Betrayal 3: Endgame Part I

[idolpro]

Who: Tired Idols
Where: The Game Tower
When: 278 Evening

[ You wake up, again, in that room—

But, if you were playing a role, it’s finally left you alone to face the world as yourself. If you look at your phone, the instructions have vanished, leaving a blank white screen, and your injuries are healed—though bloodstains, scars, and tatters might remain.

Is the game over? It seems like it must be, since the elevator is behind you, like it was when you started.

Taking it up, you find yourself deposited back into the lobby of the Game Tower, where the rest of your fellow idols start to filter in.

There’s no announcements, though…? And the doors are still locked.

You may take any items you purchased, as well as any items on your person… although guns and crossbows will not bring their ammunition along, and the strange items you picked up along the way lose any supernatural properties.

And now you wait. ]

Comments

[selfpreservationist]

[he hasn't been moving from his spot, too out of it to really register anything, but he lifts his head when he hears sabre crying.

he's healed, but the hole in his neck is still there, slowly crumbling around the edges]

Sabre--

[crawling towards her]

[hissterics]

[ Nerd Nerd Nerd Nerd Nerd--

He's immediately getting wrapped up in a hysterical hug too ]

[selfpreservationist]

[he doesn't care that he's falling apart, she's falling apart worse than he is right now, so he just wraps his arms around her and holds on. please don't mind the skin flaking]

[hissterics]

[ She clings onto him, but then flinches and gasps a little at the state of him. ]

What--?

[selfpreservationist]

... just don't touch it. It still hurts.

[hissterics]

[ She snaps her hands back immediately, curling them close to her chest. ]

What happened?

[selfpreservationist]

... I was... bitten. And... the wound isn't healing.

[great explanation there, raven]

[hissterics]

[ Vibrating for entirely different reasons now ]

Why? How do we fix it?

[selfpreservationist]

I... don't know. This happened before, back home... and... I don't know if I ever recovered from it.

[hissterics]

I-- I'll go get one of the pink team.

[selfpreservationist]

[he nods after a moment, not really wanting to argue with her that he doesn't think it's going to help. it's worth a try]

[hissterics]

[ Getting to her feet and dashing off looking for one. PANIC. ]

[crystallinelore]

[there is a catdad nearby for some reason!!! weird!!!]

[hissterics]

[ Weird!!

She beelines for him, since he's clearly the most trustworthy sIV anyway, tail lashing anxiously ]

I need your help!

[crystallinelore]

[immediately alert]

Take me where you need me.

[hissterics]

[ She grabs his arm and drags him back to Raven, who is--

Literally falling apart. ]

I- I don't know what's wrong with him.

[selfpreservationist]

[he's just sitting there where he was before, this time kind of... poking at the edges of his gaping cavernous shoulder hole.

hi honey.]

[crystallinelore]

[hi sweetheart.

kneeling at his side.]

Perhaps do not poke at it, my dear, lest you collapse more.

[fuck subtlety at this point.]

Does it hurt?

[hissterics]

[ Whatever, this slut is dating absolutely everyone here.

All she cares about is he's a FIXED slut. ]

[selfpreservationist]

[THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT, SABRE. raven stops poking at it]

... yes. Even though there's nothing there, that part still hurts.

[crystallinelore]

Then I shall start by numbing it.

[touching the skin off to the side of it gently, numbing.]

As for the injury itself... I am not sure there is much I could do, save for reinforcing the edges with fleshcrafting.

[hissterics]

[ wtf is "fleshcrafting" ]

What does that mean . . . ?

[selfpreservationist]

[he lets out a sigh of relief, slumping a little. he hadn't realized how much pain it was causing until now, it seems]

I... had a feeling you might not be able to do anything. If it didn't heal with everything else, then... something's wrong with my body.

[huffs]

"Like paper," he said. More like papyrus.

[crystallinelore]

It would mean actively thickening and sealing the edges a bit...

[taps his crystal stump.]

I can heal myself because of the particulars of our regeneration skill, but no other member of our unit is able to help with my crystal. Unfortunately, you also seem to have a complicated body.

We could also see about filling in the empty space with something else.

[hissterics]

"He"?

Who's "he"?