ENDGAME

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[A wall panel in the green room slides out of view, revealing an elevator. Get in it and it will take you down to the hotel (description here), where your fellow contestants - alive and ghostly - await.

You may spend as long as you want here, ordering up as much room service as you like, but when you're read to go home, you'll find that one floor (new to the current hotel occupants) has nothing but doors with your names on them. Exit, and you'll show up exactly where you were when you left.]

((THANK YOU FOR PLAYING EVERYONE. Ghosts, feel free to materialize and talk to people. You may now speak about your prizes.))

Comments

[manuscripture]

Remember: I'm not rich because I wanted to be. It just came with what I love.

[jinglebros]

True, true.

[ Santa nods and looks impressed as per usual. Dammit. ]

[unexpectedboner]

You-- I'm sorry. I thought I'd have more time. I promised...

[is there a wall around? he half-heartedly punches it]

[rowboats]

[ Ib hits him a few more times, but her arms are starting to get tired. Boo. A weak hit, and she lets the platter drop out of her hands.

...she did what she wanted to. It wasn't the kind of pain and terror Mary had to go through, but she doesn't think she could bring herself to do something like that to him, anyway. Somehow she doesn't feel any better. There's still a big, empty feeling inside of her. ]

[golden_dream]

... Yeah.

[Rosa had her limits, but she could understand Kyrie desperately looking for the worst sort of devil's bargain she could hope to achieve]

Do you want to...?

[court_chesster]

...I don't even know how to respond to that.

[golden_dream]

I guess he's not as innocent as you thought he was, then.

[refusedtoleave]

[Scoffs.]

What the hell were you thinking!? What do you think is going to happen now!?

[manuscripture]

If you work hard, you can get everything you want. And then some, Santa.

If you take literally anything away from talking to me, just. Follow that one.

[keybroad]

[Lotus wasn't ready - she was still restless in the jousting rink that approximated a gym. She picks up a two-thirds-full cylindrical glass of orange juice, downs the whole thing, and then gets a butler to pour her a fresh one. She waits. She's at a dining table eventually and is getting a butler to provide the supplies with which she can badly brew Western-style black tea. Lotus just sits with her chin in her hand and stares at the spirals of steam. There is no ring on the middle finger of her left hand. There is no... explanation for some of the things that happened in these past two weeks. Just. Wow. How is she supposed to go back after this.]

---

[Eventually Lotus has found a bikini, done her makeup, and generally washed herself up for the first time since she came to the hotel. So she's mingling with people, waving, good old bangles as jangly as ever.]

Hey, good work to everyone who did good work, I'm glad to see more than five of the eighteen folks I left are alive. Uh, if someone else needs to punch me to be happy before you go home, please get it in now. Anyway, I'm here as long as anyone wants to talk about how we can find each other in our timelines or... [forced smile] whatever.

[God, she can't wait to not talk with anyone outside her family for the next six months.]

[jinglebros]

No, he's really not.

[unexpectedboner]

I was voting for Mari, but instead-- Jesus, could you not with the helmets?

[bluescreenofdeath]

I made the plan to die back in the second round. Before the hotel pass was a thing. I thought, if we keep going like this, saving as many people as possible and spreading the votes as thin as they'll go, everyone's going to die. Everyone but the final five. I thought if anyone else was going to get out of this, someone would have to die to send another person to the hotel. I figured nobody would accept a plan like that from someone who wasn't willing to die for it first. And I thought since you guys had six people, you'd want to save one of your friends. It's funny. When the hotel pass was announced, I thought Santa might try and talk me out of it, since now there was a mechanism that countered that whole thing. And instead I find out he's been talking behind my back with all his friends about how I'm terrible and monstrous and trying to frame him for my death like that benefits me at all? Seriously, what's the logic there?

[jinglebros]

...hey, Lotus. We're never going to see each other again after this, so if you want to punch me or hug me, get it out now.

[bluescreenofdeath]

What would that solve!? I don't want you to hurt yourself, I want you to care!

[refusedtoleave]

...That was you two then.

[She actually laughs.]

I suppose I should thank you... This was quite a mess.

1/2

[keybroad]

Yobisute!?

2/2

[keybroad]

I guess it's an improvement over "lady~"

[jinglebros]

[ STOP THROWING A WOUNDED MAN ON THE FLOOR. NOW HE'S DEFINITELY BLEEDING AGAIN. ]

He stabbed me, you know! He beat the shit out of me and stabbed me! I can be a little pissed!

[golden_dream]

Shut your mouth. Didn't you already say you got money from last game? How much money does one man need, anyway?

[bluescreenofdeath]

Haha yeah, c'est la vie.

C'est la mort?

I'm not good at French.

[locktouching]

[Give him a moment to calm enough to talk. The comforting gesture from Corrin helps. It helps a lot.]

...You did well. You survived.

[bluescreenofdeath]

A little girl is dead you can survive a headache.

[jinglebros]

I do fucking care! I care a hell of a lot!

[jinglebros]

...yeah. I'll remember it.

[ He gives a thumbs up. ]

Thanks.