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

[unexpectedboner]

[Junpei is ready and willing to take it, squeezing her back tightly this time, which surely is just for offering support and not because he's trembling at least as much as she is, shh]

...

[unexpectedboner]

...Are you ever fully straight with people about anything?

[golden_dream]

You shut your goddamn mouth! You don't know me! You don't know my daughter! And you sure as hell don't know my family!! DIE AGAIN, YOU BRAIN-DEAD GHOST!!

[in a sum of all Rosa's rage she reached for the ghost in an attempt to strangle it]

[rowboats]

My big prize!

[ For the first time in a while, she's got a big, glowing smile on. ]

It was to leave the gallery and go home with you and Garry! You--You're back, they brought you back because I won, so they still had to give me my prize! I can't believe it...!

[unexpectedboner]

Basically the same as the nonary game, isn't it? ...Jesus, I'm supposed to go home after this and finish my degree. My parents are gonna kill me.

[bluescreenofdeath]

[Her hand goes right through Takane's throat and she stares back unimpressed.]

[jinglebros]

What are you talking about.

Look, ask me any question and I'll answer it straight. I might as fucking well, we're never seeing each other again.

[jinglebros]

...good luck, okay?

[locktouching]

Why wouldn't I be? You haven't turned on me for every dreadful thing I've done, and everything I thought of doing...

[golden_dream]

Sure... good luck in... wherever you're going.

[jinglebros]

...you probably know who stabbed me, right?

[golden_dream]

... Get out of my face and find someone else to haunt before I find a way to show you how lukewarm the hell you came from really is!!

[locktouching]

...I was able to see a lot of what was happening. But I missed a lot. I couldn't bring myself to watch the whole time.

[jinglebros]

Heh, thanks.

I'm a little scared, but it should work out alright.

[bluescreenofdeath]

[Smashes her in the legs with the helmet again] Isn't that cute.

[partcompany]

The rest of you all got prizes of some kind too, right? Might be hard to act like nothing happened...

[partcompany]

What did you end up doing with him?

[jinglebros]

[ He exhales and it takes a moment to bring himself to say it. ]

June pressured me into getting stabbed for a deal with Ronald and I made Junpei do it because I was scared she might go too far and accidentally kill me trying for a better deal. Of course, he went too far and nearly did.

[partcompany]

Unfortunately it's not like they give you a choice about it...

But, right. Yeah. That's... that's gotta be rough.

[rowboats]

Yes. I get to go home and see my parents and Garry again, and Mary is coming with me.

[ .... ]

I had nightmares when I was stuck in the gallery, and I was only there for a day or two. I don't know what kind of nightmares I'm going to have, now.

[ how does one even move on from a murdergame jesus lord ]

[rowboats]

Because she'll probably be upset?

[locktouching]

...Let me see it.

[Drifts a hand near the wound. Not touching, but examining. Checking the popped stitches.]

[jinglebros]

Mary's coming with you? I thought she was dead.

[ Pauses and he kneels in front of her. ]

Ib, can you promise me something? I know I have no right to ask for something, but it's for your own good.

[rowboats]

She was a part of my prize, so they brought her back. They had to keep their promise.

[ she frowns ]

I'll listen.

[ but no guarantees she's willing to heed it ]

[jinglebros]

[ Lets him examine, wincing now that he's thinking about the wound and more aware of the fact the stitches are popped again. The wound's about the width of a scissors blade and almost to the bone, but not quite. ]

He wasn't supposed to stab that hard. or break my arm. Or hit me in the head. Or any of this.