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

[firstworldproblem]

[Stretching but then just sitting on the floor.]

Did you ever find your fight?

[at_heart]

[ Genuinely glad to see you; it brightens up his gray eyes a little, before the haze of waiting-for-results settles back in. ] [ Still, a wan smile. ]

You know, I didn't. I found one of Tsukasa's fights, though.

[ ...And the smile slips another notch. He should've 'found' both of Tsukasa's fights. ]

[firstworldproblem]

Eichi's friend from Avante?

What about it?

[at_heart]

Heh. Well, it was kind of a cluster, to be honest. Aether and K threw down, Tsukasa tried to get in the middle, Valor got between them, and I...

[ Little shrug. ]

Put a cottage around Tsukasa.

[firstworldproblem]

Isn't that when you are supposed to watch at the sidelines and pick off the loser?

[at_heart]

Is it? Man, they've really got to make the rules of engagement clearer around here.

[firstworldproblem]

Is that not four different units you mentioned? And I assume you mean the Valor form Bad End.

[at_heart]

There's more than one? [ Sigh. ] Yeah. And I guess so.

[ There's the briefest pause, then: ]

I didn't want to see him die. ...Got me a point, too, eventually.

[ And it could've been two points, if he'd just... ]

[firstworldproblem]

There is nothing wrong in not enjoying the pain and suffering of others.

But the rules did change, so I am glad you did eventually get one point for you unit in that regard.

[at_heart]

[ —Relaxes a hair. ]

...Yeah. [ Sorry, just. Damn. He doesn't totally know what to expect from anyone in the aftermath. Pushes a hand through his bangs. ] [ —Slants a smile in Emet's direction, then tugs the six pack of beer into view. ] Not exactly the drink we were planning, but. One of the AlcheMEs got it for me. B, I think he said.

[firstworldproblem]

B is a gem in this sea of well.... highly influential people.

I imagine you left him alone.

[at_heart]

[ ...Interesting praise. Tips his head to one side, regarding Emet. ]

Well, he didn't want a beer.

[ This isn't what you meant, is it. ]

[firstworldproblem]

I do recall that he does not drink.

How well do you think your unit did?

[at_heart]

[ That is the question isn't it. He makes a soft noise, more than a little frustrated. —He might really like to have one of the beers, but every time he starts to reach for one he stops. ...Something in him really doesn't want to drink alone. Maybe it'll leave him alone if Emet has one. ]

—Not as well as we could've. You weren't the only person who agreed to a match only for the whole dome to blow up before we could actually get anywhere.

[ And then there's the point Tsukasa got, which. He could've stopped that. ]

...and I'm not sure how much the statues actually counted for in the end, either.

[firstworldproblem]

[He notices the odd tick.]

Is something the matter?

Deaths were worth more than the statues, but as long as your unit killed someone you are in the running for pain, but not death. Though I do worry about sensitIV. They were highly non-combatant in the round I was in.

[at_heart]

[ —Yeah, how about he just puts his hand in his lap. Wry, ]

Maybe. Something I can't actually remember, if so. Might be more of a social drinker.

[ The rest of it... Sorry, Emet, he's just having some free floating did-I-do-enough-dammit-people-were-counting-on-me. You were only one of the people who expressed some kind of faith in him, one way or another, over the course of this sick little game. ] [ But that's a heavy subject, so he'll stick with graveyard humor: ]

I noticed that, too. The peps I've talked to seem nervous, too. [ Crooked smile. ] It'd be a hell of a capstone on this whole thing if the healers and revivers were all down for the count.

[firstworldproblem]

[He holds his hand out for a beer then.]

That is hardly what is on your mind, but now is not the best time to pry. Not when the results loom.

Are they? Huh. I never saw one of them honestly.

[at_heart]

[ Well, his smile does freeze noticeably, but after a beat he passes over the can, and — yeah, that makes it easier to crack one open himself. Another thing for the damned list. ]

Oh, you want a raincheck on the intrusive personal question?

[ But it's a joke. He's — tired. ]

I mean, why not. You fight a guy to the almost-death, obviously that's gonna form a bond.

[ Very, very tired. ] [ Eventually, confirms: ]

That new kid of theirs, he's pretty sure they didn't get any kills in.

[ Plus, you know, various other Peps are laying down as if to die. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose.]

The rules did change part way through, but they should have known better. But if that is how they live without regrets, then that is how they live. As long as it is their choice in the end.

[at_heart]

[ ...your reaction amuses him a little. ]

I think I remember — Pink saying specifically that killing people just makes more work for them later.

[ Maybe Emet will appreciate the dry humor of it, too. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[He swallows a lot of what he truly wishes to say.]

Such a terrible burden.

[at_heart]

[ ...Holds Emet's gaze for a moment, then his lips curve up. ]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours?

[ Trade of personal thoughts? ]

We can hold off until — well, maybe until I'm dead, but you know. Mild inconveniences.

[firstworldproblem]

[That does seem to cheer his mood up!]

What a privilege it would be being able to grant aide and succor in the worst of times. To be able to help, to ease other's pain.

I suppose the grizzly nature of deaths must be jarring over time, but it is more of blessing than simply work.

[at_heart]

[ ... ]

You sure do have a way with words.

[firstworldproblem]

You do not agree?