Pre-Endgame

[idolpro]

[The Elevator spills you out into the Main Tower. However, it's currently locked so you can't actually get out quite yet.

On your phones, you'll see a line stating "Results Pending". Seems you gotta wait a little longer though you might wanna check on your pals anyway!

I imagine someone is bleeding probably.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If she was taken from the room, then it means someone played a murder card on your unit.

[purrrnicious]

Then don't just talk about it, go get her! Where's Blue Eyes?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You think I wouldn't go get her if I could?!

[purrrnicious]

So, what, just sit here? Is that your plan?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes.

You line up a SensitIV! You line up a pep!pep! And then you bring her back.

[purrrnicious]

[You know, it's been a week and then some, so enjoy some hysterical laughter.]

Sit and wait? That's your plan? Wow, how'd you come up with that, I never would've managed. . .!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And your plan is what?! Blow a hole in the Game Tower and magically find where they're keeping her?

[purrrnicious]

[UH WOW RUDE HER PLAN IS







apparently to get driveby Could 9'd by Pink and quiet right down, oops.]

. . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Thank you, Pink.

He sighs as she quiets]

Kohime...

[purrrnicious]

[idk man this is kind of weird]

What?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You'll get Yvette back. She's no good to the production permanently dead.

[purrrnicious]

I know that. I just. . .





. . .I'm sick of this.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The waiting is the worst part.

[And just going to--- try and nudge her away from the rest of the crowd. Now that she's calmed down (even if by magic means)]

[purrrnicious]

[She'll go, she's not exactly keen to be with the crowd anyway. A lot of concerned faces that are probably the source of it all in the first place.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You still have a bum knee, don't you?

He offers an arm for her to lean on. Casually. Like it's no big deal]

[purrrnicious]

[The good news is she got ninja-healed, actually. But she takes the offered arm anyway, for a reason that's maybe not immediately clear –– until they walk far enough he might notice she's completely unsteady, almost like she's drunk.

So the knee was healed, but it doesn't take care of that stupid lack of balance card!]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The truest form of cat suffering. Not being able to land on their feet.

Either way, to one of the corners of the room they go. And Intensity doesn't move away once they are now leaning toward a more secluded wall]

So how many things were you hit with? Personally?

[purrrnicious]

Two, I guess. Six teams played on us in the first round.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Did they ever ease up?

[purrrnicious]

Can't play on the same team twice in a row, remember?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does that mean your round 3 and 5 were bad?

[purrrnicious]

Did you forget why we're waiting here in the first place?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I---

...

The last round was always going to be the worst.

[purrrnicious]

Our first round didn't start all that great either.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I know that, too.

What do you want me to do about it?