endgame pt 1

[idolpro]

Who: Competitors no longer hungry for games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 408, night (the game took the whole day)

[ Wow! That was wild. Wild ass shit.

Now you're all here. Most of you remember everything that happened. Some of you might remember most things, but not Session 18/19 because time and stuff. Don't worry. It'll show up in your dreams. :)

Anyway, you're probably wanting to go home now. That's too bad! The doors are locked, so you can just sit back and vibe.

All screens show: Please wait. Processing results.

Powers are off too—but then, you're also not currently injured or suffering from status effects.

All of you except for members of AlcheME!, who all 1) can somehow open the doors and leave, 2) have powers on, and 3) are not healed or revived whatsofuckingever. Status effects are OOC optionally kept, but no extra abilities (such as Flames) are kept.

Well.

It seems like they're probably definitely rock bottom so. ]

Comments

[doublefried]

[ drinking a diet coke and absolutely unharmed except for mild bruising

just here in case his unitmates emerge from the game as chunks and need to be taken care of ]

[liarliarliar]

[has his burns etc from the acid and fire and whatever but is just sipping a milkshake and being chill]

Hey W.

[neigh_sayer]

[WADDLES OUT STUCK IN A HORRIFIC t̴̨̐͗h̶̦̓͜͝e̶̢̦̖͗ ̶̼̬̗̣̺̏̽̕G̶͈͖̳͑̈͗̾R̶̡͖̱͛ͅI̴̠̹̘̗̿̌́͠M̸̠̰͠A̸̺̯̓C̷̲͍̠͕̬̄̊͒̑E̵͕͘͝ COSTUME



and dragging a bag of organs]

Yaaaaay we did it.

[doublefried]

Chickadee, respectfully, what in the fuck.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Valor looks pretty beat up; his T-shirt has a tear across the left chest, it's covered in blood down the front, and his hair looks a bit singed around the edges, and he's covered in mud. so he looks pretty rough but Could Be Worse.

How long are we gonna be fucking stuck in here?

[irregular]

Until they figure they built up the suspense enough, I guess.

[K?

[Yeah. He looks every bit as rough as Crow does.]

Sorry about... you know.

[liarliarliar]

[has the acid and fire burns and a cough but like

is also sipping a milkshake]

Huh.

[shutthefoxup]

[Sits next to, holds out hand for milkshake]

[inspiteful]

[ So like, good news, Lark is not chunks, because at least the game wasn't that mean to him!

On the other hand, uh. He's covered in burns, of both the acid and thermal kind, has blood from the mouth, bomb shrapnel stuck in him and is very, very definitely dead. ]

[liarliarliar]

...ah goodness.....

[stoops beside him, picking out shrapnel with his own burned (and bitten and bleeding) hands]

[worldlyafflictions]

Oh fun, they're gonna strike people dead as the results're in and then revive 'em huh...

[liarliarliar]

Pink we may be in need of your services later do you require a fee or favor.

[featherbeaned]

[ Casually wanders out, badly bruised and scuffed up with some burns. She's gingerly cradling a broken wrist to her chest while sipping a chocolate shake. ]

Date, date, date~

[liarliarliar]

Had a nice time?

[at_heart]

[ ..............is. Is he out, is it over?

Four rounds. (Three rounds?) (Five rounds?)

—He'd be less exhausted if it had just been eight hours of continuous combat, but it wasn't. And now the memories that were bleeding into each other are coming back into focus, falling into eerie sequential place.

After a moment of just standing there blankly, Lupine grabs a chair and fixes his attention on one of the screens. He's not even going to try to go anywhere until he knows. Plenty of time to process and feel once he knows. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[wandering over. Valor doesn't look that much worse than when they last met, though significantly less infested with firesprites.]

Oh, heyyyyy. There you are.

[childeishly]

[ childe’s on his back and staring up at the ceiling like the fuck, because he’s covered in an assortment of strange papercraft props and wearing a bloodied blown nose. he vaguely remembers getting five to the face by a giant flyswatter, … ] alcheME! [ childe laughs, sitting up and combing his fingers through his hair. ] Really now?

