Endgame

[idolpro]

Who: You lot
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 155, sunset

[ The house is silent; you awaken in your starter rooms, with injuries healed and the gripping hold of possession released as though it were all a dream.

It wasn't though, was it? The scars that remain, whether physical or emotional, are proof of that. If you need more proof, well - when the elevator opens for you once more, to take you back down to ground level, you'll find you can carry whatever is on your person back down with you as souvenirs, although their effects don't carry over.

Once you take the elevator down, you'll find most everyone else there too - most everyone, anyway. Some are missing, and . . . well, the doors to the outside aren't opening to let anyone out, although non-participants may enter to fret over their loved ones.

Soon enough, once the last elevators go down, the doors will unlock and you'll be free to hurry home, as the last rays of the sun disappear behind the skyline. Night is coming once more. ]

Comments

[forgottenmercy]

[is here, looking around.]

...again.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Maiden?

[How is he looking?

Intensity has blood on the hem of his sleeves and some smeared on his coat. Very little in comparison to other people.

And a fading mark on his throat.

But otherwise he just looks. like. Intensity]

[forgottenmercy]

It is, ah, me, yes.

[he has coal dust on his shoes. otherwise his dress is fucking pristine. no dirt, no blood, nothing.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Gestures to his outfit]

I don't know if that means you managed to come away from this without incident.

Or if that you're really good at this.

[forgottenmercy]

The, ah, first. I was, ah, only in once, with Anubis, and we barricaded ourselves into the chapel.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Smart move.

It seems to have rewarded you with your sanity anyway.

[forgottenmercy]

We were, ah, fortunate to get there.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Anything interesting there? I've never been.

[forgottenmercy]

There was, ah, a book on the altar. What I could read was...

[brow delicately furrows.] ""...God did not spare angels ... but cast them into hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until the judgment…"

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Matches what FluffFluff said.

[forgottenmercy]

I should, ah, have tried to take the book, but it...might not have survived leaving the altar.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What does that mean?

[forgottenmercy]

Possibly, ah, too fragile to be touched.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I see.

...

I wonder how intentional all of this is. Does Azzy really have a chapel in his summer home?

[forgottenmercy]

...in the, ah, Realm, even the least devout Dynasts have somewhere in their homes meant for Immaculate prayer services. For, ah, lip service.

...but I, ah, doubt that such lip service is the case, here.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Agreed.

It's probably used for something else.

[forgottenmercy]

The question is, ah, what.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I have one theory.

But not for here.

[forgottenmercy]

Where and, ah, when, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Whenever they unlock the doors.

And after I've lie down for a few days.

[A pause]

Did you ever talk to Leviathan?

[forgottenmercy]

I will, ah, bring you that information when I come by in a few days, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm getting a visit from Maiden?

I'll be sure to mark my calendar. And free my dance card.

[forgottenmercy]

Is it, ah, really so unexpected?

[says the antisocial maiden who refuses to visit anyone if he can help it.]

...and so, ah...worth shifting priority for?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Work is always priority. There is no shift.

And I'll looking forward to working with you in a more official capacity.

[forgottenmercy]

[inclines his head gracefully] When should I, ah, visit, then?