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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Who: Idols!
Where: Hotel Lobby
When: Day 34 afternoon

[Hello, idols! On this fine Imeeji day, everyone is going to receive a mass-text from a certain CEO]

Idols of Imeeji,

The meeting with Exael has concluded. If you're interested in the results, meet in the lobby in thirty minutes from the timestamp of this text.

This is an information sharing session. Bring any useful items you obtained from the House of Mirth (aka the Haunted House).

Leave your inter-unit squabbling and your irrelevant personal feelings at the door. This is not the forum for either. Those who can't, wish to remain ignorant and lazy, or actually enjoy being at the mercy of our hosts and producers need not apply.

NO LIVES ARE PERMITTED AT THIS EVENT. Breach of this rule will result in your forced removal.

-- Intensity

[LINKS: Exael Meeting Notes | Additional Info Sharing | Donations | Counter-Lives | Ask a CEO]

[[ooc: Won't be available much over the weekend so I wanted to get this up and running for people before the next set of games. Also if you need/want something else top-level linked, just ping me]]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He is 0% surprised she is paladin-informed]

And to think, I thought I was kidding when my catch phrase to the new unitmates was "Welcome to hell."

[unbr8kable]

[Maybe this's all brand new and she's just that cool-headed okay no not even in bracket text]

Ended up pretty on the nose, huh. I just wanna know--when we died, like, shouldn't we have a contract or something? Isn't that a demon thing to do???

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But if we're Job, then we can't die. We suffer until God's done with his pissing contest with the devil.

[unbr8kable]

Or we kill God.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That'd look fucking great on our resume.

[unbr8kable]

I know, right? I mean, maybe it's peaking early, but we're dead, what else have we got to live for?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You really think we're dead?

[Because Muerte told him that was not the case]

[unbr8kable]

There's a reason Hell and Heaven're called the "afterlife." ...Answers a bunch of questions, too, like how you guys all died in that house and were back at it the next morning, or however the hell time worked in there.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So returning home as you left it...

[unbr8kable]

Insert coins to continue.

...If it's worth spending the money.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Or dead on arrival.

People chose Hell's wish probably knowing it was a fucking monkey paw. There has to be a reason.

[unbr8kable]

Start saving your lunch money to chat up our corpse buddy Mukuro, I guess.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's part of the plan, yes.

[unbr8kable]

Spilling more details now or do I have to die again of anticipation?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

If you're a fan of breaking and entering, Bell is in charge of trying to catch the other Bel's attention - who we presume can be accessed through the Game Tower.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah? Sounds easy enough. Even if they've been tetchy about the lower windows, that doesn't mean anything about the upper floors, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You did that thing once? That thing when we played laser tag.

How high can you go?

[unbr8kable]

Haven't tried more than 20-some floors, but that's just 'cause I got bored and it's fuckin' windy up there. But the game tower's not that much taller, shouldn't be too tough.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Want to go test those upper story windows sometime? For science.

[unbr8kable]

If science is asking, how can I refuse?

There any specific timing you need or just whenever?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nine-Nine fucking ditched me on something important so I have to coral him tonight. Tomorrow?

[unbr8kable]

Let's do it. Or I guess mostly me; carrying you up would be pretty awkward. Hey...

[she doesn't follow that with anything, studying him instead]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just raises an eyebrow at her]

Hey, what? I'd bitch you were calling me fat, but we both know you're already jealous of this nerd boy's abs.

[unbr8kable]

[huffs, elbowing him lightly(?) in the side]

Please. Who’s jealous of lighting and green screen? It’s more that you’re too long and bony to drag around easy and gravity gets weird up there.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Takes it. Good-naturedly even]

Speaking of gravity, how do you plan to get down after going up 20 stories?