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[personal profile] chasseurdebeaute
Who: Anyone
Where: Out in the open
When: Day 497

[You're taking a walk through the park--there's a swish of wind across your cheek. An arrow thuds into the tree next to you!

You're having a coffee at a nearby conbini--you hear the twang of an arrow embedding into the standing sign just behind you!

You're looking at your phone when a Live alert goes out and watch a young man in royal purple and Taisho red smile and twirl a quill for the camera as he adds a flourish to something he's writing. He then folds the sheet of paper and ties it neatly to the shaft of a long bolt. He notches this into his bow and murmurs something too quiet for the video, pointing the projectile off screen. He looses the arrow--

--you feel something whip by much too close!


...What does the letter say? Come and find out.]


((ooc: Top-level to be shot at! With compliments! Alternatively you can leave Rook a message for him to deliver to someone by arrow.. or at a later date, depending who shows up.))
[personal profile] rosetograce
Who: lost(?) idols
Where: ???? a mysterious courtyard
When: day 490

[ You awaken to the feeling of cool stone at your back, and a night sky overhead.

All around is a courtyard—a wide circle of marble tile, alternating black and white, interspersed with stone benches and flowerbeds and ornamental trees, all lit by the lambent gleam of strangely vivid starlight.

It is beautiful. And it is decaying. The stone is cracked; the flowers wild and overflowing between the cracked stone; the trees bent and twisted with age, the ground around them littered with fallen fruit. There is a fountain in the center of this space, but it too is broken-down: the water sits stagnant, and nothing remains of the design except a basin and the shattered base of a once-golden sculpture.

—And surrounding it all are not walls, but dense mounds of kudzu, climbing over itself until it towers as high as any watchtower.

How did you get here?
The last thing you vaguely recall is a sudden fit of drowsiness. There’s no sign of any guide or host around, and your powers don’t currently work either. In fact, if you have any corruptions, whether mental or physical, they too are … gone? No, perhaps that's not quite it; you can still feel them—faint, like a phantom limb. Invisible, and unable to affect you.
But there is one notable exception to the rule: all wings, corruption-induced or not, remain in place, as natural as the starlight.

There are other idols around you, all waking up the same way. Is this meant to be some kind of game…?
]
[personal profile] paradiseunboxed
Who: pep!pep! & friends
Where: dorm
When: Day 482

[Door's locked. You know what that means.]
[personal profile] rugpull
Who: Peps
Where: Pep Pep
When: Day 480, post game

[how do you do fellow kids]
[personal profile] idolpro
Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 480

Inside the game tower today is a spooky mysterious, mist-wreathed woodland at sunset.

All memories are in-tact for now!

SIGN-UP SHEET | MINGLE | ROOMS | RULES & INFO | ENDGAME | WINNERS
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[personal profile] rugpull
Who: Idols of all sorts
Where: Hotel Lobby
When: Day 476, morning

[some new idol, some idiot hyena furry idk. He's from Pep Pep? And he's hitting the live button and--]

HEY idols m'new here and the first order of business is t'make some cash so here it is. My name is Shandy cuz why the heck not I guess and this is m'lecture live. And my lecture is this--apparently some of you guys wake up in the morning, slam a clown nose on yer face with a resounding honk, and choose death not cuz of I GUESS WE PLAY DEATH GAMES HERE BY FORCE but cuz death games ya just WANNA do? You just WANNA fight to the death and then apparently I GUESS m'unit glues ya back together?

I dunno, man. I just got here and seems like necromancy is on the menu. So don't just go dyin' on people for laughs and pride.

Unless ya got a big ol' tip waiting for the Pep servicin' ya! In which case call on me and this Shandy'll be right there to help out all the well paying clowns without a single comment about how much yer clown makeup is running down yer face.

Be generous or else uh.

[checks phone for live info notes, squinting]

I dunno, I'll "discipline" ya. Bite ya maybe.

Class now open for questions and I'm now open for preemptive payments into the I Might Die For Clown Reasons fund. Generous payment will be remembered!
rugpull: (Zigged when I should have zagged.)
[personal profile] rugpull
Who: Peps
Where: pep!pep! Dorm
When: Day 474

[You know the drill, kids. The doors are locked which means one thing and one thing only.

And here he is! The newb! Congratulations, its a beautiful baby boy! And also a furry. A furry who is in oversized pajamas--though he has rolled back the sleeves. And is just wandering around with confused look on his face.

And when you come across him he stops and stares]

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