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Entry tags:
- !days 440-449,
- !games,
- * hadassah,
- amakura tomoe,
- amiya | amiya,
- barbatos,
- bel/s,
- bride,
- childe,
- crow that heralds the red rain,
- elaine felkin,
- emet-selch,
- gara petothel,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii,
- hunter,
- jacob cross,
- kantera,
- miura hiroto,
- mizushiro hizumi,
- noah ebalon,
- pentium,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- saya otonashi,
- scaramouche (au),
- shima renzou,
- suou tsukasa,
- xia igarashi,
- xiao,
- yuri lowell,
- zhongli,
- ♪ aether,
- ♪ alisaie leveilleur,
- ♪ alphinaud leveilleur (2),
- ♪ elidibus,
- ♪ hidaka ken,
- ♪ kamisato ayaka,
- ♪ kuran yuuki,
- ♪ nessa houghton,
- ♪ sal fisher,
- ♭ kujo tenn,
- ♭ tenshuoin eichi,
- ♯ angra mainyu,
- ♯ hawks,
- 𝄵 kiryuu ren
The Last Supper
Who: Hunters & Hunted
Where: The Game Tower
When: TBD
[ Wherever they are in Tokyo-F, certain idols feel it: a strange and sudden pang of hunger.
—And the next thing they are aware of is the distinctive chime of the Game Tower's elevators as their doors open to release them to a series of long hallways: one for each unit, and a soft but distinctive nudge in that direction. It's almost more like an instinct, except for the part where (if they hesitate too long) they begin to feel themselves physically pulled along, as though by a phantom hand tugging on theirs.
It seems the long hallways themselves are screens, televising… white scales? …the coils of a white snake, and either the camera is zoomed in very close or the snake is very, very large. Hadassah's voice echoes over the loudspeaker, warm and (of course!) welcoming. ]
Here in Tokyo-F, we have been blessed— to see truly powerful displays of passion:
Devotion, rage, sacrifice! Through sorrow, joy, and death, our stars have shone with that light which guides all of us through even the darkest of times. These are the stories of IMEEJI~ ✧
Now, together, let us return with them to the very oldest story of all.
Perhaps our long-time viewers will remember this one, but no tale is the same in every telling.
This is the story of hunger.
[ With that, those who aren't already in their unit rooms are given one last invisible push, and the doors shut behind them. ]
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Where: The Game Tower
When: TBD
[ Wherever they are in Tokyo-F, certain idols feel it: a strange and sudden pang of hunger.
—And the next thing they are aware of is the distinctive chime of the Game Tower's elevators as their doors open to release them to a series of long hallways: one for each unit, and a soft but distinctive nudge in that direction. It's almost more like an instinct, except for the part where (if they hesitate too long) they begin to feel themselves physically pulled along, as though by a phantom hand tugging on theirs.
It seems the long hallways themselves are screens, televising… white scales? …the coils of a white snake, and either the camera is zoomed in very close or the snake is very, very large. Hadassah's voice echoes over the loudspeaker, warm and (of course!) welcoming. ]
Devotion, rage, sacrifice! Through sorrow, joy, and death, our stars have shone with that light which guides all of us through even the darkest of times. These are the stories of IMEEJI~ ✧
Now, together, let us return with them to the very oldest story of all.
Perhaps our long-time viewers will remember this one, but no tale is the same in every telling.
This is the story of hunger.
[ With that, those who aren't already in their unit rooms are given one last invisible push, and the doors shut behind them. ]
IC RULES | OOC RULES | ROOMS | SIGN IN HERE