[liarliarliar]

Welcome back, Clown Slayer, Protector of Clowns!

[proceedwithcautus]

[ sits up, immediately feels for injuries, because—she's sure she should be dead— ]

Why did I do that...

[worldlyafflictions]

[Ah, bunny girl]

...


That sounds like ya had a time after we separated...

[identitypolitics]

[ who the fuck is this. like half of you have never seen her before probably ]

..."waiting for results"?

Great. Just great.

[ she's just going to prop herself against a wall. ]

[send_noods]

[is surprised for a second to see her there]

Guess it was too much to hope you'd get to sit this one out.

[scattershot]

"Processing results".

[Alisaie glares down at her phone.]

If I didn't know they'd make me pay for the replacement, I'd throw you against a wall.

[leaveofabsence]

If one must always consider points before acting, then in all things one is bound by points.

[ Maybe Alisaie should have a little property destruction as stress relief. ]

[quickpersuader]

[Sits up. Looks around. Overhears Pink. Sighs. Takes off their blazer to fold it up, set it on the ground, and lay down using it as a pillow, log-style.

We are now prepared to drop dead.]

[worldlyafflictions]

Haha.

[bondsofsuffering]

Still processing, huh...

[Somehow, this doesn't fill him with much hope.

He's just going to sit himself up against a wall, legs pulled up, trying to take note of as many people and their positions as possible before any actual consequences hit and it turns into complete bedlam.]

[leaveofabsence]

Izanagi.

Do you mind a little company?

[whenshesmiles]

[ who's this BARiTONES ☆ZRAEL fucko? ]

If we didn't beat Heart Soldier Senshi I'm going to kill everyone in this building and then myself.

[skyshard]

How about promise you'll start with yourself.

[skyshard]

[ ok what happened. ]

[scattershot]

Aether...?

[She hurries over to his side and yes:

[You're getting hugs.]

Aether, what happened? Merciful Twelve, how many times did they make you play?

[metafaliure]

[ turns to the nearest camera ]

I'm ready to graduate from this program now, thank you.

[skyshard]

Ah, hey— !

[onemoreknight]

[ Valumi's here, leaning on her sword and looking around nervously. ]

Oh, we...survived? Everyone's...fine?

[ ? ???? when does the other shoe drop. ]

[worldlyafflictions]

I think it might just be for the drama.

[thisismagrave]

[Here is just gonna lay down.]

[Face first.]

[Because he's just preparing for death.]

[quickpersuader]

If you want something to protect your head, I still have a vest.

[Also laying down, but using their blazer as a pillow.]

[nohalation]

[Angel is also “processing results” tbqh. Her clothes are probably bloody and tattered, but at least she isn’t…dead????]

[metafaliure]

[ comes over and pats her head

her clothes are kinda singed around the edges ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His clothes are an absolute wreck many times over, but he seems to be in one piece]

...that's gotta be the last round. Right?

[leaveofabsence]

I do not believe they are returning us back to that place again at least.

[avestan]

[dramatically flopping on the ground]

Uuuugh, what a shitshow.

[romanticlove]

[She really would like to rest now. She died twice in the same game. That was fun. Not.

Don't mind her she's just going to find a nice spot to curl up and wrap her wings around herself.]

[quickpersuader]

It's probably better to stay laying down if you can.

[They are already doing so, using their folded up blazer as a pillow. The vest that accompanied it is gone though, so all they've got is the crisp white shirt that was under it all.]

[overworker]

[Serenity is here, if only just physically. There are moments where she seems fine-- but then there are moments where her eyes become unfocused and she seems to drift away.

They can't leave so... she just sits. And waits.]

[bondsofsuffering]

[You feel your sins crawling up your back.

Aka there's a guy preemptively sitting up against the wall because somehow he thinks this may turn out to be necessary.]

[flawandorder]

[Crossing his arms at the locked doors, he sighs. Kyanite certainly feels he could have done better but-- well, it's a bit late for that kind of thinking. He cannot say he regrets any of the time he spent so that's that, he supposes.]

Well, that could have gone far worse, all things considered.