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. ]

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[he does not show the same concern for cleaning his axe. his grip on it loosens and the blade touches the floor]

H was clearly unhinged from the beginning, but E seemed... normal. I didn't suspect a thing.

I don't think you could have been expected to.

[weakly, looking around at the mirror and corpses which are probably still bleeding out]

It all happened so fast.

[flatly:]

They'll come back.

Are you sure?

[that had been sort of implied by some of the crazed rambling but that's one thing]

No.

[taking a seat, laying the axe down beside him]

But it's about as plausible as anything else that's happened here.

...

[yeah, sitting seems like a good idea. sits beside him on the opposite side from the axe]

It's true, this whole thing is like a nightmare. It probably wouldn't just end like that.

There's no reason why it would. If they can really reset time, they can keep us here indefinitely.

Surely people would get bored of watching this eventually.

Perhaps.

[...]

Boss won't be the same the next time we see him.

[there is weird wrenching feeling in her chest and she flinches visibly]

Probably not, if... the others are anything to go by.

...maybe I can pull him out?

[seems unlikely, and probably he should have thought of it a little sooner, but he gets up and goes to prod at the mirror]

[blinks and also rises to watch, faintly hopeful]

If anyone could, I guess it would be you.

[his hand won't even go through though]

It's no good. Maybe because it's cracked?

[:(]

Maybe... or maybe it just closes up once someone's inside. Who knows how magic mirrors work...

[comes back and plops back down]

We should plan for next time.

[slumps, both at his lack of success and the idea of a next time, but she forces herself to consider it]

...Should we try to meet somewhere else? I got lucky and there were stairs up to the entrance hall this time, but obviously that's where everyone ended up.

Unfortunately I think that's our best option, considering that we start out on different floors.

Maybe so. It's not fair that we start so far away...

[a surge of feeling wells up in her chest at how unfair all of this is, but she squashes it down]

Hopefully I'll be able to get upstairs next time too.

We move quickly. Don't let anyone get in our way.

Yeah. That's probably the best way.

Not friends, not our unitmates... not Boss.

...If Boss tries, he can follow until we meet up. We can deal with him together.

...You can leave him to me if you need to. There's nothing salvageable there anyway. Not after that last memory I bought.

[she wonders if perhaps they have different ideas of what 'deal with' is, here. either way, her voice is sharp]

You don't know that.

I'm reasonably certain. I was working for the creep who had him arrested, in whatever capacity...

[pauses]

You don't think he can hear us, do you?

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