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imeeji_frontstage2022-02-19 03:52 pm
idolpro) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2022-02-19 03:52 pm
SPY GAME (working title)
Who: Secret Agents
Where: the Game Tower
When: Day 444, evening
[The next time you walk through a doorway, you find yourself and a handful of your fellow idols gathered in what appears to be a very elegant, very expensive-looking cocktail party venue. The gleaming, golden chandeliers and the flickering tea lights on every white-draped and flower-covered table give the room a moody atmosphere that helps to make everyone look even more beautiful and refined—a look that is also enhanced by the fact everyone is now wearing only the finest bespoke suits and slinky cocktail gowns.]
[On the table around which you are all gathered is an old-fashioned cassette tape player, which begins to play a recording (narrated in what might be a familiar voice to some):]
[Three seconds later, the tape player explodes in a puff of flower-scented smoke and a spray of confetti.]
[At the back of the room, the owner of said voice (a tall, scar-faced man with antlers) is standing behind a bar, polishing a glass. Beside him, wearing a matching bartender uniform, is a short man with even more facial scars and a curtain of dark hair neatly framing one side of his face. Behind them is a floor-to-ceiling shelf of expensive, ornate bottles... which may be fine drinks, or might just be sodas and fruit juices. It honestly could be anything.]
[Spread across the tables is a banquet of the finest hor d'oeuvres Tokyo-F has ever seen—little finger foods of caviar, pates, cheeses, exotic cured meats and fruits, as well as an abundance of vegetarian options and little finger desserts.]
[Welcome to the party]
[ Rules | Pre-game mingle | Rooms | Winners + Endgame ]
Where: the Game Tower
When: Day 444, evening
[The next time you walk through a doorway, you find yourself and a handful of your fellow idols gathered in what appears to be a very elegant, very expensive-looking cocktail party venue. The gleaming, golden chandeliers and the flickering tea lights on every white-draped and flower-covered table give the room a moody atmosphere that helps to make everyone look even more beautiful and refined—a look that is also enhanced by the fact everyone is now wearing only the finest bespoke suits and slinky cocktail gowns.]
[On the table around which you are all gathered is an old-fashioned cassette tape player, which begins to play a recording (narrated in what might be a familiar voice to some):]
Good afternoon, Idols.
Today, all of you are spies. Somewhere in this room are your contacts, and the only way to identify them is through the use of signs and countersigns. A “secret password,” if you will. However, all the other spies around will be watching you, listening, trying to identify your contacts as well. This must not be allowed to happen.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to identify your contacts without tipping off any other spies. You must also attempt to discover which other units are working together. This will require cunning, discretion, and resourcefulness.
As always, should you or your contacts be discovered, the Production will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This message will self-destruct in three seconds.
Good luck, Idols.
[Three seconds later, the tape player explodes in a puff of flower-scented smoke and a spray of confetti.]
[At the back of the room, the owner of said voice (a tall, scar-faced man with antlers) is standing behind a bar, polishing a glass. Beside him, wearing a matching bartender uniform, is a short man with even more facial scars and a curtain of dark hair neatly framing one side of his face. Behind them is a floor-to-ceiling shelf of expensive, ornate bottles... which may be fine drinks, or might just be sodas and fruit juices. It honestly could be anything.]
[Spread across the tables is a banquet of the finest hor d'oeuvres Tokyo-F has ever seen—little finger foods of caviar, pates, cheeses, exotic cured meats and fruits, as well as an abundance of vegetarian options and little finger desserts.]
[Welcome to the party]
[ Rules | Pre-game mingle | Rooms | Winners + Endgame ]
Re: Pre-Game Mingle
Well. The way these games were talked up, I expected us all to be crawling through mud or stabbing each other with rusty fishhooks. But this is a far classier affair than you were all letting on!
Re: Pre-Game Mingle
Don't get too drunk, I'd like to win this.
Re: Pre-Game Mingle
Of course. I'm a professional after all, I never get tanked up on the clock.
Re: Pre-Game Mingle
If you see me drinking a lot don't think I'm a hypocrite, I can't get drunk. But not everyone knows that.