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imeeji_frontstage2018-10-31 05:18 pm
ghostofissues) wrote in imeeji_frontstage2018-10-31 05:18 pm
Entry tags:
- !days 051-060,
- !games,
- bride,
- jacob cross,
- xia igarashi,
- ♪ bakura ryou,
- ♪ crow armbrust,
- ♪ dr love,
- ♪ hak,
- ♪ itsuki shu,
- ♪ joshua bright,
- ♪ lucien amritas,
- ♪ lyon,
- ♪ shin-ah,
- ♪ todoroki shouto,
- ♪ yami bakura,
- ♭ * mukuro,
- ♭ ascensuri cataracta,
- ♭ dantalion,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ lumen sufficiens,
- ♭ nakahara chuuya,
- ♭ niounomiya izumu,
- ♮ ouma kokichi,
- ♯ angra mainyu,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ will graham,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 kida masaomi,
- 𝄳 kurosu jun,
- 𝄳 yona
~HALLOWEEN~
Who: ~IDOLS
Where: GAME TOWER
When: day 54, midday
[ the GAME ALERT goes off. once you reach the tower, you’ll find the elevators once again labeled by unit. once everyone is inside, the moment each elevator lurches upwards, the monitor inside lights up with Mukuro’s face. he’s dressed more modern than his usual kimono-and-haori, in a surgical mask concealing part of his face, and a stylish dark green cutsew with a collection of near-black stains spattered across it; with a long, black wig that falls haphazardly in his face and skin made paler with costume makeup, he would almost be unrecognizable if not for the vivid green of his eyes and the sound of his voice. ]
An elegant young woman wearing a mask just like this will sometimes appear before strangers walking alone at night. Each time, she asks them, “Am I beautiful?”
[ he pulls out a pair of old-fashioned clipping scissors in a glimmer of metal, snipping the air between himself and the camera recording him. ]
And if they tell her “no,” then she kills them. But if they say “yes,” then she takes off her mask, and asks again—
[ he pulls his own mask down to his chin, revealing grotesque lines of red and viscera painted from the corners of his mouth almost to both ears, nearly convincing as real open wounds if not for the way the costume makeup moves as he speaks and grins. ]
Am I beautiful?
And if they instead tell her “no,” then she kills them. But if you tell her “yes,” then she will take the scissors to your mouth and let you look just~ like~ her~
[ he throws his head back and laughs, twirling the scissors in hand ]
Today is a day for ghost stories! Vengeance stories, death stories, hauntings~! Here is another one:
A family has two beautiful daughters. One is “obedient” and one is “faithful.” One is only allowed out in the day, and one is only allowed out during the night. Both always, aaalways complete their duties for their “Father.”
Ah, but I don’t remember how this one goes as well. Who arranges the flowers and who arranges the tea? Who is given a funeral? Which of them is “real,” and which of them is “fake”?
[ the false blood makes the stretch of his smile look painful as he leans in and whispers: ]
And where did the Father go?
Let’s have the idols show us their answers~! Are you are who you are in the day, or who you are in the night? Come show us a story~. Today is ju~st for stories…
[ the screens shut off. the rules appear on your phones, and the elevators let you out into your rooms. ]
Where: GAME TOWER
When: day 54, midday
[ the GAME ALERT goes off. once you reach the tower, you’ll find the elevators once again labeled by unit. once everyone is inside, the moment each elevator lurches upwards, the monitor inside lights up with Mukuro’s face. he’s dressed more modern than his usual kimono-and-haori, in a surgical mask concealing part of his face, and a stylish dark green cutsew with a collection of near-black stains spattered across it; with a long, black wig that falls haphazardly in his face and skin made paler with costume makeup, he would almost be unrecognizable if not for the vivid green of his eyes and the sound of his voice. ]
An elegant young woman wearing a mask just like this will sometimes appear before strangers walking alone at night. Each time, she asks them, “Am I beautiful?”
[ he pulls out a pair of old-fashioned clipping scissors in a glimmer of metal, snipping the air between himself and the camera recording him. ]
And if they tell her “no,” then she kills them. But if they say “yes,” then she takes off her mask, and asks again—
[ he pulls his own mask down to his chin, revealing grotesque lines of red and viscera painted from the corners of his mouth almost to both ears, nearly convincing as real open wounds if not for the way the costume makeup moves as he speaks and grins. ]
Am I beautiful?
And if they instead tell her “no,” then she kills them. But if you tell her “yes,” then she will take the scissors to your mouth and let you look just~ like~ her~
[ he throws his head back and laughs, twirling the scissors in hand ]
Today is a day for ghost stories! Vengeance stories, death stories, hauntings~! Here is another one:
A family has two beautiful daughters. One is “obedient” and one is “faithful.” One is only allowed out in the day, and one is only allowed out during the night. Both always, aaalways complete their duties for their “Father.”
Ah, but I don’t remember how this one goes as well. Who arranges the flowers and who arranges the tea? Who is given a funeral? Which of them is “real,” and which of them is “fake”?
[ the false blood makes the stretch of his smile look painful as he leans in and whispers: ]
And where did the Father go?
Let’s have the idols show us their answers~! Are you are who you are in the day, or who you are in the night? Come show us a story~. Today is ju~st for stories…
[ the screens shut off. the rules appear on your phones, and the elevators let you out into your rooms. ]