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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[Ducking back a little bit, nope, nope. Last time he got too close to someone in this room, he got drowned in the sink.]

Nah. Not a big fan of the whole stabbing people thing.

[Oh, how rude. H is looking a little annoyed now, though he is still smiling. It's just... off.]

Yeah, it's the bad end guys who're so into stabbing. Way too violent if you ask me.

...But, y'know, I'm not above a little violence. So c'mere.

[He is trying again to grab him, but more aggressively this time.]

[Whups, no. Dodging backward, trying to buy himself some space.]

Look, dude. I just wanna eat my cake and find someone who's down for hiding out and playing dumb games till the round's over. If you're not up for it, just go do your thing.

You're already here, though.

[Hmm grabbing the nearest heavy-bottomed pan off the racks.]

I'd like it if you'd pay attention to me.

[He lunges forward, swinging the pot at Hurricane's body with intent to hurt him enough to get him off-balance for mirror tossing.]

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[Speed's his high stat, bro. He is really damn quick on his feet, wheeling back and away. Unfortunately, the angle he dodged at put him farther from the door, that time.]

Heh... think you've got my attention, all right.

[Darn those speedy types. H will just have to maneuver himself firmly between Hurricane and the door.]

Great. Now keep it there.

[Let's try a feint to the right with the pot and a swipe to the left with his foot, trying to trip him.]

[He ducks the pot and throws himself sideways to miss the trip attempt, landing in a crouch that's very nearly a fight stance.]

Nah... think I'm out.

[And he's going to try vaulting up on the counter to make it past you and attempt a run for the door.]

Whoah, no running!

[Sliding between him and the door and swingin' the pot again!]

Just give up. I'm not gonna kill you.

[Ducking back out of range of that, eyes skittering between his face and the door.]

...yeah? So what do you want?

Back up. Just keep going, and I swear I won't hurt you.

[He's just gonna advance on Hurricane now, brandishing the pot, ready to stop him if he tries to advance.]

You'll just do your thing and let me go?

[Backing up, reluctantly.]

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Guarantee it.

[Waaits until he's almost backed up again whatever chrome surface is that way, then lowers the pan and reaches out with one hand, slowly, to place it against his chest if he's allowed.]

What I've gotta do isn't painful at all.

[Letting him, though the body language here is pretty damn cagey.]

...okay.

Great. Just take a deep breath and relax.

[With a light shove, H pushes Hurricane back against the shiny chrome surface -- only instead of his shoulders hitting the metal, he'll just... fall right through, into solitary darkness.]

[What.]

[What.]

[Gettng to get on his feet immediately in this strange, dark place and charging for where the way out (?) ought to be.]

Hey! What the hell, dude?

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Told you it doesn't hurt.

[Waaaves cheerfully!]

You can take a nice rest in there. No murders or anything. Just remember to think of me.

[He is OFF TO HUNT MOE VICTIMS]

[Well. He has a long, long time in here.]

[Chances are good he'll think about H for at least some of it.]

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