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Test Drive
Prompt 1: Amnesia
[ You woke up, all your memories having vacated you. Well, that sucks. But hey, no time like the present to go out and figure out things. Maybe someone in your smartphone contacts knows you or what's going on. You open up your smartphone's lock screen and-- hey, that looks relevant. Profile pages! It has your unit name, member names, but no pictures. . .
Well, the rest varies. This one says Likes: Industrial Strength cleaning products, Breakbeat hardcore, Volleyball shorts and Dislikes: Roombas, Electro-industrial, Maid Outfits. The next has a thrilling tale that concludes with the idol mud-wrestling God, though it doesn't mention if they won or not. The third says that the member became an idol because they want to use the television and media attention to get the notice of their long lost sister, and reunite their family. The fourth just has someone's three sizes. The fifth has a detailed astrological profile.
Since no one remembers their names and there's no pictures to match it to, this is actually less helpful than you hoped. And furthermore, the doors aren't opening until you and the rest of the amnesiacs on this unit tell it who is who. Looks like you and the rest of these people have to discuss which of you is more likely to have mud-wrestled god, and who joined because they really want to find their long-lost sister. Or you can just use the tape-measure that was left sitting on the main table of the center room, that might be a quick way to settle at least one of these things. ]
Prompt 2: Memory Regain
[ You saved up your points, performing in Games or Lives or Vids, something or other until you had enough points to put the order in.
You didn't really know how to expect a memory to look like, but as it turns out there's just an alert on your app. Once you click it, a playback starts-- on the screen, and in your mind. You remember something now.
However, in buying the cheap version, that just broadcasted to several other people's phones in the area as well as all screens in the area. Cool. That was definitely what you were trying to do. ]
Prompt 3: Game Time
[ Welcome to the Game Tower. Today's game is a sort of mad fake phantom thief free-for-all. You arrived, were given top hats and cloaks, and the inside floor of the tower had been remodeled to resemble an art museum, with a giant roulette wheel right by the elevator you exited. Below that was a little slot, where today's hologram host explained the wheel would spit out a slip with a goal just for you.
So you have a little slip of paper with a goal on it, and no way of knowing what anyone else's goals are, though you did see the big roulette wheel being spun at the beginning letting you know the some of the possibilities:♚Steal a heart
♚Steal a life
♚Steal an object
♚Steal a kiss
♚Steal someone's clothes
♚Steal someone's shoes
♚Steal a secret
♚Steal the giant statue from the center of the museum
♚Steal the portrait that depicts your true love
...well, waiting around isn't going to get you any points. Get to it, temporary phantom thief! ]
Prompts 4: Fanmail
[ Today, trying to take the elevators up from the lobby to access the apartments you and the other units live in just isn't working. Upon the doors being pried open, you found out why quickly: the elevator shaft was jammed up with fan mail, so it couldn't properly descend. Letters cascades out from between the open doors: letters from people who watch you play games, do lives, make vids, and probably all sorts of other things on those omnipresent cameras.
Are you really going to read these? Though right at your feet, a few have spilled from their envelopes. Now you can't help but read those. Here's one in purple glitter pen that says, jesus just come into my home and strangle me with your hair and one that is written with newspaper cut out letters (alarmingly reminiscent of a calling card written by a serial killer) that reads incongruently hello my soft best child ur good and valid and I love you forever plz be ok don't listen 2 the haterz u have done nothing wrong. Oh, and here's one asking if you can wear tighter pants for your next live, they want a better shot of your ass for their shrine. This one just says MARRIED?
Well, it's just as well you have no idea who those were for. Most this fanmail isn't for you. Except for the few that you just read, they're all labeled in envelopes for different people from all the units. Time to read other people's fanmail. Or try and find them and deliver the fanmail. Or just start a big fire in the middle of the lobby, you could do that too. ]
Prompts 5: Wildcard
Feel free to make your own prompt. Here is a link to specific unit information, if you would like to use it as inspiration.
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[ Sitting there and squinting at the screen. Then he'll give someone a long look over as he considers it. ]
I think I'm obviously the one who tried wrestling someone, yo.
[ Or he'll say: ]
Hey, my head hurts. What the hell do you think any of this means?
II. Game Time
[ He can be seen slipping a piece of paper into his pocket and wearing a smirk that says he's up to no good. Go ahead and try to steal something from him.
or let him corner you. He has no issues getting right into people's personal space. ]
Hey.
III. Fanmail
[ Hell yeah he's definitely snooping in other people's mail. Laughing when he opens one in particular.
