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

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Eventually, when he finally makes it out with the last group, he makes his way over to Intensity.]

[He looks rough? Pretty much covered in blood, but there's some awareness in his eyes, which is a step up from the last time he left this game.]

...hey.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course they would keep you in the longest.

[Gestures for Hurricane to come closer]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Comes closer, ducking his head a little.]

You, uh... how you holding up?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fine.

Ish.

...

Need any repairs?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw.

[Knocks on the leg.]

Lucked out, this time.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Taps on one of the bloodstains on his clothes]

Is that so?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...way better than last time, anyway.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He laughs at that. But still---]

Low bar.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Pretty much.

I'll take what I can get, though.