POST-ROUND 2 MINGLE

[idolpro]

[ Once the decisions have been made, everyone is ushered—though those gentle tugs—out their respective mud rooms into the courtyard. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides one half of the courtyard away—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard. From beyond, idols can hear the distant sounds of something rumbling—perhaps it's the ground shaking. . .

The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]

[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]

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[sagescion]

[He puts his arms around her, just burying his face into her shoulder. He's tired. He doesn't want to know where the score is because they will all be coming for Aether next. He hates it.]

[scattershot]

[She hates it, hates seeing him like this.

[Alisaie wraps her arms about her brother, pulling him closer. How strange it all is, that the most infuriating person she's ever had to share space with should at the same time be such a comfort. Be the only soul, at a time like this, whose presence she can without reservation simply welcome.]

Surely they can't keep this up much longer. Even them...