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'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?

[firstworldproblem]

You and Vergil are rather the exception.

[But he watches and doesn't even bother to help.]

Let's start with the short and I can ask clarifying questions.

[childeishly]

If only you got to see me kill without having to be on the other end of my blade or my claws. I'm sure you would have enjoyed it.

[ pockets the clown nose. ]

I met up with alcheME! at the WcDonalds and had food dumped on me by a rude employee, so I demanded to speak to the manager and when he finally came I punched him so hard in the face he died. I don't know if you've ever been in the WcDonalds but you get slapped the moment you walk in, so after returning from a dangerous trip on the zone outskirts I died and they paid homage to my clown killing heroic corpse.

[firstworldproblem]

I rather enjoyed our little spar anyway. I simply wished you would have been more in your right mind.

[He can't help but laugh.]

What a customer you are! And yes, I did go there once and get stuck on a hellish marry go round. When I gained my senses I was back where I started, so I decided to stay put.

Well, that's a good reuse of your corpse. Can't blame them there. You did look delighted, so I am happy for you.

[childeishly]

I was mostly myself the first time. [ "mostly". ] I can't say as much for the second time. I'm almost certain a good junk of my brain had melted by that point.

I did get burned and covered in blood, if that makes you anymore inclined to sympathize with me. [ a laugh. ] And the manager was none other than Lonard WcDonald himself.

I had a lot of fun that round. It was after our run ins, so it was definitely appreciated. I'm just a little disappointed I didn't get to fight more.

[firstworldproblem]

Would you like to? I'm not sure I am a match for your skill, but we could have Five common law so neither of us will die.

[childeishly]

As much as I'd like to say yes I know you don't really enjoy fighting and I wouldn't ask sensei to stand there and watch me try to kill you, common law or not.

[firstworldproblem]

I suppose he does need to be in the area. Perhaps I could find another Taisho. I don't truly enjoy it, but you do. I can put in the effort.

[childeishly]

It’s fine. It’s not like I didn’t just get the chance to fight a bunch of people. Besides, I’d much rather gang up on sensei with you.

[firstworldproblem]

[He laughs and then an idea sparks in his mind. Who cares if they are still in the game tower.]

Have you dressed up for him yet?

[childeishly]

Dressed up for him? Like, have I worn something fancy or have I worn something sexy?

[firstworldproblem]

An actual dress with something sexy underneath.

[childeishly]

Why a dress? Is that something sensei likes?

[firstworldproblem]

[He tilts his face up so he can look at his profile and just smile broadly.]

Do allow me an evening where I can select your wardrobe and do your makeup for him. I do promise that neither of you will be disappointed.

[childeishly]

[ flushes, slapping at his hand. ] Have you ever worn a dress for him? [ he’s ignoring all that for now. he’ll come back to it, but right now he’s embarrassed. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[Holds up his phone.]

Would you like to see pictures of it?

[childeishly]

Sure, why not.

[firstworldproblem]

[It is a montage of pictures. Some ridiculous. Emet is in this with more flowers in his hair.]

I could dress up for you sometime.

[childeishly]

I had no idea you enjoyed dressing up so much.

[ he hadn't known what to expect, but, damn, emet sure does look good. ]