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

[childeishly]

I had a good time. [ this was a good game. ] How did you other runs go? [ climbs into his lap. ]

[firstworldproblem]

I saw you in two of mine, did I not. But then I can only assume you got pulled away by the environment of the game. The first was rather tame in comparison.

[He seems to enjoy having a lap full of Caeli and he ruffles his hair.]

I am now rather fond of your unitmate.

[childeishly]

But that couldn't have been *all* of them. I want to hear how the others went. And things kept happening... it was a lot to deal with while under the influence of... everything.

Rye? [ laughs. ] Enjoy playing games with him? You should come over some time. I'm sure he'd like to see you again.

[firstworldproblem]

So nosy.

Just three runs for me. The first I was on my own as I said. I tried to duel Lupine from LiliS but was unable by being thrown like a ragdoll everywhere. I stayed with Taisho for the second after straying from you. And for the third before you arrived in the first half I threw dynamite at sensitIV, but they did all survive. Though I was killed after killing you by an unknown assailant.

Yes, I would like to under better circumstances.

[He pets his head once again.]

Here is to hoping your efforts rewarded you with a full heal. Tell me of your exploits.

[childeishly]

Pah! Like you'd be doing much else right now. Indulge me! [ smiles as soon as emet starts telling him about all the stuff he did. ] It's a real shame we couldn't kill anybody together. I think I would have enjoyed that more than goring you so thoroughly.

If not... then you'll get the pleasure of seeing me get all goopy again. But, hm, I dueled somebody on Zrael and we managed to kill each other. And then I fought you and Cosmo. I punched the manager clown of WcDonalds into next week. And then I killed somebody that had presumably become a little bit... zombified.

[firstworldproblem]

True. Better than listening to the accusations fly which they will when the injuries are dealt.

[He leans back on his hands and whistles.]

More kills than I. I do hope that give you a shot. I'm going to have to take you home into a 'to go' box if it turns for the worse. Though I suppose we can reconstruct you any form you desire. Would you like to be taller?

[childeishly]

...the units on the bottom have no one to blame but themselves.

Don't act so surprised. You can't keep up with me. [ sets his forehead to emet's. ] Not here and not anywhere. But it's real cute when you try.

[ sits back. ] I'm the perfect height.

[firstworldproblem]

One day I will actually try against you, Caeli of Wild City. And I will make you eat those words.

[He bites his nose because he is so close, but not hard.]

But not anytime soon.

[childeishly]

[ leans back to crinkle his nose, making a face right before shoving his hand straight into emet's. ] You're all talk.

[firstworldproblem]

At least 80%.

If you want someone to follow through with their threats, you'll have to ask our dear time traveler.

[childeishly]

[ and he just immediately starts laughing. ] He's just as bad as you are.

[firstworldproblem]

On the contrary that just means he likes you.

[childeishly]

I know I know. And that's part of what makes pushing his buttons so fun. I wonder if sensei was in this game? [ just going to take a quick look around... ]

[firstworldproblem]

Hopefully not. It is up to him to spoil us after all of this.

[childeishly]

One of the benefits of suffering through a bad game is getting spoiled right afterward.

[firstworldproblem]

Is this a plan to team up against him?

[childeishly]

I can't think of a better reason to.

[firstworldproblem]

I have never consider this before I will have you know. Trapping and enticing him such as this.

You are a terrible influence and I'm delighted for it.

[childeishly]

I can't imagine he'll complain much... or at all, really. I do really enjoy seeing sensei backed into a corner.

[ laughs at that. ] Oh, so you finally noticed. [ now isn't really the time or the place, but... he's going to give him a kiss. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[If you can't have a smooch right before invisible injuries might explode into goop, what is the world coming to?

In other words, he does indulge him.]

If you do end up a pile of goo, we might have to take a raincheck. I don't believe I'm that adventurous.

[childeishly]

I'm not good enough to make a pile of goo attractive, so no hard feelings.

[firstworldproblem]

It can be done.

You can admit you have limits.

[He kisses his forehead.]

[childeishly]

Can it, hah, well it’s something I hope I don’t have to experience in this lifetime. [ being the goo or seeing the goo… ]

You’re getting a head start on spoiling me, you know.

[firstworldproblem]

I have two options. I could be beside myself fretting over unavoidable death and injuries or I could channel that energy into making those to whom I am so fond forget them.

I find one more effective than the other.

Also I want to know the story behind your current ... attire.

[childeishly]

I'm not interested in forgetting about what happened. I had a great time, melting aside. But I understand. I'm guilty of trying to do the same on occasion.

[ looks down at himself and makes a face, tugging the paper clothes off. ] Do you want the long version or the short version?