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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

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Kija | Akatsuki no Yona

[backstory]

I. Amnesia

[ 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

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ she's poking at this flameless light on the wall. Just how does it WORK? but. she'll stop long enough to look over at him. ]

You're going to break down the door? How?

No worries!!!

[backstory]

[He turns toward the small, red-headed girl near him. The hair is...certainly a striking color. It makes her stand out.]

It's easy.

[ He smiles confidently, lifting a fist up into the air. ]

We just have to apply as much force as possible. [Putting a hole through it with a solid fist, everyone slamming into it at once. Though somehow he thinks that might be difficult for someone so small as her... ]

If you could stand back I can demonstrate.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She'll go ahead and move out of the way then!! but. ]

You're going to do that with your bare hands?

[ this seems




]

Isn't it made of some kind of metal?

[backstory]

Well-

[For some reason, he thought the door would possibly cave if he gave it his all. Perhaps with his right hand? It appears much more sturdy than his left, which reflects hers and everyone else's in the room. He stares at his clawed hand a moment. He'd felt rather confident a moment ago. Hmm...]

Perhaps it would be better with a heavy object.

[Glancing around the room...]

If we use that curious, large box that is lit up like this strange device. [He reaches upon himself to pull out his phone. They can just smash that into the door and see if it helps to do any damage, first.]

[dragonheartedgirl]

Oh! Good thinking.

[ Here she was thinking he must know something she doesn't. But that seems much more plausible. She fishes for her own little stone-box and produces it. ]

Do you think having two would be more helpful than one? I don't think I have any need for this if we can get out of here.

[ She definitely doesn't trust something given to her by their nefarious KIDNAPPERS. ]

I

[iamverybadass]

I doubt that our abductors care about what is or is not just.

[ There's a boy who's been sprawled in one of the common room chairs, trying to get his phone to show him anything that seems like it might be actually useful. He's pretty sure it's a pointless effort by now. ]

Haven't tried breaking the door down yet... [ He'd only seen that it was locked and decided to try the phones first. ] Do you believe we can get through it?

[backstory]

Then we simply have to make them regret that decision.

[Do they really believe that collecting a bunch of people all together won't one day backfire on them? He might not know what half the things in this room with them are, but he does understand the confusion and frustration of the other people stuck here alongside him.]

If we all work together I'm sure we can. If we find something heavy to smash against the door, or else all slam against it together, we might be able to damage it enough to get through. Otherwise, finding something to wedge between the cracks would be a good idea as well.

[iamverybadass]

I'll be happy to help teach them that lesson.

[ Exactly what a tiny amnesiac teen thinks he can do against unknown captors is anyone's guess. ]

Maybe we can use part of a bed frame as a battering ram. They're made of sturdy wood.

1/2

[backstory]

I am all too happy to repay them for their error.

[Oops, well, it doesn't look like the adult thinks much differently either. Stupid unfounded confidence seems to be a thing between the two, huh.]

2/2

[backstory]

That portion of the bed is a good idea. Let's take it apart.

[Rather than waste time any longer here, it's best they start. They can figure out what they need to do next once they see what's on the other side of that door.]

We should find something that can be used as a weapon, too. We have no idea how many there are, but if someone is standing guard on the other side of that door, they may raise an alarm toward their companions.

[Nevermind that there are cameras all over. He has no idea what those are.]

2

[syckophant]

[The cape is a little bit much with Eichi's wings, and the hat too much with his 'halo', but he seems happy to have them both either way, turning to see the newcomer with a dramatic flair.]

Ah, may I help you?

[backstory]

[ He blinks. Is this really the type of person he can do something like this towards? The wings, of course, stand out, as does the strange thing that floats above his head, regardless of how the cape and hat interfere with the overall appearance.

He also has to be aware, too, that everyone else in here has their own mission. Some modest, some less benign.

Right. Focus.]

I wondered if I could ask you for a favor.

