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[ghostofissues]

Who: ~idols~
Where: the game tower
When: day 40, early afternoon

[ the game tower elevators are marked with unit names again, which might have started being ominous at this point. once everyone's filed in and the doors close behind you, the rules pop up on your phones, and Mukuro's face pops up on the screen, waving his arms. as always, it's a close-up shot that shows just his upper torso, and his kimono is pulled snugly closed over his chest. ]

Welcome back, everyone~! For today's program, we've invited back the new and ever-popular amnesia-roman generation of ImePro idols! This is a "starter game" for the just-debuted unit pep!pep!, so please cheer for them extra loud, from the bo~ttom of your hearts ♥!

To give them a gentle intro, the rules this time are very simple! Just poison others and don't get poisoned!

[ the screen flicks off, and the elevators shudder to a stop and let you out into your rooms. ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Muerte?

[artificialinelegance]

Yoooo, boss...

[ vomits some more ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mind if I take a look, or are you enjoying being made of sunshine and roses?

[artificialinelegance]

Sure, go ahead. Oh, an' be careful, I'm runnin' hot.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Aren't you always running fucking hot?

[Places his fingertips against one of her temples]

[artificialinelegance]

Wow, don't hit on me! I'm gonna report you to HR.

Also I mean hot by my standards, not human standards. Enough t'set off temp alerts, it's fuckin' annoying.

[ she's hot enough that it doesn't immediately burn but staying in contact with her skin for more than a few seconds will. ]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Like HR is going to save you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[But that all turns to a frown and a look of concentration as Intensity finds nothing to repair. All of Santa's systems are operational, they're just operating in sync with whatever the fuck this robo-poison is.]

Of course, it wouldn't be that fucking easy.

[artificialinelegance]

Wh --

[ ok wait no stay on track.

...or you know she'll just vomit more instead]

-- P-pretty sure it's magic, boss. 'Flower generation' ain't a feature I got.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No shit.

[Pulls his hand away before it actually starts burning him]

I can't turn off whatever's fucking with your temperature regulation controls. But they're jacked. Obviously. If your systems start to actually take permanent damage, text me.

[artificialinelegance]

Sure thing. If you need me for anything I'll be sittin' in a freezer somewhere.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Just steal the ice machine and take it to your dorm.

[Don't fucking sit in the freezer for however long this takes to wear off]

[artificialinelegance]

Okaaaaay, yes sir....

[ lazily salutes him ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Is someone taking you back to your dorm?

[artificialinelegance]

I'm useful. I can walk.

[ probably. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't see how the two of those statements fucking relate.

[Rolling his eyes as he shrugs out of his trenchcoat]

[artificialinelegance]

Useful people...walk? Right...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So do a lot of useless people.

[Draping his coat around her shoulders]

Is this going to fuck with your temperature settings even more?