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[idolpro]

Who: Idols ♥
Where: Game Tower ♥
When: Day 5, breakfast

[ Good morning, Idols! Are you eating? Sleeping in? Working out, doing something else? Too bad, if your phone is on and on you then it's happening again - your phone is ringing, that is to say, with the same alert as before:

GAME TIME!

Wait, that's not the same. But the map does open up, locking you out of every feature of your smartphone until you arrive at your destination. The doors open to the lobby, elevators already awaiting to take you to your destination: an unknown higher floor, just as before, with TV monitors everywhere - but this time is different, with rows of tables with sweet bite-sized foods that aren't filling at all whatsoever. Several hallways lead to doorless, but smaller rooms that have various items - things like pillows and blankets and beanbags, or other rows and rows of knives, or. . . other things. You could probably find anything if you look hard enough.

Once you arrive onto the floor, your phone pings you with instructions - in the chatroom app. . . ? ]

INSTRUCTIONS | SIGN-UP | TURN-IN | OOC QUESTIONS | Any IC questions will be ignored!

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...?

Why is the meet and greet the second game?

[calmthefoxdown]

Introducing ourselves to each other only comes after introducing ourselves to the audience.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

They've been watching us since day 1. That doesn't count!

[skulleffer]

Yo. It's "asshole," right? I still need an "e." Trade ya?

[this punk thinks he's the soul of wit.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Like I haven't heard that one before.

You sure you want to trade?

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Ha, do you really want to know, Giraffe? .... What is your actual name?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

... Why do I feel like you're trying to get a free letter out of me? Do something for me first.

[liarliarliar]

Hey,, Mr. Intensity. A letter for a letter?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Sure. Fine. Whatever. What do you need?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Snacking already.]

Someone thought it'd be funny? Who knows.

Anyway, wanna trade letters?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you eating all the props?

[cameramancrybaby]

[Gives him an even stare for awhile.]

Are you avoiding the food still?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No one died by the third day.

[So yes, he finally caved. He had to at least start drinking the water at some point]

[forgottenmercy]

Perhaps it was meant to add...uncertainty? [gentle smile.] May I, ah, trade you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just raises an eyebrow at him]

That's what this whole farce is all about, isn't it? What do you want?

[nohalation]

Isn't it fun~?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Did you finish?

[criminaljustice]

Dramatic opening.

[sup.]

Letter for a letter? Or are you all done already.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I could ask the same of you, Mr. "I'm a people person".

[ferociousfuckingnerd]

Maybe they wanted something more exciting to start off with.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

They don't even care enough about this one enough to have a host present.

This is stupid.

[unbr8kable]

You saying you already met and gret everyone?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's irrelevant. It's a matter of logical order.

Why make us all dance on a stage before this stupid icebreaker?

[afailedmurder]

Because displaying the power that they have over us took precedence.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then what's this garbage icebreaker for? Some pretense of normalcy as if we all actually wanted to be here.