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~GAME~

Who: everyone!
When: day 17, morning
What: GAME TIME

[ today, when the GAMESHOW notification goes off and the phone maps lead you to the game tower, the debris is still everywhere, the lobby is empty, and the elevators are unlabeled. The rules don't appear on your screens until after everyone has filed in, the doors have shut behind you, and the elevators have started up and risen at least a few stories.

your phones light up with instructions at the same time as the elevators all shudder to a stop, and a sharp hissing noise starts up as thin blasts of air enter from the walls and fills the room with a horrible, horrible smell. like straight up sewer rank awful. Luckily you won't have to deal with it for long, since you pass out so fast you won't even remember hitting the ground.

You wake up on the floor of a room with the rest of your unit. Mukuro's face isn't on any screens, but the first thing you might process as you regain consciousness is his boyish voice filling the air, shifting from calmly informative to as energetic as ever. ]

… courtesy of danna's abilities, we have much more exacting control over a much broader range of possibilities. Ah, and the stars of our show have just begun to stir!

Then, let's go over the rules of today's event once more!

[ and then he does show up, waist-up on the large tv-sized screen on the wall, smiling brightly beside a diagram demonstrating different possible outcomes - labeled with T's and B's and X's over "losing" stick figures. ]

Prisoner's dilemma! The max-tension psychological classic, with a secret agent feel~

This one is all about trust and betrayal. Originally, two people would be interrogated separately for information, and told that they would be spared if they turned on their partner. But if both of them kept their mouths shut, then their captors would have less over them and they both could be saved. While if they both betrayed one another, then they would both be punished! For either of them to win, at least one of them would have to take the risk and decide to "trust"~

Today's game is a three-person variant, or rather, a three-unit variant! This means that instead of just one other person, our idols will have to carefully consider the thinking of two whole other groups of people in their decision-making! But like the standard "prisoner's dilemma," only one person each is placed at risk ☆ Just like a sacrifice!

[ briefly, the display switches to images of flower arrangements ]

Additionally, since the idols haven't been told who their partners are, we've provided them with a small means of communication - courtesy of this goryou - for them to find some way to identify themselves, earn the other units' "trust," and get a read on what kinds of people now hold the fate of their unitmate in their hands!

[ and back to Mukuro, a bust shot with the diagram gone now ]

The results this time will be a little more complicated than the original "win/lose" scenario. In this case, even trusting each other won't get a good result. Betraying each other is worse, but only betraying someone who trusts you will save your sacrifice and bring your unit victory~! That's why it's important to convince the other units to "trust" no matter what!

And trusting someone who ends up betraying you - well, wouldn't that be just horrible?

Leeet's go! ♥

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[He tries to quiet that fear with his own calm, but Nate could only do so much without touch. His voice dropped to a solemn hush.]

...Yeah. Of course.

How well can you walk? I can meet you there.

Edited 2018-07-21 09:18 (UTC)

[that's so nice though? Nate's heart responds so well to just DIRECT INPUT, because it's not like Nate can lie??]

I'm good. C'mon, I just don't want anyone else to see my gross vulnerable underbelly.

...Okay.

[Farewell, well-meaning child crutches. Nate let Wade lead the way to wherever he felt most comfortable. The alcheME dorm?

Every time he staggered with pain, there was a flash of worry as Nate had to suppress the urge to lift him up. God, it was so hard...! And he was IN PAIN! The fretting was probably getting real loud.]

[alsga;sldkfha;

Wade spins and squeezes his hand on his chest like a flustered schoolgirl]

Your feelings are flowing into me~~! You're so caring, Nathan-kun!

[Oh god now it was his turn to be flustered. But also: annoyed at himself.]

Fat lotta good that does if I can't do anything about it.

It's nice though. It feels good.

... [He's a little embarrassed to suggest this, but.]

I can turn it on from time to time. Wherever you are. If I'm thinkin' about you.

Is that something... you want?

Edited 2018-07-22 04:48 (UTC)

[WOW HE'S SO IN LOVE]

Seriously? Fuck... why would I not want you to pay random attention to me at all times? Yes, obviously.

