Ideal World Endgame

[idolpro]

Who: Beautiful dreamers
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 432, evening

[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]

[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a particularly vivid dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]

[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]

[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]

[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]

[The doors are not yet open.]

GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS

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GUEST BOOK

[idolpro]

[The pen is waiting.]

Re: GUEST BOOK

[scattershot]

I despise you.

- Alisaie Leveilleur

SOUVENIRS

[idolpro]

[Runners, if your players got to keep any small souvenirs from your ideal world, note it here. Anything that would be acceptable by fanmail rules can be a take-home from the game.]

Izanagi's Ideal World

[bondsofsuffering]

[Anyone who was in Izanagi's ideal world can take home their favorite photo from their house.]

WINNERS

[idolpro]

[The winners are:

LiliS
Sensitiv
Wild City
Zrael
HSS
Avante]

little help? cw: probable blood drinking

[sangreine]

[ Alizarin appears along with the rest, on the floor with her sheathed katana in hand. As she fully materializes, her grip slackens and the sword rolls away. ]

[ She doesn't get up. Doesn't move, doesn't even twitch. Her lips and fingertips are tinged blue. ]

[ Anyone who was with her in the Ideal Worlds won't be surprised; Aliza was all over the place overusing energy, unit abilities, enduring bloodlust -- without drinking. Having her injuries healed can't help this part. ]


(( OOC: you may have to have two characters cooperate to help her, she needs a LOT of blood. ))

Re: little help? cw: probable blood drinking

[heavyliesthecrown]

Alizarin-san-!

[ Concerned, he crosses over to her. To be honest, he is greatly trying to forget some of the pain experienced in a few worlds. Having someone to help-- someone to focus on is a welcome relief.

Though his worry dwarfs the rest. He remembers her helping bring him out of that strange spell. He reaches down for her to pull, attempting to pull her to his lap.]

Hold on-! I will call for help!

[childeishly]

[ he is sitting on the floor holding a rex lapis plush covered in a thicc layer of dust. there’s so much dust. his mask is sitting in front of his face, so his expression is a bit harder to read, but it’s probably not hard to assume he had a time(tm). not going to move or tear his gaze away from the floor, because sometimes it takes a while to compartmentalize all the physical and emotional trauma you got blindsided by… ]

[sangreine]

[ It takes a bit for people to open some veins for her, but once she recovers she makes a point to check on people, even knowing there's not a thing to be done. (She's a little bit totally covered in blood, but not much she can do until they're let out of here.) ]

[ She doesn't say anything at first, just settles down close by. Eyes that dusty plush, and the mask. And waits to see if he wants to shoo her off. She won't take it personally. ]

1/2

[outofoffice]

[ aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ]

[outofoffice]

[




Ok, normal again.

Peeling himself off the floor to find certain friends and unitmates . . . ]

[bondsofsuffering]

[When Izanagi wakes up, he just looks... tired. He raises a single hand to lightly touch the earring on his left ear, as though remembering it's there, before sighing and laying back wearily.

There's also probably stuff scattered around him as souvenir's from people's worlds so that's fun.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He still has his earring, too]

[He also looks frankly awful. Flushed and glassy-eyed, as though feverish, with a few faint smears of dried blood on his body suit]

...hey. You okay?

[His voice is wrecked]

[quickpersuader]

[Waking up looking ?mildly confused? but otherwise fine.]

That was... stranger than most of the usual games.

[worldlyafflictions]

Ya think so? Maybe I've seen too many ta tell unless it's really wild...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[For anyone who hasn't seen him in a while, he has a shiny new earring in his left ear]

[He also looks frankly awful. Flushed and glassy-eyed, as though feverish, with a few faint smears of dried blood on his body suit. As he shoves himself up to sitting, he stares down, blearily, at the souvenirs in his hands]

To remember it by, huh...?

[His voice sounds like absolute hell]

[ends]

[ he knows that look of absolute hell, and there's a limit on what he can do for it, but.

he stands nearby, and holds out an arm to offer Hurricane a side-hug. ]

Hey... Sorry. I know it's not... I didn't choose this either, but.

