Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote in [community profile] imeeji_frontstage2018-08-09 11:47 pm

BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER - END

Who: Traitors and Survivors, Exael
Where: The Game Tower, and leaving it
When: Day 25, morning-- it appears that game lasted the bulk of day 24 into the night.

[ Abruptly, the nightmare ends.

You, in the rooms you kept restarting in, awoke. Before you can even panic, before even despair, the elevator doors were open in front of you to take you downstairs again. It could be a trap, sure, but your head is quiet— those fucking ghosts are gone. You also appear to be wet like someone dumped, perhaps, a bucket of holy water on you while you were asleep. All your wounds are gone, and you have been left bereft of any physical damage from your ordeal.

Unless you choose to take some with you. Nothing prevents you from taking any of your spoils downstairs with you, if you wish it, though all revolvers will have no ammo.

On the screens as you descend back to the lobby, Exael is clapping on screen, broadcast showing her in the mansion's entrance hall. "And so close the gates to this forbidden garden, and so closes this chapter of our story! Just as—" her hologram flickers as she doesn't seem to notice, chattering still to the cameras, "so too will—" fzzt, fzzt. Static, flickering, and then back into focus, "So give them all a hand! Everyone, you've done well! You stand before us still, ready to present us all with more marvels after having survived such grisly wonders with—" "—in the balance!"

As she speaks, she doesn't notice a figure approaching behind her. He's in a slick suit with both hands in his pockets, and you've seen him before— his portrait is in the foyer. His shoes are utterly silent as he walks across the marble floor, till he's right at her back.

"Audience and actors alike, we've been blessed with—" Her hologram doesn't flicker this time, but she stops speaking. Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what's amiss, and only belatedly begins to slowly look over her shoulder.

"Exael," he says with a friendly hand on her solidifying hologram shoulder, the effect spreading beneath his touch, "We need to have a chat about your requisitions paperwork."

She tilts her head, eyes wide with a finger tapping against her cheek as she thinks, "I didn't do any!"

"Yes," he agrees, smiling with all his teeth. "I know."

The broadcast cuts. The doors open to let you leave. ]
hashtagaesthetic: (is to stay humble)

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[personal profile] hashtagaesthetic 2018-08-10 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[oh, honey.

he gets it. now that he's thinking about it, of course he understands, the way company suddenly feels high stakes. the desperation not to let anyone go, lest they're alone again.]

....Sorry, dear. That was thoughtless of me.
dragonheartedgirl: commissioned from @frottage ; please do not reuse (Warm and comfortable)

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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2018-08-10 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It's okay.

[ It's fine, it's. Definitely fine. She's just going to quietly curl up between the two of them using her hands to anchor them around her. It's safe here in this warm little sandwich of bodies and she's content to let them have their moment, just so long as he stays. ]
hashtagaesthetic: (pretty as a picture)

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[personal profile] hashtagaesthetic 2018-08-10 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[her big strong men make for very good sandwich bread. all three of them.]

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[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2018-08-10 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's true, she really needs a third hand. ]