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

[maxxximumeffort]

[purrs]

Gotta love it. Absolute highest-tier fucked-destiny royalty jesus, dicking down with bottom-rung scumfilm scraped off the floor.

[fiberoptic]

[Phffght]

Come off it, I'm just some lost-in-time gun nut with cyborg disease. How is that much better than your lonely, misunderstood immortal schtick?

[maxxximumeffort]

What the fuck? I'm not misunderstood. And I wasn't lonely either, until you went and called me just the worst freshman pitch and now we have to break up.

[fiberoptic]

Like hell you're not, funny man.

Guess I'll have to settle for violent breakup hatesex.

[maxxximumeffort]

[he exhales.]

See you tonight when you "go to bed," old man. And by "go to bed" I mean "meet my wizard boyfriend at the usual Love Hotel so he can fuck me with his magic wand."

[fiberoptic]

There's probably going to be nightmare duty for a while. This wizard boyfriend'll have to be quick about it.

[maxxximumeffort]

What the hell, do you all sleep in a pile? Aren't you worried you're gonna kill one of them in your sleep? Or is that just me?

[fiberoptic]

Maybe if I rolled over onto'em...

Mori's making a blanket mound in the common room so no one has to sleep alone. Some've them are... pretty touch starved. Almost as much as you.

[maxxximumeffort]

['-']

Shit.

Well. G'wan to your wholesome pile then.

[fiberoptic]

[One more quick smooch]

We'll sneak in a quickie. Tomorrow we can break some beds.

[maxxximumeffort]

Yeah. Okay.

[fiberoptic]

[are you pouting]

C'mon, your coven needs you tonight too.

[maxxximumeffort]

You have a very different dynamic with your kids than I do, honeybunch. Don't be late!

[maybe? no?? FLEES.]