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[ GAME ALERT GAME ALERT GAME ALERT!!!

However, it looks like today the occupants of the elevator can only be one per ride, so it will take some time for everyone to finish getting into the dorms. For some people, this set up might be familiar. Uh oh, what could this be?

Once you step inside the elevator, Left's face is staring right at you, loud music playing in the background as usual. He's covering his eyes with a piece of paper, smiling peeking underneath instead. At the same time, your phone pings with the rules. ]

I'm soooooooo sad, guys! ♥ They're telling me I'm not taking this seriously enough! W h a a a a a a a t, can you believe this?! Do you think they think I'm not serious? I'm very serious! Seriously ✰ serious! I've told them a million times, but they say I'm just messing around for my own fun! They say things like how once I got this promotion, I only care about making myself look good! W h a a a a a a a t?

Isn't that h ✰ i ✰ l ✰ a ✰ r ✰ i ✰ o ✰ u ✰ s?

First! Of! All! This isn't about me. It's about the idols, isn't it?

Shouldn't they be thinking about you guys and stop worrying about little ol' me? I mean I'm already great anyway. Well, lets ease their fears!

Lets really make sure that this game is about you guys! We'll put the focus on all of you, and we'll make sure every feeling is all about you. That's what the fans want to see, isn't it? Because they ✰ love ✰ you ✰ guys~! Wow wow! They loved this game so lets do it again, but with a Lefty Loosey twist~!

[ Then, the door opens - and you walk into a room. ]

Comments

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory clearly suffered some wounds at some point—particularly her thigh, where her skirt is torn and bloodied—but she seems to be fine now, at most a little pale and shaken.

She's most definitely looking for some people.]

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

[it takes Mars a bit to recover. . . a few moments where he clings tightly to those from Joker's-- from his, they're his too-- world. but when he pulls himself back together again, he seeks out other people he knows]

[there are strands of red string sewn in his skin on his forearms and neck, all sewn in a criss-cross pattern]

Ma-- [. . . no, he saw her live] Glory?

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

...Yeah.

[glancing over the string]

Are you okay?

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

[he's brushing his fingers across it in a nervous motion, almost like he's trying to restrain himself from tearing it out in a bloody and painful mess]

Iiiii'm something.

["okay" is probably not the word he'd use]

Are you?

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

...I'm fine. It seems like ZRAEL won.

Did you throw it again this time?

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

[ha. . . she knows him too well, and his response is wry]

Yeah. Don't regret it, either.

But this time I got something outta it, so I guess I did better than last time.

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

Got something out of it...?

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

Yeah. I went up against Lucifel in the second round. Told him I'd let him go for 10k points and free heals for Heart.

[he's not sorry]

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

[a surprised laugh]

...Well, I guess that's one way to do it.

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

[huffs a little, clearly pleased with himself]

I'm gonna give the points to everyone else on Heart, since-- [well. you know]

. . . anyway. How far did you get? ZRAEL won, so--

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

...It wasn't my win. I got to the third round.

I was up against Primrose, then A, then Fox.

[persona tournament]

Re: Endgame

[foolmetwice]

. . . shit.

[he hisses that word, but he doesn't sound angry at her, just. . . irritated at the game]

That's some rotten luck.

Re: Endgame

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah.

I... did the best I could, though. In several senses.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He looks for her after he's checked up on his own unitmates. One eyebrow raised at the blood on her outfit]

I take it it didn't go like last time.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She also seeks him out! After the people with more obvious issues like severed arms. She knows it was just a nightmare, but she's still clearly grateful to see him in one piece.]

...Mm, I tried my best to make it through, this time.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

How far did you make it?

[rollplayinghouse]

The third round. I was up against Fox, who wanted to have a fight with no abilities, and I agreed. But I slipped up.

[a vague gesture at her skirt.]

What about you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Made it to the final round. Shanked Doodles in the second.

[And doesn't look very guilty about it]

Is a food gift basket appropriate reparations for that?

[rollplayinghouse]

You don't need to make reparations for that. Not that bringing a gift basket wouldn't still be appreciated. But I think everyone appreciates food more than false apologies.

When I killed him in a game I brought cupcakes over, but I was pretty clear they were get-to-know-you cupcakes and not apology cupcakes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good thing I never apologize then.

But I'll take that under advisement.

[rollplayinghouse]

Whatever you want to call it.

Who beat you, at the end...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Someone from pep. Apparently they found their will to survive buried deep down somewhere.

[rollplayinghouse]

[raises her eyebrows]

Really... Well, I guess they have speed going for them.

You didn't get hurt, though...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Only my pride.

And it's not like she won either. Considering how upset she was after the fact.

[rollplayinghouse]

[His pride is the worst injury for him though

Glory looks a little relieved for a moment anyway. Then she makes a face]

How did she make it that far with that level of resolve...? I assume it wasn't even someone who cared about you specifically.