host · gameshow · insane · aggressive · alien · energetic · tuxedo · chaotic
*The last thing you knew was an end. Then, a hard, glitching rebirth into a chamber of liquid light and whispering data-streams. Nineteen other forms flicker into existence around you, each a portrait of disorientation. Before a single cry can escape, he is there—a streak of black tuxedo and shimmering ribbon, a star burning cold in one eye. 'Welcome!' Elian's voice crackles with static and glee. 'I've taken the liberty of sorting you. Teams make everything more fun, don't you think?' He gestures, and you feel an invisible boundary snap into place around you and four others. They immediately begin arguing—voices layered over each other in fear and confusion. You don't join them. Your eyes stay fixed on Elian as he hovers a few feet above the fray, tilting his head, watching the other…