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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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[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.]

[iamverybadass]

[ This is clearly going to be a great team-up. ]

I saw mirrors in the bathroom. I can smash one or two and wrap the largest shards so we can wield them safely.

[backstory]

Be careful while you do so as not to get hurt.

[Dealing with glass could be tricky if he isn't careful. But that really is the best strategy right now. Anything sharp or that could be used to inflict bodily damage.]

While you do that, I'll take apart the bed.

[Which he promptly will get to, first by taking the mattresses off, before seeing where things might need to disconnect.]

[iamverybadass]

I'm always careful. [ A pause. ] ...At least, I assume I am?

[ Hopefully he is, because he's dragging a chair into the bathroom to break the mirrors with. ]

[backstory]

[Perhaps once they get out of here they'll regain their memories. Then they can verify just how careful or reckless they happen to be. Perhaps it's a drug of some kind that has them so confused? Regardless, he'll worry about that later once out.

He'll wait for the sound of shattering glass while he works so that if he does hear any pained sounds he can go check on him.]

[iamverybadass]

[ There is, thankfully, no yelps of pain that follow the sound of glass shattering. Only the sound of shards shifting while the kid sifts through the pieces for something passable as a weapon. ]

[ A minute later he comes back into view with a few large pieces picked out. All that's left is to find some cloth to wrap one end of each piece in now. ]

How is the bed coming?

[backstory]

[Pulling back, he finishes up, and smiles in satisfaction as the boy approaches once more.]

Just finished.

[In his estimation, this should work just fine. It's the most solid thing he can think to use. Chairs are likely too flimsy after all, and many of the other objects in this place are...strange. He's not sure what their functions are.]

We need cloth, right?

[He can sacrifice his shirt. After they escape, he'll be able to find something more decent, anyhow. Slipping it on up and over head, it exposes his back. In addition, with his shirt off, his right hand proves to be somewhat different. Rather than a regular hand, he has a white, scaled dragon claw, that reaches up to around the elbow.

He uses the claw to tear his shirt into two long strips, and hands them back over.]

I can use this. [He hefts his claw up. The nails are long and sharp and should be able to do some damage, or at least as much as one of the glass shards, he thinks.] You hold onto the glass pieces, in case something happens to the other.

[And with two, he can do twice the damage.]

[iamverybadass]

[ The boy stops to examine the makeshift battering ram, nodding in satisfaction after a moment's consideration. It would be the best they could do, he thought. ]

Ah, cloth, yes— [ He'd been about to offer his own shirt when the older man beat him to it. Fine by him, honestly. There wouldn't have been as much cloth to spare in his own shirt anyway.

Although now...while he can keep quiet about the man's scars until they aren't trapped in a room together, there's no way he can overlook that strange hand. ]

Why is only one of your hands like that?

[backstory]

I am not really sure myself.

[With the lack of memories. Although he doesn't mind it, perhaps it really is unusual?]

I didn't notice scales anywhere else. Does it look strange?

[Probably yes... ]

Perhaps I should wrap it so that it is not too shocking for others.

[iamverybadass]

I did not see any other scales on you either, although you do have some scarring on your back.

[ He takes a step closer, curious now. ]

Perhaps...but it did not shock me too badly.

[backstory]

Ah...?

[He turns around, attempting to glance over his shoulder, though of course, that's a useless endeavor. He'll have to find an unbroken mirror later.]

I'll just think of it as an extra advantage. [And if it is enough to shock at least one of their captors, then he'll consider it a win.]

We didn't discuss it before but are you comfortable with this? [Not the scales, but the situation in general.] On the other side of the door, it may be dangerous. [And he seems quite young. Under the circumstances, Kija doesn't think they have any chance but to fight for their way out. It may be a lot for someone of his age to handle, however.] We may have to fight and even kill the ones responsible for bringing us here. Are you capable of that kind of weight upon your shoulders?

[He's been eager and willing so far, and quite responsible for his age. It's admirable. But to be safe, he should make it clear it's understandable if this is not something he can commit to.]