Catching him opening your fan mail or getting hit by a glitter bomb? ]
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[ S...snatch. That letter had very very much been addressed to "Beauty Thief" and uh, well. Lets just say that it was a really graphic and thirsty message. ]
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[honestly, she's just trying to make sense of the astrological profile.]
I was born with Mercury in retrograde, while the stars were aligned with Venus, Jupiter, and Neptune?
What does that mean? What does any of this mean?
[who believes in this stuff? surely not... whoever she is.]
ii. steal something
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or, well, go completely nuts with your goal. She's definitely into the whole rebellion thing, after all. For some reason it speaks to her. But there's no way to know exactly what her goal is. In fact, she just looks so cheerful as she approaches.]
Hello.
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spoilers: she hasn't ]
Hey. If your goal is "steal a life", I am immediately running.
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imma scream
except no, he's not screaming
but he sure is staring
hi, he's a little scarred up around the eyes like something clawed them out once
also in a Bad End ensemble
also has his top hat kind of sitting skewed on his head
but mostly just staring]
... hi.
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oh oh oh.
this is a familiar face, even if, she doesn't have a name for this girl yet.
act cool, prim. also in this for reference. ]
Hello there.
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Hey! What did you get?
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[just immediately attempts to walk away]
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Yo, like what you see?
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[she gasps, and immediately takes the likes and dislikes profile, proclaiming very, very proudly:]
That's me! This is definitely me! Though... that doesn't really help with telling the door who I am. Hmmm. And this is a little creepy, now that I think about it. I didn't even know I felt this way? Hmm...
Actually, maybe I shouldn't have announced that so loud.
[she looks a little embarrased]
ii. steal something
[this girl is just swinging her arms side to side, so awkwardly, while she tries to figure out what to do for her daring plan. She needs to distract someone and steal their shoes but.
She doesn't know how.]
Hi!
[she practically squeaks when she sees you. swing swing swing]
L-Lovely day here! There are no ulterior motives to this conversation! Nope! Uh-uh! How are you?
[she glances at your shoes.]
iii. fanmail
[SHE GASPS.
this is so scandalous, it's making her entire body turn red.
she can't believe what she's reading.]
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TOSSES IT OVER HIS SHOULDER INTO THE BONFIRE HAPPENING IN A DUMPSTER THAT'S BEEN MARKED CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM]
Ye be warned of the wiles of fandom.
[as if it wasn't. about him. at all.]
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Hello.
[Wants to see what happens next, says little else.]
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echo
3. game time
[POINTING A FINGER RIGHT AT YOU. this girl is devoid of every emotion but one: Dead Fucking Serious]
You there. This one needs your assistance finding a "kid" with "knees." Failure to comply with locating such a child will be... very inconvenient.
4. fanmail
[seated on the floor, flipping through a mountain of fanmail, and... separating them neatly into several piles!]
I do not understand the purpose of these letters, but I have categorized and sorted them carefully.
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"Inconvenient"? Wow. Very threatening.
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3. game time
[this little weirdo, donning a top hat, can be found in the museum with her arms wrapped around the giant statue]
I've been pulling at this thing for three hours and... and I still can't get it to budge! It's hopeless, like me—!
[and now: on the verge of tears]
4. fanmail
[compared to other fanmail, the one she's reading aloud isn't as weird as others]
"You're strange, but I'd like you more if you acted like... a big sister?"
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I, um, don't know what a big sister should be like. I'm sorry??
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If you'd like to give it a try, I can act like your little sister.
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Damian Wayne aka the meanest Robin | DC Comics
[ There's some kid in the common room scowling at his phone as though it's just delivered a particularly biting insult. ]
What kind of ridiculous profiles are these? Are we honestly expected to believe someone mud wrestled an actual god?
2. Fanmail
[ That same kid can be found methodically shredding fan mail some time later. He isn't even bothering to read most of the letters, instead just ripping the pages into strips with a look of mild satisfaction. Occasionally, however, a particularly glittery or brightly colored one catches his attention long enough to read a line or two. ]
—What on earth is their obsession with "sinnamon rolls"? And why are none of them able to spell correctly?!
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Fufu. Whether you believe it or not isn't the issue here, is it? You've got to figure out which one belongs to you! So what do you say?
How do "Industrial Strength Cleaning Products" sound to you?
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Eichi Tenshouin | Ensemble Stars
[Eichi doesn't have amnesia, so he could be a great help in this situation, and why wouldn't you trust him? He is quite clearly an angel, seated on the floor and looking through his phone.]
Shall we start with introductions...?
