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

[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]

[doublefried]

Oof.

[ helping B pull out shrapnel cuz like, that's about it for what they can do here ]

[at_heart]

[ Is that what you're supposed to do here? He has this vague feeling that you don't pull arrows out.

—But he's dead, so that probably doesn't...

After a moment, soft, ]

Anything I can do?

[ —He saw one of those deaths happen, and another... kicked off a whole Series of Unfortunate Events spinoff. ]

[doublefried]

[ glances over to check his outfit ]

Like, physically? Probably not. Emotionally, it depends. Are you Lark's friend?

[at_heart]

[ Yeah, he didn't think so, he's just. This was his first game, W. Settles heavily to sit beside — this, though he tries to keep himself out of the way. ]

—Heh. You'd have to ask him. [ Ghost of a smile. ] I got here on Day 402.

[ He doesn't know Lark that well, but he. He likes the kid. ]

[doublefried]

Bet he'd appreciate at least a friendly acquaintance coming to hang out when we get him up'n running again.

[at_heart]

[ Yeah, that's — good. He'll stay. Although not without a slightly bemused, ]

I think he's got a lot of friendly acquaintances.

[ Doesn't even know the half of it! Apparently EVERYONE in the swamp was someone Lark cared about. But he did notice Lark's concern for Valor, and their banter, before he had to follow Tsukasa to the volcano. ]

surprise 2/2 sorry!

[at_heart]

[ Slowly, after a moment, ]

Your unit didn't get... healed up, huh.

[ Only your unit, from what he can see in here. ]

Re: surprise 2/2 sorry!

[doublefried]

Just another exchange of passive-aggressive blows with the Producers! We don't kill, they leave us dead, we bounce back, life moves on.

[at_heart]

[ .......that's basically what Pink said, too. And Amaranth. ] [ Lupine crosses his arms over his chest, a little uncomfortable. ]

Moral victory, huh?

[doublefried]

Nothing that dramatic.

Murder just isn't very funny.

[at_heart]

Maybe you're not doing it right?

[ This is the weakest joke anyone has ever made. ]

—I got one in, even if no one else on my team did.

[ It was not, in fact, funny. The fans might've liked it, though. ] [ ...and mainly he's just saying, in case there's any judgment coming. He's wide open. ]

[doublefried]

I figured, 'cuz you're not lying in a heap on the ground.

[at_heart]

[ Tiny snort. ]

Sure, but that just tells you someone on my unit got a... kill. [ His lips purse over the word. It feels cowardly, he should've said murder, no matter what the circumstances were. ] —Guess I didn't want to hide it, but I'm not sure why I'm telling you, either.

Anything I'm feeling about it is my own problem.

[doublefried]

...

[ turns to like, face him properly ]

Do you feel bad about it? You said you were new, but you know enough about this place to know better than that, yeah?

[at_heart]

[ Okay, his posture gets a little more defensive in spite of himself. ]

I know we come back. I know if anyone kills me in a game like that, I'm not holding it against them.

[ But the set of his shoulders eases out. ]

—I just meant. [ What did he mean, he's so tired. Five Four rounds. ] ...I wasn't looking for absolution.

[doublefried]

I wasn't offerin' it, to be clear. I'm just not surprised you did a murder in the murder game for murdering each other in.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[wait, why is Lark still down when nobody else is

did AlcheME seriously not do even ONE single murder

wtf is up with your team]

[at_heart]

[ —wait, shit, what? ] [ Is anyone else dead, why... ]

[irregular]

Sorry, Lark.

[K sits down next to him; he smooths his hair.]

[featherbeaned]

Aww, shit.

[ She too will help pull the sharpnel out of him ]

[scattershot]

[Well, his unit seem to be there for him, so mayhap there's very little else she can do for him - for now, at least.

[Later, Alisaie tells herself. There'll be time for that, but not not now.]

[skyshard]

[ just quietly crouches down with a small sigh, gently brushing his bangs to one side as if they could actually be a nuisance. ] Let's work on this together in the future, okay...?

[ he knows Skylark can't hear him, but... ]

[ends]

I'm... glad I got to talk to you.

[ he can't revive Lark. he can fix his body eventually, but it's certainly telling that he's... not awake like the other AlcheMEs nearby. ]

But I'm sorry it had to be like this. That this was how you met me. I meant what I said, though- [ he's also just kinda pulling some bits of metal off and out of the way, dabbing at some of the blood to clear it away; they don't know each other well but he's thinking about how much healing this will take—

and how he can't fathom charging for it. he was encouraged to if he wanted, but he doesn't. ] I hope we can hang out. Do it over, you know?