intermission mingle

[idolpro]

Who: people
Where: from outside the game tower to the hotel lobby or around either building
When: Day 50, evening

[ well that was WILD. or maybe not wild for people who decided to be smart and not try to bother monsters.

there are quite a few people milling about now from the game. careful, some of them are monsters. ]

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[columbidaring]

[ meanwhile, all MY teammates are dead or rampaging monsters so just

sitting in the lobby

shuffling tarot cards. ]

[worldlyafflictions]

[Hopefully in the hotel lobby now cuz game tower's wack. though he did stop by there too.]

Hey. How desperate are ya for something ta do?

[columbidaring]

Incredibly. Why do you ask.

[worldlyafflictions]

I'm desperate enough ta consider doing something that's really kinda a lot of work but somebody with the shrinking power would make it a lot less of a hassle.

[columbidaring]

I'm always up for shrinking stuff, sure.

[worldlyafflictions]

Great, we'll be dragging stuff outta the hospital. I'll make a Live for it.

Ah, also I don't actually know your letter...

[columbidaring]

Sweet, I love Lives.

Oh, I should introduce myself then! I'm the elegant E.

[awakenerd]

[Hey same hat! Well no we both have a few sane teammates left.

Sitting across from him.]

Hey.

[columbidaring]

Hhhhhey.

[awakenerd]

How're you doing?

[columbidaring]

I think at least two of my teammates are dead? At least one for sure, maximum of five.

[awakenerd]

Who's still okay?

[columbidaring]

Uhhhh B isn't dead. Crow isn't. Everyone else is MIA.

[liarliarliar]

Hey E everyone sure is not here and also there's monsters outside.

[columbidaring]

Yes I. Hmm. That's all true. I think N and C might be dead? N for sure, C as sort of a creeping realization.

[liarliarliar]

...I mean C is extremely bite sized.

Mmmmm.

....mmmmmmmm.

Oh no I visualized it.

[columbidaring]

[ puts both his hands together to make a big mouth

chomps 'em ]

Chomp.

[liarliarliar]

...

...

...

Okay time to find a distraction.

Better put on my mourning clothes.

[columbidaring]

In some cultures white is a mourning colour so I can join in.

[afailedmurder]

[a tiny stripey boy who has a few chunks taken out of him is moping in his mason jar with the "DO NOT OPEN" note on it]

You can let me out now, E.

[columbidaring]

I’ll believe that when I hear the game end.

[afailedmurder]

[he hangs his head. so sad. so remorseful.]

Tensions were high back there. I've calmed down now.

[columbidaring]

Are you sure? Because you're still a stripey boy and I think that means you still hunger for human flesh.

[afailedmurder]

[shakes his head and indicates his stomach, which has bloody holes in the shell (though he has long since pulled out and eaten the darts that were stuck in there)]

Look. A wound like this would kill a human.

[and then his missing horn]

And I think this was my eye?

[columbidaring]

Yes, it's very bad. After the game is over it should get all healed up though.