[aaAAAaa love buzz, soft feelings. Nate glances away, trying to push back the urge for physical contact again.]

...I don't think I said it yet.

But I really missed you.

[Wade has to consciously hold himself back from draping all over him.]

Yeah, I... I really missed you too. Fuck.

[some fear and doubt seeps into his heart but he stops once they're in their own alleyway. and turns around! And pushes back his hood and peels off his mask. Frantically getting out of his costume since he himself hasn't really seen the full extent of it. Stripping to showwww... he's blood red up to his elbows, and his body is covered in huge vivisection scars, making him look very clearly like he's been viciously experimented on, or is some kind of wretched experiment. Fear a lot stronger the more he takes it in.]

So... yeah. Cool.

Wade...

[Even his normal, stony-faced demeanor couldn't hide his reaction to seeing those scars. He was livid, a growing maelstrom of worry and pain and FURY. Pure, poisonous hate for the people-- no, the monsters that did this to him.

All that hate and nowhere for it to go. His fists were so tightly balled, they were practically shaking.]

Whoever did this...? They're going to die.

Wade stares up at him.]

So, you think it means this happened, right? I mean it's pretty straightforwardly fucked up looking. I don't remember anything like this, and like, it's obviously what they meant would happen if we lost? ~I'd never be the same.~

Did they put anything in you? Or-- or were they just experimenting for their sick games...

[Because that. That's just abject horror, Nate was so angry he felt sick now. He leaned in, trying to get a better look at them. They were so fresh... concern took hold of him again.]

...They're never going away, then. Do you think they'll heal up eventually?

[deep breath. Sort of pokes at the center cleft in his chest. He tries to spread it, but it doesn't open.]

It's healed. I think. I dunno. I think...

[he unzips a little more, pales while plainly staring at his dick, and zips himself back up. then just curses A LOT at how obvious that was]

Hohhhkay. Yeah. Uh, it was for fun! Y'know, why the fuckkkk wouldn't it be for fun! This is so dark. Who the fuck wrote my backstory?!

Edited 2018-07-22 07:31 (UTC)

[Wh... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR DICK? It was a good dick!!! Was it still even there no don't jump to conclusions. Stay calm. Nate is, however, just as pale.]

What's wrong with your penis.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING?

I know you're lying.

[squeaky??]

It's gonna be fine! It's got extra texture now! That's gonna be a bonus in your life!

THEY CUT OPEN YOUR PENIS.

[ screaming, furious internal screaming, ]

I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE SICK BASTARDS WITH MY BARE HANDS

YEAH LET'S SCREAM THAT REAL LOUD, NATE I DON'T THINK ALL THE TEAMS HEARD IT!! Fuck!! They cut everything open, okay?!

[I-IT'S OK EVERYONE WAS OVER THERE. far away. far, far away...]

How the hell did all that happen in-- in...

How long were we out for?!

It's not that! This didn't happen just now! This is-- This is something else, okay? This is some shit I don't remember and--

[he rips off his gloves and shows his hands]

Look, that's not all there is! This is my dirty laundry.

Edited 2018-07-22 08:05 (UTC)

[Faintly, but still burning with righteous anger:]

They're all... old...

[Christ. He was looking at everything Wade had suffered in his life, and it made it so much worse than some magic torture designed by their current prison. This was his life. Every cut hidden behind the curtain of his healing.

Nate's fury simmered. Breathe. In, out.]

Okay... we know time travel's possible. Killing them together is still on the table.

[Wade laughs, weak, and wraps his arms around himself.]

Aw, honey. You always know just what to say.

I don't think I'm gonna remember I was some great hero, Nate.

[It is actually painful watching him hug himself like that. Painfully lonely... he was right there...]

I don't care. Whatever you were. Weren't you the one who told me-- we're makin' ourselves better, right?

You've got me now. And I need you.

All I care about is that you're here.

[...Fuck it. He's going to hug Wade. If it's only for a second, the heartache can't build quickly enough into crying, right? Just a quick squeeze...

God it's hard to leave, though. Even if it hurts.]

~GAME~

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