BETRAYAL AT THE HOUSE ON THE GAME TOWER - END

[idolpro]

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. ]

Comments

[rollplayinghouse]

[When she looks up to meet his gaze her eyes are extremely uncertain—not scared, just like she has no idea what to expect at all and can't manage to prevent that from showing on her face]

[criminaljustice]

[#datingwildcards

but it's fine. he's just moving in for a kiss because. really. he should have done that ages ago.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[is this what people mean when they say their heart skips a beat?

for a moment she can't react, but after that she does, kissing back hard, hand fisting in his hair and holding him there with an iron grip, like he might escape]

[criminaljustice]

[well, now he gets why Phoenix is really into that hairpulling thing.

it pulls an amused and pleased sound from him since he's not planning on going anywhere, just upping the intensity of the kiss. he's so thirsty, Maki. you have no idea.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[This is her third kiss ever and the brief 'please stop being so insanely insecure' kiss with A shortly ago in the house doesn't entirely count, so Maki is still not sure what she is doing. But, in the face of everything that happened, being kind of unsure seems like a terrible reason to stop, so she follows suit kissing as best she can, rising on her toes for leverage and to bring her body just that much closer to his.]

[criminaljustice]

[has... had plenty of practice. hilariously, most of it during this game in particular, but.

he's practically vibrating with need and want and he could probably stand to be a bit... less with it, but honestly why do that? he's already wasted enough time not going all in. a hand drops to her waist to ensure she's as close as she could possibly by to him.

when he does pull back from the kiss, it's really just to make sure they have enough air and he doesn't really stop kissing--her face and jaw and neck all seem fair game.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[perhaps Boss should kiss his girlfriend as much as he kisses other people. but this is a good start.

when he breaks for air she makes a noise that's clearly not entirely intentional, a sound of protest combined with a breathy gasp, but when she realizes he's not actually stopping she tips her head back and arches her body against him, hand in his hair loosening enough that he can maneuver and just threading through the curls at the back of his neck]

[criminaljustice]

[kissing girlfriend more is definitely in the agenda.

mostly because she hasn't tried to stop him once and he's taking full advantage. kissing down her to her throat, he murmurs her name against her skin, reverently, in all the tones of someone who's probably thought about this for way too long. his voice is barely there, half harsh breath of someone who's heart is racing. hints of teeth against her skin start being introduced not even halfway down, not hard enough to do damage but enough to gauge a reaction.]

[rollplayinghouse]

Ah—

[even the first brush of his teeth sends a shiver of pleasure through her; her skin is sensitive and she's not prepared for how it feels. now she seems a little off-balance, figuratively and literally, her grip on his hair and his shirt holding some of her weight, her breath coming quick]

Ah... I...

[criminaljustice]

[the attempts to speak catch his attention just enough that he works to steady his breathing, but continues to place kisses at her throat.

You...?

[it's still airy, breathy but it's louder--very loud to his own ears--and low. he slows the fervent speed of the kisses enough so she can say what she wants, though he's just making up for the reduced speed by ensuring his arms are around her, providing support.]

[rollplayinghouse]

I...

[what does she want to say?]

I... like that...?

[her face is red, the flush crawling down her neck to her chest.]

[criminaljustice]

[... cute.

he's just. so utterly charmed by that, smiling against her neck.]

I can keep going. Do more.

[rollplayinghouse]

[runs her hand through his hair again]

...I want more. Definitely. But...

[she trails off on that thought, not sure exactly what she wants to say, but the pause makes her glance up and suddenly become very aware of where they still are]

—Somewhere else, maybe...?!

[criminaljustice]

[. . . wait. we care about that sort of thing?

I guess???

he pauses, looking up to her and noticing the. fluster.]

--is there somewhere?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She gets more flustered as she fumbles for an answer to that question]

W-Well, you could come back to my room, or...

[redder]

...anywhere private is fine... we could just... find somewhere no one can see.

[criminaljustice]

[he straightens up a bit, not pulling back so much as making it easier to watch her.]

... somewhere with a bed?

[testing. because. look. he's waited a long damn time, but. he's not. gonna push it. if she doesn't want to. but also it's really hard not to?!]

[rollplayinghouse]

[her breath catches, and she shifts slightly, taking a moment for the significance of that suggestion to run through her, and she has to swallow before she can answer.]

...Yeah.

I mean—if you want. I don't know if I'll be—I don't know—I don't know a lot of things, but I think...

[her voice gets a bit weaker]

I think I'd... like that too.

[criminaljustice]

[scratch what was said before. he didn't know how thirsty he was.

but he almost just stops breathing hearing that and just kisses her. on the mouth. again. still intense, burning with desire but in short bursts, so he can speak against her lips.]

It's okay. I don't--haven't... not with a girl, so--

[he's flustered and embarrassed about this himself, so.]

Let's just... have fun with it. Okay?

[rollplayinghouse]

[the kisses make it hard for her to catch her breath, and she just stares at him, dazed and dizzy with sudden anticipation, for a long moment before she manages to speak again]

...Okay. Yeah. I'm... sure we can figure out something that's... fun.

[criminaljustice]

Then... Taisho's probably more comfortable. Than Bad End.

[just. uh. yeah. objectively yeah.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[she still has not seen the Bad End dorms, but Taisho is nicer than many of the dorms NOT made mostly of cinderblocks so she is not going to argue]

Then... we can head to my room.

[criminaljustice]

Okay.

[drawing back a bit, mostly so she can regain her balance a bit so they can. go.

but first, another kiss.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[the kiss does not help her regain her balance.

but eventually she does pull back and settle properly on her feet, brushing hair out of her face and trying to compose herself for the walk. though the effort at composure is a dubious success when she's still very flushed and not looking away from him yet.]

[criminaljustice]

[his hand's going to find and catch one of hers and lace their fingers together because.

... yeah, because.

he's always a bit disheveled looking with his messy hair and whatnot and he's currently has no fucks to give about appearances so mostly he's just??? so content??? chill??? he's fine. this is all. real good.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[good. yes. this all seems good. she tightens her hand around his]

Okay. I guess... we should go.

[Walking requires standing so far apart, though... She catches herself thinking that and lets out a small huff at how ridiculous she's being before starting to lead him off.]