a little closer to Lily's neck, and close his eyes so he can drift off as well]