[ you know. "in this together." ]

[586]

[ pentium finds a spot to sit and wait, though he'll be keeping an eye out for his unitmates. ]

[ends]

[ not a unitmate, but cannot pass up the opportunity to kneel beside a friend who is probably feeling pretty terrible right now. he holds out a hand:

pets? ]

[shatteredhourglass]

[Nyx is getting really tired of just laying there broken and stunned in the aftermath of Awful Things. Really really tired of it. So- one deep breath, one short sigh, and then he's pushing himself up off the floor.
At least it seems like everyone is in one piece, going by the lack of moaning and crying not filling the room.]

[pyromagiac]

[ felicity sits up from her place; she is uninjured—there's no major injury for her to heal from in the first place, really—but nevertheless, her shoulders shake a little as she ducks her head, as though she might be crying.

it's hard to tell, though. albert is in front of her, blocking the view from her face.

eventually, she scrubs her face, climbing on albert to look for a pair of twins and a couple dragons, and later than that, she heads home. ]

[worldlyafflictions]

[Spots her--glances at doors... guess those aren't open yet, so he'll just pull off his sailor kerchief and fold it into a square to leave on Albert for her]

[abovefate]

[ the worst thing about the tendency to cry in your sleep is that if you sleep in public, you’re crying in public. It doesn’t help that waking from the dream makes him feel like something is missing, so even as he wakes he ends up full on sobbing for and bawling his eyes out for a moment, only to frown and try to wipe the tears away when he realizes he’s not alone ]

How annoying.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Turns out when you're on sensitIV you're kind of fine tuned to pick out the sound of pain, so he like

glances over from his spot laying on the floor

but also he doesn't look physically injured so *he will remember that but otherwise leave him be.]

[leaveofabsence]

[ Zhongli awakens with a start, bolting upright and clutching his chest, breaths quick and harsh as everything comes rushing back to him.

Eventually, his breathing calms to something less panicked and his shoulders slump into something less rigid. But he keeps staring at the ground in front of him, eyes unfocused as the scenes replay in his head over and over. ]

[outofoffice]

[ Taking a seat beside him, placing his hand over Zhongli's. ]

Morax.

[romanticlove]

[Ren's eyes snap open, glowing momentarily before looking normal again. She doesn't sit up or move at first until she presses her hands to her face, shaking while she tries to keep herself from crying.

She doesn't seem to be hurt anywhere?]

[sangreine]

[ There she is. ]

[ Having been thankfully fed by some helpful friends, Aliza is pretty well coated in other people's blood, but nothing to be done about it. She approaches Ren, without a word because she has no idea what to say. being glad Ren got out is very cold comfort. ]

[ So just settling down beside Ren and sliding her into a gentle embrace. ]

[at_heart]

[ So, the thing about seven ideal worlds. It's a lot of memories to hit you all at once? He'll just lie here for a minute, it's fine. Doesn't need to sit up just yet anyway, doesn't need to look around for the people who were dreaming, won't let himself. The wording that started this whole thing was ominous, sure, but it was just another game after all. Silly of him to buy into it. Next time he'll know better.

Eventually, Lupine does lever himself upright, push a hand through his bangs. Flash a smile for anyone who might look his way. He's fine, thanks. Back in his normal body, normal age. No strange clothes, no pink bandages on any part of him, and he's not alone here. So why wouldn't he be fine? Just a little tired, that's all.

That's all. ​]

[ends]

[ Kitsu notes Lupine, but has been moving from person to person, reaching out to them, steadying them. offering food, a place to rest, someone to listen. to his own surprise, he has done a remarkable job, and that little bit keeps him going.

the whole thing motivates him to mind the way he walks, from the changes in the faces of his friends to those who look too weary to stand alone. of course he had tended people like Alizarin first, people who had an acute need that he could do something for.

but he makes his way to Lupine too, kneeling nearby. not forcing. just existing in the same space until he's instructed not to be. ]

... Hey. So, uhh... Fuck that?

