You Find Yourselves Stirred By A Voice....

[strangerpeople]

[You feel as you are on a fluffy cloud of warmth and the urge to not want to move is great. However, the voice speaks again as if it is urgent...and maybe angry?]

Damn brats! Get off the merchandise before I call security on you!

[Oh. Well.

When you come to, the familiar scenes of your bedrooms fill your sight. However, the barriers are gone and strangest of all, there are people around. They can SEE you and for sure, they are gawking at the weirdos that are somehow sleeping in department store beds. But on the hands of Croix and Chariot, there's something on their hands...a phone number and a message saying 'Call me! :D' from some weird girl with an A name. But when you finally move and get away from any nosy customers, you have to wonder 'What just happened?' 'Is everyone ok?'

And why do you have the urge to go visit Cafe MYJL?]

Comments

[notgentle]

Yo.

[Dio is just here, with his hands in his pockets. He realizes a second later that "yo" is a greeting especially likely to offend Yotsuyu.] I mean, hey. Hello.

[He leans forward.] You're Madame Composer, right? May I... ask you something? Just what was the idea behind the mass execution rule? The really strong culprit is going to escape without helping you, and the players who'd been remaining didn't have all that strong imagination... I just don't get it.

[bendwiththewind]

[Well she is being used to hearing Yoyo a bit but Madam Composer is nice too. A sign of respect and everything.]

The mass executions? Twas the goal. My Game would have not ended if everyone had left the Strangerground; twas a means to enter the Reaper's Game.

[notgentle]

[His eyebrows go up at the goal - a lot of things click into place in his head.]

So the players of past rounds who hadn't stuck around in the Underground... they won the reaper's game and now they're off Composing?

[bendwiththewind]

Some are Composers while some have become Conductors along the way and some...well, you can understand the point. Either way, their worlds have a much better chance at protection than before. What they do after leaving is none of my concern personally.

[notgentle]

When you put it that way it sounds so much nicer than killing two hundred people.

[He's judgmental but not vitriolic. Like they're debating the ending of a movie.]

Your angels give out those little chips to them? Didn't get erased for a week, a month, six months?

[bendwiththewind]

Tis not the first time.

[Yeah she'll say it. Denying it is dumb and it's not like she has stuff to hide...unless you count the matters before becoming acting viceroy. That kind of thing he may need to go ask Kurama.]

Those chips? Those were only for those on the Strangerground. It would have been pointless for usage in the Underground.