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Where: GAME TOWER
When:

[ 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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is this winning?

Eventually she'll hear the sound of someone kneeling down beside her]

[purrrnicious]

[At least it's healing up, that seems to be the 'winning' part. She flicks an ear in his direction, but she doesn't look, focusing on her wrists as she rotates and bends them experimentally –– they were bruised up and broken. She doesn't seem worried about his presence, though, she's aware who it is.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He waits until she has tested out most of her limbs to make sure they are in working order]

They really like repeating the mean games apparently.

[purrrnicious]

[She just has to run a hand up her side to make sure those gashes have closed and she's all good, though her voice is rough from coughing.]

Another repeat?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Casually]

Yes. Before BARiTONES and LiLiS were brought in.

I'm really starting to think they like how personal these one-on-one matches are.

[purrrnicious]

[She stands, shaky but recovering far faster than she has any right to –– all hail the victors etc.]

Ugh. Great, I bet it was a real fun time, can't wait for the fanmail.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs bitterly:]

Right?

I'm headed back to the hotel if you need a ride.

[purrrnicious]

[Vague handwave.]

Haven't even decided where to go, yet.



[Then she gives a small frown as something occurs to her –– checking the results, then Intensity for, like, any missing bits or spurting blood.]

Did you––what, is Future, like, second place. . .? What does that mean?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He seems to be completely unharmed.

And without even masking his resentment:]

It means I fucked up in the final round. Seems pep decided they wanted to live after all.

[purrrnicious]

. . .

[Rolls her eyes.]

Ugh, not the pep sob story again, don't even start with that.

Anyone flunk out in round one or two you're piecing back together?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[A small smile]

I won't then.

But yes... a few of mine are going to need a blanket fort for a while.

[purrrnicious]

Well, lemme know if you want anything that usually comes bottled. It's, like, the one thing my unit's good for since no one wants us anywhere near their dreams.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nonsense. Your unit is excellent company for those with any sense of taste.

But also if you're offering---

[He's not gonna turn down free booze]

[purrrnicious]

I'll be by later.