The First Game

[opening_act]

Who: Calling all idols
Where: The Game Tower
When: day 2, afternoon

[ You didn't lose your phone, did you?

If you didn't and you're anywhere within range of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building-- your phone just went off loudly, with an insistent vibration. All other features of your phone have been overridden by an alert header above a map that reads:

GAME TIME.

The map displays the route to the Game Tower from your current location. You can't make phone calls, you can't play with your camera, you can't even check your profile.

Follow the map, and the doors open to the lobby, welcoming you in. ]

Comments

Re: FINAL ROUND

[neigh_sayer]

. . .

I feel like 'break a leg' would have been thematically more appropriate. Just saying!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Right?

Someone should fire the writers.

[neigh_sayer]

And hire ME. I want dollars not points! Cold hard cash!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

For what? To stuff under your mattress?

[neigh_sayer]

How did you know?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What else is it good for here?

[neigh_sayer]

I thought money was good EVERYWHERE. . .

[opening_act]

That is a problem with the raffle, isn't it.

[neigh_sayer]

[fingerguns]

Oh well! Remember to vote in unison next time, dear audience! And lighten up a little, wow.

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Ha!

Perhaps they could hire you as a consultant.

[neigh_sayer]

Or a cute intern!

[is still just, wearing his maid uniform. YOU CAN'T TAKE THIS FROM US, HOST]

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[Poking some of the frills.]

That works, too.