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imeeji_frontstage2018-08-09 11:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- !days 021-030,
- !games,
- bride,
- jacob cross,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- xia igarashi,
- ♪ [_____],
- ♪ ace,
- ♪ ariel rendell,
- ♪ bakura ryou,
- ♪ crow armbrust,
- ♪ dazai osamu,
- ♪ hak,
- ♪ itsuki shu,
- ♪ jae-ha,
- ♪ kurusu akira,
- ♪ lace,
- ♪ majima goro,
- ♪ midoriya izuku,
- ♪ nalea "bluebird" sinclair,
- ♪ nathan summers | cable,
- ♪ nito nazuna,
- ♪ ogata hyakunosuke,
- ♪ rean schwarzer,
- ♪ shin-ah,
- ♪ suou tatsuya,
- ♪ wade wilson | deadpool,
- ♪ yami bakura,
- ♭ * asmodeus,
- ♭ * exael,
- ♭ akechi goro,
- ♭ ardashir ibn ahmadi,
- ♭ dantalion,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ nakahara chuuya,
- ♭ niounomiya izumu,
- ♭ wadanohara,
- ♮ ouma kokichi,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ kano shuuya,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ miya osamu,
- ♯ ojiro sniper,
- ♯ sakazaki yuuya,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 yona
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. ]
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. ]
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HUGS are nice, hugs are. really really good. she's going to hug him back equally as tight. ]
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You're out now. You're here, and you're safe with all of us, we'll go back home and it will all be okay.
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[ it feels like--a really strange concept? she would never call that place of nothing she's forgotten--what did the dorm look like? which floor did they live on again? She does remember her impression of the living quarters themselves; a space that felt in-navigable and almost hostile in its unfamiliarity. She. Suddenly. Feels a strong urge against moving forward and she's probably just going to sort of back right back up into the group of people she's been clinging to up until now. ]
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Home is where everyone is. You, and me, and Hurricane-kun - Nathan-san and Abi-kun and Spidey-kun and Twilight-san, remember? We won't make you go anywhere you don't want, it doesn't have to be the dorm, we'll just, all be together. Do you remember when we all went camping? We can do that again if you want, or we can go anywhere. We'll be with you, Hiryuu-san.
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[ She does in fact vaguely remember camping. But right now--being out in all those empty buildings--quiet and empty buildings... ]
I'd rather be closer to where everyone else is, I think...
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