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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]

[She is so willing to help. He admires that she is just as determined to leave as himself.]

You can hold onto it if you like. I don't really think I'll have need of my own, but there is one that is much larger than these that may cause more damage.

[Where was it? He remembers seeing it somewhere... AH- there it is. He's not sure what it's called, but it's mounted on the wall. Someone might have said...tele--vi...he can't remember. Either way, this will do much more damage.]

I'll just pull this down-- [It's a little high even for him, so he might need to get a chair.]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ This is definitely a sound decision that no one will regret. (Who left these babies alone??) She looks toward the wall where he's focused on. ] That thing? [ It IS quite a bit bigger, so it's hard to argue with that logic. But. Hm. Approaching it to get a better look. ] It's a little thin, compared to the hand sized ones that they gave us... [ But who cares if they break it, right? ] ...But you're right, I think it'll work. It might be too unwieldy for just one person, but if you think you can get it down, then I can help hold the back of it for you when you smash it into the door. [ An electric battering ram. Again there's no way this could go horribly wrong... ]

[backstory]

[Some children were never meant to be left to their own devices. These are two of them. Even if they aren't exactly 'children'.]

I would appreciate that, thank you.

[He'll do what he can to shoulder the brunt of the weight when they get to that point! She's so small after all. Aha-- though dismounting it proves that it is quite awkward to carry, even if it is lighter than he originally thought. He'd retrieved a chair to help aid him in lowering it down, and carefully steps off of that once he succeeds.]

Alright-- [He finally gets it down and is happy for the help in maneuvering it near the door. This really is the best idea...]

If you are ready, on the count of three?

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ Despite how thin it appeared, the rectangular object is heavier than appearances would make it seem. But his unnamed partner in crime doesn't seem to be struggling? Perhaps, in spite of her size, she's slightly stronger than she appears herself. In any case, her expression is set. determined even, and her grip is steady. ]

Ready. 1! 2!

[backstory]

Three--!

[Both slam the television forward into the metal door as hard and fast as they can. The front end of the television significantly crushes, breaking as the screen splinters and shatters with a crash. At the same time, sparks immediately begin to spray out, shooting at both the individuals responsible for the sudden electric mess.

He drops the foreign object, at the same time his hand flies out to try and push her away from the possible danger of the painful sparks. The momentum causes him to fall back onto his bottom, and hopefully the young woman away from the mess. Eyes wide, he stares at the mess in front of him, as it continues to flicker dangerously.

And with all of that, the door hadn't budged at all.

H--Huh...?]

oh no I forgot to press post...

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ This is the MOST UNEXPECTED TWIST. Not only is she on her butt on the floor next to her unnamed companion but-- ]

It's shooting off fireworks!?

[ It can DO that? But where were they stored?

There's no answer of course, just the continued fizz and spray of electric sparks against the floor and door from the ruined rectangle. Luckily, there's nothing specifically flammable close by... ]

1/2; It happens to all of us!

[backstory]

[This door is a formidable opponent after all. He just. Stares for a moment. So this is fireworks? How dangerous to place them inside a box like this! No one had even started a fire!!]

. . .

[Is there anything more heavy then this? Perhaps if they use a table... unless the tables have something strange about them too. But more importantly...]

2/2

[backstory]

Are you alright?

[Turning to her apologetically. After all he had gotten her help and then also pushed her down, even if it was because he feared the fireworks would hurt her.]

I apologize for pushing you like that.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ THEY ARE NOT, but it's. The closest thing she can think to compare them to.

Well her toosh hurts a little--but that's not something she's going to be complain about to him, especially not when he's being so nice! ]

I'm fine! But are you all right? You were right next to that thing when it started going off. It didn't hit you with any sparks, did it?

[backstory]

Ah--

[Well, there are a few spots on his clothes where the sparks clearly made contact, and a slight burn, he realizes, on his left hand. It should be fine, though, he thinks. Honestly, he's more worried about how the door didn't budge at all.]

I should be alright. It isn't much.

[What had sparked toward his claw didn't hurt at all. Perhaps the scales blocked it out.]

I'm more troubled that we didn't make even a dent.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She's going to reach out and attempt to brush the singe marks off his clothes. ]

That's fine. We can always try again with something else.

That door's certainly not going anywhere--that's the point.

But we won't get anywhere if you've been injured. Let me see your hand?

[ She's reaching for the clawed one. ]

[backstory]

Ah-- i-it's fine.

[He flusters a little when she pats at his clothes. It's really nothing...

He doesn't jerk his hand away when she reaches for his claw, though. Additionally, he doesn't want to move quickly and accidentally hurt her, either.]

It...It's okay. I am unharmed. My right hand seems to be...very sturdy.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ She's kind of inspecting it with a mild curiosity. She really wasn't paying it much close attention before (because why would you focus on someone's hand?) but... now that she is, she can see that it's quite different than his other, and covered in white scales--much paler than his skin. As white as his hair, even. ]

... Yes, I can see that. Was it like this when you woke up?

[backstory]

Mm...

[He nods. He really hadn't thought much about it yet. Not until...right now, honestly.]

It feels entirely natural, so I don't think it is anything to worry about. Though perhaps it is a little frightening to others?

[Should he wrap it? If it is too shocking for her.]

[dragonheartedgirl]

I don't see that there's anything frightening about it. It's just your hand.

[ Perfectly good for holding! She gives it a little squeeze. ]

Besides, it's good to be strong, right?

[backstory]

[Her... her hand is so small in his own, and warm, too. In comparison to his claw, it's tiny. But somehow the presence of that tiny hand has overwhelmed him. He... needs to get a hold of himself!]

If I am able to use it in helping aid us to escape, t-then I would be satisfied.

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ Poor boy. She seems totally unaware of his fluster. ]

Then we should try again, right?

[ She's looking beyond him to the busted TV--which has stopped sparking. ]

It's probably safe to move that thing--and we could try something bigger. Like one of these chairs, or the table. What do you think?

[backstory]

[She's still holding his hand...!]

Yes-- of course.

[Escaping is what is most important. In a manner that won't possibly harm her as their last attempt might have.]

I can get the table. Perhaps it would be best to stand back this time, just in case.

[A table will obviously be awkward and somewhat heavy to ram into a door on his own, but he's concerned now.]

[dragonheartedgirl]

You're going to ram the table into the door all by yourself?

[backstory]

Not to worry. It shouldn't be too hard.

[Confident. Someone was born naturally overly confident.]

I don't want you to get hurt, so I'll at least try it first.

[And he'll promptly retrieve a table.

. . . And it's definitely quite heavy and awkward to move and--]

. . . Do the legs come off, you suppose?

[He can't move it without dragging the opposite end on the floor. Unless maybe he's able to turn it sideways...]

[dragonheartedgirl]

[ Overly confident and.... strangely lacking in common sense in some ways? This silly boy??? That table would have been much less heavy and awkward to move in the first place if you'd asked that question before moving it all this way on your own.... ]

Here, why don't you let me help you turn it over so we can see? Even if they don't come off, we might still be able to break them off like that.