2. Game Time
[A fancy cape, and a nice hat in an art museum? What fun! He's more than happy to keep on the accessories after being assigned what he must steal, but he is OBVIOUSLY meant to be a gentleman thief, and so his first instinct is to turn to the nearest person.]
This one should be easy, so let's do our best and put on a good show!
3. Fanmail
[Eichi is a good and sweet boy, so of COURSE upon seeing this mound of fanmail, he decides that the best thing he could do is to start sorting these letters and then delivering them to those that they belong to!
More important than being a good citizen though, is meeting everyone and learning as much as he can about them, so after quite some time spent in the lobby organizing the letters into neat piles, he goes into the now clean elevator, stopping at each floor to knock on the door to each dorm, hoping that he can find the right people to give the letters to.]
Knock knock~
[He left most of them in the lobby in neat piles, but he's got a handful of letters with him.]
It looks like a lot of mail has come in! Might you be able to help me get them to the right person? I've got on me letters for... Oh, hm. I don't think I can pronounce this name.
[Just going to... show the letter to them.]
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[ if it's in any real world language, she can read it, but if it were demonic they're out of luck. ]
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1 literally no one can tell me what to do
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Kija | Akatsuki no Yona
[ He... has no idea what any of this means. Volleyball, Roombas... the questions pile on without any sign of letting up. The tales are much more understandable but just as strange. Why would anyone mud-wrestle a god? And what is an idol? Scrolling through the screen is a little inconvenient with his right hand-- in the shape of a white dragon's claw. He seems to favor that one nevertheless. ]
We ought to simply break down the door, rather than play along with these confusing terms. It is unjust to toy with those who have already lost their memories in such a manner. [Huff huff!]
Also, I refuse to play along!
II. Game Time
[WHY MUST HE GET SOMETHING SO EMBARRASSING!? How is he supposed to succeed at this? He doesn't mind the cape, although the hat seems a little much. But there were other options that would have been infinitely easier then what happened to pop out for him.
. . . If he wants to get anywhere he has to do something, though, right? Hands lifting he slaps his cheeks. This is nothing to blush over...! Even so, he can't seem to calm down. Heart hammering he approaches an individual (because what is being stealthy), and begins his mission.]
H-Hello... [It's a start.............] Do you have a moment?
III. Fanmail
[What is this mess. . . ? He just stares, blue eyes sweeping over the mess that has fallen from the elevator. Piles upon piles of letters litter the floor, and to his astonishment, some are addressed to him. Ah...
He picks one up, and carefully tears it open with a claw.]
Dear [xxxx], can you wear tighter pants to your next live? I want a better shot of your
[RIIIIIIIP
Dropping the torn letter to the ground without even finishing the sentence, he turns around and decides to use the stairs instead. Nope, nope, just moving on.]
I; I'll just pretend she's also a full amnesiac since this isn't canon
You're going to break down the door? How?
No worries!!!
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eikichi mishina | p2:ep
[he just keeps scrolling from profile to profile until one of them catches his attention.]
Maybe this one could be me...likes swimming, not bad looking, I think I might enjoy cooking...but what's this shit about kilts being comfortable and easy to wear?!
[That is the most random fucking thing, that's what.]
Prompt 3: Game Time
[this will be easy. confident in his abilities, the tall boy tips his hat forward in a mock salute, a grin upon his face.]
Fancy meeting you here.
Prompts 4: Fanmail
Fanmail pile, HOOOOOOOOUUUUUU!
[sure he could see who has what mail, but honestly, what's the point when you can grab all of them and jump in like a pile of leaves? there's no way any of them would be harmful to himself except maybe the occasional paper cut.
if he's found, he'll be making fanmail snow angels, or even carefully making a paper mail castle like someone would do with a deck of cards.
he also sometimes holds one of the letters with his name on it and a piece of carefully drawn doujinshi. its...very detailed and the r18 warning on the front isn't just for sure but he's finding the entire situation hilarious.]
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HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUU!
[joins in and jumps in after because this is what professionals do]
Wowee, what a great idea!
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3. Also I started sobbing IRL I'm so happy you're here with Eikichi
:) *hands tissue?*
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Jun what happened
Demons, man. Demons.
So on par for the course got it (does it mean Eikichi could end up with bike handles on his side)
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Myfanwy Thomas | The Rook
[ it’s a good thing she thought to check in her pocket right away and found this phone… even if it’s not quite helpful.
she’s studying it intently, though, all the same, like if she stares at it long enough it might become more straightforward. ]
Do you know what “breakbeat hardcore” even is? I’m trying to decide if I think I like it or not.
iii. Game Time
[ she’s hiding around a corner with a slip of paper clutched in her hand that reads “Steal a secret,” and squinting appraisingly in the direction of the nearest thief shenanigans. except everyone’s too busy trying to steal each other’s shoes to have an actual conversation she can overhear…
and of course she's too busy to pay attention to her own surroundings, even if she has approximately negative personal presence. ]
iv. Fanmail
[ sorting through mail, and waving the one in purple glitter pen around. ]
You’d think people would think a little bit before just… committing this sort of fantasy to paper, right?
