avante en garde

[idolpro]

[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

Comments

ROUND 2

[idolpro]

HAND

[idolpro]

[ Touching one of the mahjong tiles will bring up a textbox underneath it with a brief description of the attack associated with the tile. Your starting hand is this: ]

2 dots (sore throat)

4 dots (hearing loss)

9 bamboo (whole unit death)

3 dots (unable to lie for 3 days)

TRADE

[idolpro]

[ Please submit trade requests by 5PM PST at the latest to give everyone time to discuss their new hand, and consider a tile from your starting hand as a backup in case another unit is not available to exchange. Trade availability cannot be retracted. ]

TURN IN

[idolpro]

[ Please reply here with both your tile choice and your three choices for target unit. Turn-in is due at 5:30PM PST. ]

Re: TURN IN

[deicider]

4

1 Taisho
2 sensitive
3 bad end

RESULT

[idolpro]

[ Metal panels open up from the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, with giant metallic appendages rushing out of them to grab you - any two of you, by your arm or your leg. (Or like, just one of you but two of your appendages, but how unlucky would THAT be?) You can try to run, but they'll chase you down; once the hand grasps onto your knee or your elbow, it stops. All of the other appendages stop. Is that really the end of it?

. . . No, that's not quite right. That's not the end of it at all - the hand squeezes down, digits tightening mechanically with a whir, until it's painful, and even then it doesn't stop. Are you panicked yet? Even if you are, the appendage's grip is far too tight to escape from, and will likely only cause you more pain. Then again, how much more painful could you make the experience of getting your joint crushed?

The bones crack under the hand's unforgiving grip, digits pressing harder and harder until your joint is nothing but bone splinters digging into arteries and nerves. Thankfully, that appears to be as far as the punishment goes - the hand releases you, leaving a comically deep handprint against your skin, as every metal appendage disappears back underneath the panels. ]

[deicider]

[It's their right arm. Viciously, they're glad it's not their dominant left. Cardigan's scream is more anger than pain.]

[calmthefoxdown]

Cardigan-

[ HOW... HOW DO I HELP THIS IS TERRIBLE. ]

[unbr8kable]

[She faces the appendages as they come, but can't keep from cringing as they clamp onto her left knee. A voiced little ah as standing very quickly becomes difficult, so--fine, maybe time for a rest on the floor, breaths harsh, hands trembling and clenched tight.]

. . .