[sagescion]

[Alphinaud wakes abruptly, sitting up and looking around anxiously. When he realizes everyone is also in the same predicament, he tries to relax. He looks about as tired and groggy as he feels and his hand unconsciously touches the earring adorning his ear.

It's a reminder, just as these dreams were a reminder, that they can't be too comfortable in this place. Everything gets twisted up. He hates it.]

This place truly is deplorable.

[ends]

Ah, you said it a lot more politely than I've been so far.

[ a small thing to note, but. a thing to note all the same, something that comes more easily than the flood of other things he could be saying. ]

[unbr8kable]

[Ah]



[At some point Nemesis will get up. She'll put her face on and dust herself off and maybe even deal with some people instead of just bolting from the game tower and running until she can breathe properly again.

Now, though, she stays prone, huddled on her side. Surely she can be forgiven an extra minute or two to herself.]

[sangreine]

[ Her first instinct is absolutely to bolt over there and make with the hugs, but -- looking at Nemesis, it seems like that wouldn't be welcome. It's a hard lesson, learning that sometimes what she wants isn't what other people want from her. ]

[ Besides, she's absolutely covered in other people's blood, on her face and neck and arms and everywhere.
Not exactly a comforting sight. ]

[ So she'll just drag her exhausted self over to curl up against the wall, close to where Nem is laying, resting her head on her folded arms, watching. Waiting. At least shedding tears is helping wash away the blood, a little bit. ]

[scattershot]

[There are so many people Alisaie needs to check up on.

[So no, she can't and won't lie on the floor feeling sorry for herself for a moment longer than it takes to fight down the urge to sit up and dig her fingers into her face and scream. This isn't about you. This is not about you. Now calm yourself and count ten breaths, and put one foot in front of the other and be who you have to be.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He looks frankly pretty awful. Flushed and glassy-eyed, as though feverish, with a few faint smears of dried blood on his body suit]

Hey. How you doing?

[inspiteful]

[ When Lark wakes up, he doesn't sit up, or really move much. He just sort of stares at the ceiling for a while, before he moves an arm across his eyes to try and cover them.

It was nice while it lasted. On the other hand, he feels like an idiot, too. ]

[scattershot]

Lark, there you are...!

[She's been looking for him - waiting for him to awake.]

[identitypolitics]

[ waking up holding... of all things, a plush of a black dog, and a keychain of some bird she doesn't recognize? ]

Yeesh.

Well, I guess it all worked out.

[proceedwithcautus]

[ ehhhhhhhh ]

...that was all a little mean, I think.

[shatteredhourglass]

...more than a little, I think...

[apocryfall]

.........!? !!? !?!?!

[ a child in sensitIV clothes that are entirely too big for him is sitting up in one of the divans. he looks like he could be 10-12 years old, his hair is black, and his skin is light, but that's probably lucifel? he has an earring in the same style as the rest of sensitIV, but it looks a lot bigger on him right now.

his corruptions still exist—namely, he still has six wings, but they're all baby angel wings. his decapitation scar is gone, but . . . water seems to be trailing down his face. . . ? ]

Eh....???

[shatteredhourglass]

[Does a double-take in passing

WHAT IS THIS TRAVESTY UPON MANKIND]

[protectshisown]

[Well]

[That was a Whole Thing.]

[He does look]

[Sad, but for all he was sleeping at the beginning, he doesn't look as bad as might be expected.]

[He will pick up these souvenirs though.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He has a shiny new earring in his left ear, oddly enough]

[He also looks frankly awful. Flushed and glassy-eyed, as though feverish, with a few faint smears of dried blood on his body suit]

...hey.

[thisismagrave]

[Well]

[That sucked]

[He's gonna tear apart the napkin with a look of vague disgust.]

[The picture]

[Also gets torn, after several moments of hesitation, but with less emotion, more to hide the contents then destroy in anger.]

[He just looks mostly tired and disconnected.]

[at_heart]

[ Honestly, he doesn't have a whole lot of emotional bandwidth either, but he does go down into a crouch to check in. It's been a while.

There's a few seconds of silence, then he proclaims: ]

Somehow worse than the last one.