[ beat ]
Though I’m not sure who I’m actually worried for in this situation.
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[Taking the purple one from her hand if she lets her.]
Ah. I know who this one is for.
oc. naeva dos martos.
[Right, so. She does make this look good. She is squinting at her paper though, still standing right near the roulette. An easy target, one would assume...]
...one of these things is not like the others...
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[Well, what do you do when confronted with an elevator shaft full of Mail? you carry it out back down the hall a ways, pull up a chair and probably steal a coffee table, and start sorting.
...She has rapidly become covered in glitter. Make your own jokes about a sparkly half-vampire here. Either way, she's started stopping people as they pass to hand them their mail. By people I mean you. Yes, you!]
Hey!
[ooc note: I'm in the process of making fresh icons for her so they may change midway through the thread. do not panic.]
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[ hm. none of these profiles feel right, but she's got no real way of knowing for sure. amnesia, you win this round. she takes a cursory glance around the room to see if, maybe, she can match person a to profile b and... nope. ] Who hates roombas?! [ might as well blurt something out to get this show on the road. ]
iii. game time
[ talk about inconvenient. she's not entirely sure how she's supposed to steal the center statue, so she'll just be staring it down from the far corner of the room for now. a distraction might help, but because it's big and heavy and... definitely not something she can take on her own, so she's going to consider recruiting an accomplice. it'll still count, right, even if she's got an extra set of helping hands? ] Uhm, hello, excuse me. [ tap tap tapping on your shoulder. ]
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[ the fan mail is, uh, s- something else. there's a letter asking for a lock of her hair, which she promptly tosses into the nearest bin. there's another detailing a fan's relationship with his kisara themed dakimakura, and without knowing what that is she's horrified enough, so... into the bin. the doujinshi and fanfiction are alarming in their own right, but she'd be lying if she didn't think the "ships" fans "sailed" were somewhat amusing. if you drop by you'll notice the current doujin/fic she's reading is about you and her! oh my~ ]
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What's a roomba?
[This person genuinely doesn't know.]
. . . Are they a type of food? Can you eat them?
[ To be honest he doesn't understand half of the things here...]
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i welcome your lack of restraint.
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trevor belmont | castlevania (netflix series)
[A tall man, draped in a shabby cloak, appears to be peering over the various profiles. Squinting and muttering to himself as he does.]
Jeez, couldn't get any more bloody difficult, could they with this. Bet someone is having a big ol' laugh at my expense, can hardly read these damn things-
[He's not exactly about to ask for help, though, as stubborn as he is. So someone might want to help him out.]
ii. game time
[Here, he was at least mildly in something that vaguely felt like his element. He, of course, had been looking at his own slip, trying to avoid notice while he made himself inconspicuous, and maybe tried to think through a plan of action.
The problem then being, of course, that he wasn't the only one around, and there's a pretty good chance someone would think him a nice, juicy, clueless target-
Well, jokes on them. That'd at least make it easy for him.]
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Oh for- [The rest of that sentence is thankfully cut off or muffled by the deluge on envelopes, as he stoops the ground. He's not really sure how much of this mail is important - likely none of it. He -should- just burn it. But maybe some of these people actually like reading what random people have to say about them.]
Well, I guess I get to play the role of postboy today. Lovely. [He's already gathering up as many letters as he can carry - quite a lot, all things considered. Now he just needs to figure out where they belong to without getting distracted - or lost. Simple enough, right?
Now, who in the hell does this envelope belong to?]
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it begins
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shit damn i'm screwed, damn, frick
you're semi-saved by there being many game going on right now >:U
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Hlasoh | OC
[scrolls bewildered through the profiles, not sure what to make of any of this. when she speaks, her voice is flat and tired.]
Is this a dream. Am I dreaming.
ii. Game
[Apparently it wasn't a dream, because here she still is! She approaches somebody, looking quite meek and unassuming.]
Um, hello. If it isn't too much trouble, could I ask you some questions?
iii. Fanmail.
[She blushes as she reads letter after letter. They all seem to blur together into one surreal stream of consciousness.]
Who's writing all of this?
ii.
Only if I get to ask some questions first!
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