future is now

[idolpro]

[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

Comments

[negotiatoronsite]

Friends of yours?

[reversecowbird]

I know one of their younger members. He's a kind boy. And they have been injured in a past game, so why anyone would think to target them now is—unconscionable.

[negotiatoronsite]

It does seem like a strange target. A personal vendetta perhaps?

[reversecowbird]

For what possible reason? Whatever the cause, I would love to learn who was behind it.

[negotiatoronsite]

I imagine we'll find out in the end, if you want to approach them about it.

[reversecowbird]

I just may.