idolpro | WILD CITY

[ You spill out of the elevator into a tower room with stale air— the elevator is gone when you look back.

You are in the tower. A spiral stair encases the shaft of it, leading to a singular room at the top. Search lights atop the roof beam up into the dark above the Tokyo skyline, demanding attention. Anyone not attending the game must see that something is happening at the Game Tower. Ascend to the top, picking your way through the splintered wood of where something destroyed the still-locked door, and you enter the tower. Even with the wind at this altitude, the air is stale, and the room is littered with wrappers of cheap snacks that wouldn't last anyone long, more a taunt than a lifeline.

The sight of the splintered door sets your eyes looking around the room, expecting someone and then setting your heart racing when you don't find them. Did they get out? You don't know if that's hope or dread welling up in your chest, because there's an icy core at the center of what might have been elation: someone, certainly, didn't make it out of this room. You feel this knowledge vaguely; like something you crammed for on a test and aren't positive of it, it's tentative— you need to reach for it. You probably don't want to. If you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, though, it will overwhelm you.

A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (kill with an accomplice) as well as the item that you've been given (skull). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.

There is one exit: South. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

AGAIN?

Oi, oi, what's the worry? We ain't going down without a fight––which means we ain't going down at all.

Love that confidence! Where do you want to head?

First, I want a little thief to hand back over the gun he swiped.

How about....I hold the gun? And then I'll make sure each of you get turns. Then he can't hog it...?

. . .

Silver. It's my gun. That the brat stole. So I hold it and no one takes turns 'less I say so.

We'll talk it out while we walk.

Wha––there's nothing to talk about! That's how property ownership works! I sold my freakin' soul to buy it, what'd you asses do? Huh?

....you're right, Coyote. It's YOUR gun.

We're sitting ducks if we just stay in this room arguing over a gun though. Let me talk to him and I will get you your gun. Fair?

We oughta go to the arsenal.

[EXIT STAGE SOUTH.]

Re: Session 18 Discussion

shutthefoxup - 2019-09-22 01:16 (UTC) - Expand

[ Trying to calm down now that he is very sure there are only WC here. He's bloodstained and breathing fire now ]

Borrowed. And what is wrong with Silver holding it? He needs to protect himself.

That it's my gun and it's bullshit you all think you get to decide it for me? I would've said yes if you'd actually asked!

You didn't want to listen to us at all before! Why would you start now?

What the hell's that got to do with it? So, what, 'cause you never listen I can just go claim all your shit? You're lucky you're Wild City.

[STORMING THE FUCK OFF she ain't fighting her unitmate over this but

she pissed]

That isn't—

[ WELL FINE HE'S JUST GONNA GO. CRY ON SILVER!!1

this round is off to a great start already ]

Edited 2019-09-22 01:33 (UTC)

[ Talon is here, his hair sticky and matted with blood that's dripped down his forehead and the back of his neck. His eyes are wild with panic and rage—enough rage that he's still crying furiously, flames licking from his mouth instead of the typical smoke ]

Where did she go?!