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. ]

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[sagescion]

[He chuckles a bit, though it sounds somewhat strained. He's trying not to be emotional.]

Yes, it seemed the Producers thought that a fitting end to my attempts to earn us a victory. I didn't even manage to best anyone the entire time!

[Which is to say- he's proud of her, but also worried what that sort of thing could be doing to affect her.]

[scattershot]

I can hardly say my attempts bore much better fruit, and I'm not sure if I should be glad, or sad.

[It can't have been enough, can it...?

[Aether tried: she knows he did. She's glad Alphinaud was spared the worst of it, but her own efforts must have been quite pitiful. She hasn't dared broach the matter with the others, not now. Could that ever have been enough against whole teams, of one mind about - what was necessary?]

Would that I could have done more.

[sagescion]

I'm of two minds myself. It's still somewhat processing, I think.

[Dying. Coming back. All the fighting. All of that fighting. He's fine with not doing enough, but he worries whether Heart Soldier did enough to help their score. He hates that life and death is broken down into numbers and averages like this. It feels wrong.]

I rather hope my next game isn't quite as horrible as all this.

[scattershot]

[Processing.

[That's one way to put it.]

I'm told these are mercifully rare. Certainly I've seen nothing of the sort, since I arrived. But I do feel that I'll process this rather better after a hot bath and a long sleep.

[sagescion]

[It really has been rather a lot to deal with, hasn't it?]

I can only hope our efforts were enough. I'm almost afraid to find out who the losing units were.