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Betrayal 3: pep!pep!
[ You spill out of the elevator into the ATM & Gashapon Hall—the elevator is gone when you look back.
A quiet, largely-empty and slightly musty hallway but for a handful of ATMs lined up next to a row of Imeeji Idol Productions gashapon machines that dispense stickers, photocards, and low-budget figurines of random idols. There's a promise of some special seasonal SSR figures that are… hm. Bloodstained, murderous, with missing limbs and eyes. That sure is a theme. Only 50 points a play!
It's quiet here, and you're familiar with quiet. You remember the long trek across the desert, with little companionship and fewer supplies. You remember when your sole traveling companion from those difficult, difficult years got a snake bite that turned septic, and how the rot spread, and spread, until there was only one last good thing you could do for them… and then you were alone.
It's in the script someone's written for you, in your hand. Now, you have your own history, your own words and you can give those to the audience instead. But enough pain, enough destabilization, and you don't know if you'll want to keep sharing. They've set the stage for someone else, given you a prop, and you feel that. Reality isn't wanted here—no, you need to be larger than life, in this place, to not be devoured by the narrative, reduced to an extra. The script whispers for you to lock that troublesome self away, and try on this new role for size, and you'll be a star.
...but there's no point in casting a top-tier idol like you if you can't put your own spin on it, of course. At the bottom of the script, there's a note someone's written with a smiley-face: "just ad-lib, you're gonna be great :)"
Set on top of one of the ATMs is a stack of credit cards.
A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the basic goal (explore the rooms of the casino) as well as the item that you've been given (Credit Card). Only once you leave your starting room does your phone update to display your role's traitor goal (to kill someone who is injured or who you deem to be suffering). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.
There is an exit to the East. ]
A quiet, largely-empty and slightly musty hallway but for a handful of ATMs lined up next to a row of Imeeji Idol Productions gashapon machines that dispense stickers, photocards, and low-budget figurines of random idols. There's a promise of some special seasonal SSR figures that are… hm. Bloodstained, murderous, with missing limbs and eyes. That sure is a theme. Only 50 points a play!
It's quiet here, and you're familiar with quiet. You remember the long trek across the desert, with little companionship and fewer supplies. You remember when your sole traveling companion from those difficult, difficult years got a snake bite that turned septic, and how the rot spread, and spread, until there was only one last good thing you could do for them… and then you were alone.
It's in the script someone's written for you, in your hand. Now, you have your own history, your own words and you can give those to the audience instead. But enough pain, enough destabilization, and you don't know if you'll want to keep sharing. They've set the stage for someone else, given you a prop, and you feel that. Reality isn't wanted here—no, you need to be larger than life, in this place, to not be devoured by the narrative, reduced to an extra. The script whispers for you to lock that troublesome self away, and try on this new role for size, and you'll be a star.
...but there's no point in casting a top-tier idol like you if you can't put your own spin on it, of course. At the bottom of the script, there's a note someone's written with a smiley-face: "just ad-lib, you're gonna be great :)"
Set on top of one of the ATMs is a stack of credit cards.
A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the basic goal (explore the rooms of the casino) as well as the item that you've been given (Credit Card). Only once you leave your starting room does your phone update to display your role's traitor goal (to kill someone who is injured or who you deem to be suffering). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.
There is an exit to the East. ]
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Here's the last bit, your phone won't update til ya step out.
[Shows him on his own phone:
Welcome to the Hotel Omphalos! You're welcome to explore, for as long you want! Stay safe, stay sane, and the goal of the game is to explore as many rooms of the hotel as you can-- first come, and first serve! Only the first person to explore a room gets the points for it.
If you don't stay safe and sane, though, don't worry! We've set a special condition so all the losers can still play. Follow your scripts, and act your hearts out! ♥
Traitor Goal: to kill someone who is injured or who you deem to be suffering.]
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How many rounds have you been in so far?
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So it must be gettin' on in rounds I think...
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Have you had much of a chance to learn your way around?
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B-kun mentioned Cardinal was gonna mark off their rounds with a marker on their face. Don't got anything ta write with though.
I only got ta see a bit of the place. There's a spa in the basement though.
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Maybe we can find something useful.
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[Hits gachapon one more time and gets lucky, so he'll put that up for Gladio's round.]
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Ok. I'm ready when you are.
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[Time to exit East]
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Don't trust anybody off-unit, no matter how normal they're acting. Especially don't trust them if they have any blood or wounds, because dying is how you wake up haunted in the next round.