[ Err. . . he should ask plainly, too. At least about this bit.]

May I...hold your hand?

[syckophant]

[Cute.

Eichi will smile warmly at the boy.]

Hmmm, there's no need to be so nervous. I promise I won't bite. Unless your mission is to steal my hand from my wrist! Could that be it?

[And yet... he extends a gloved hand without hesitation. He has to put forth trust in others if others are to trust him!]

1/3

[backstory]

That is not my intention.

[Honest. Though if one is intent on completing such a gruesome mission, they might not be honest about such intentions, either. The ones responsible for this place deserve to be punished a thousand times over.

Regardless, he's relieved when the man does, in fact, extend his hand toward him, gloved or not. The hand it rests in happens to be rather unusual. While his left hand is undoubtedly human, his right hand is that of a white, scaled, claw. At least his grip is light.

. . . He may have told him it was fine to calm down in his own way, though Kija still feels somewhat awkward. He hesitates... because how is it possible for anyone to pull something like this off smoothly without being embarrassed!? But he finally does it! He moves in, and---!!

Kisses him through his gloved hand.]

2/3

[backstory]

[THAT'S IT! HE DID IT! He managed to steal a kiss! Of course, he releases him immediately after because he is not a heathen and rude!1! But he's relieved. It wasn't so painful. Maybe especially because a glove was in place. The instructions didn't say where or how, so this must definitely count!]

3/3

[backstory]

[The relief is quickly followed up with obvious flustering]

I-I apologize for being so rude! I received a rather inappropriate mission, and so I am ashamed that I had to steal something like this from you. I am in your debt as a result. You may strike me if that will make up for this arrogance!

III

[bloodyhoneymoon]

[someone's not having enough FUN in their lives if they thing that a letter telling him to wear tighter pants is offensive. a head peers overhead before he just gives the other a small, playful slap on the shoulder showing him one of his own.

it's pretty detailed.]

Don't think of it too badly, bro! These fans are gonna outgrow us in a few years, so I say make the most of it.

[backstory]

[ Meanwhile someone else is having too much fun. He takes the produced letter to read for himself and-- ]

W-what...

[Color spreads through his cheeks until his entire face is PURE RED. Immediately he begins to stammer.]

How... How could someone write something s-so shameless!?

[He can't understand this??]

Do the people behind these letters have no pride!? I even had one earlier that asked about marriage...!

[They've never even met!]

he's so great

[bloodyhoneymoon]

[the other boy just laughs.]

Fans want fantasies, we're just giving it to them. That's how it works doesn't it? The more you play it up...the more they want you. Then again there's the type of girls who like cute and quiet guys too.

[He looks into the pile and finds another that's a doujinshi of his group in...suggestive poses.]

They probably do have pride...just not for this type of stuff. If you'd met them, I think they'd turn as red as you are right now!!

this combo tho

[backstory]

[OH GODS. His hands shoot out to lower the-- depictions of inappropriateness before his claw moves up to cover his eyes. How is he not taken aback by such scandalous paintings of himself!?]

I-I don't understand this type of affection!!

[These are supposed to be their fans, right!? Ahh--! He doesn't think he should even open anything else ever again.]

You should...compose a poem toward someone you like. Or send flowers. N-Not....things like this...

III

[nihilmancy]

[Scanning her letters with an increasingly flustered face.]

I-I'd never imagined I could be so popular. Fame is scary.

[backstory]

I am not sure that this kind of popularity is especially desirable.

[If he is getting so many inappropriate letters... she must be as well, or so he assumes.]

[nihilmancy]

It is frightening, but I am surprised that so many people like me.

[backstory]

You should have confidence in yourself.

[Of course he finds it strange that so many have taken an interest in him as well, but it's simply because he cannot understand going to such extremes like this.]

While I disagree with how they choose to show their appreciation, and how we are treated as mere entertainment here, I have yet to meet many who are unlikable.