imeeji_frontstage | BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER

Who: Exael and the rest of you lot
When: To be inserted into the timeline after completion
What: Betrayal at the House on the Game Tower

[ The GAME ALERT and map show on the screen of your phones— idols, you know what to do!

The Game Tower elevator doors are open to receive, and close once they have you in their confines and the broadcast monitors click on. You can keep an eye on the city further and further below you, as watch with your host's introduction to today's game.

At the very least it's not Mukuro's face on the screen this time. Instead it's Exael again, pigtails bouncing as she hops up from a grand low bow— it looks like they cut part of her broadcast spiel for you guys. With a showman's flair, she twirls and splays her arms as the camera zooms out to focus on a grand mansion, more Hollywood glamor than anything belonging in Tokyo.

"Summer has come to Tokyo, and so has the season's specialty: The Trial of Courage! Step right up, and charge right in because waiting won't help you at all! Here is a place even angels fear to tread! Azzy's very own, The House of Mirth and Betrayal! This place has a sordid past that casts a shadow as long as the valley of death, and soon our Idols will be adding their own pages to the tale!"

The elevator stops atop the central tower of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building and then lurches unpleasantly, wrenching itself out of where elevators ought to go. The sudden movement jolts you, and when the doors open you spill out into into a room.

Hopefully, with not too much time missing. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ You enter the Game Room. Globules of lights string the ceiling, dripping pools of light to illuminate a billiards table, a roulette wheel, a craps table. Someone's game of 52 pick-up scatters the floor near an overturned table crouching in the corner, one of its legs yanked out from beneath it. Throwing darts pincushion the line of target on the back wall— and the nearby taxidermied game. An Elk's head stuck with five darts dead center between the eyes stares straight at you.

There is an entrance to the East, and to the South. ]

A breeze chills the room. Before you three men hang from grayed ropes. They stare at you with cold, dead eyes. The trio swing silently, then fade into dust that falls to the ground. You start to choke.

You must attempt a roll for each trait:
2+: That Trait is unaffected.
0-1: Lose 1 from that trait.
If you roll a 2+ on all 4 rolls, gain 1 additional point in a trait of your choice.