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imeeji_backstage2018-12-30 09:21 pm
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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
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What the hell?!!
[ Reaching around his back to try to grab. ]
Hey, that hurt you asshole. That's not how you ask for another one.
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D-Do not flatter yourself!!
[Don't say such things!!! But now that he has him down, Kija does what he can to try and restrain him... while simultaniously working at sliding his boots off.]
If you hold still this will be over more quickly!
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[ it's just going to get worst from here ]
Hey... what the hell? Are you trying to strip me?
[ He didn't think the kiss was that good dude. just going to struggle. ]
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S-Stop suggesting such inappropriate things!!
[Even though he manages to slip one of his boots off...! Almost immediately he begins working at the next.]
no subject
[ Okay just going to try to roll suddenly. CAN HE DO IT ]
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So once the other manages to roll it unbalances him.]
Wha--!
[Shoot. He tries to recover because he can't afford to let this guy escape just yet, but the turn is enough to unbalance him and gives the other man an opening.]
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Okay, what the hell are you really after? If this is some kind of foot thing...
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I don't even know what that means!
[What is a foot thing supposed to be anyway!?]
If I tell you what I'm after then it's not stealing.
[Or something!]
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Hey, I have ways of finding out without you even telling me...
[ Just going to pat him down to try to find the slip of paper. Feel free to knock the dumbass off or something ]
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[What is he...!?
Almost immediately he squirms and manages to free his clawed hand. Which he uses to try and force the other off of him with. Moving fast, he rights himself enough to dive and then grapple with his remaining boot.]
Just a little more--
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[ He's now off of him and sitting up quickly and-
wait. ]
Hey. Time out, yo.
[ He's not going to move his foot away or anything, but reaching over to touch his right hand. ]
Is that real?
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. . . ]
You... mean my claw?
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[ Good news, he's not scared or freaking out. Also how much can he get away with with touching cause he's touching more of it. ]
How far does it go up?
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. . . He's a little flustered to have someone touching it, but after a moment he pauses... and then pulls his sleeve up as far as it will go.]
It only goes up to just a little past the elbow. And it is only this hand.
[The farther up it goes it tapers off into pale skin.]
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Leaning forward to touch his forearm. ]
Is it ever hard to do stuff with it?
[ Don't ask him what he means by stuff ]
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He eventually reaches up to wrap his human hand around his wrist. E-Enough with the touchy touchy. His grip is gentle though, and he releases it after a moment when sure he's done.]
I haven't noticed any difficulty with it.
[He lifts his claw up, flexing his fingers as he stares at it himself. Because he arrived like this, it doesn't seem strange to him, though he is aware that no one else seems to have scaled appendages. Claw falling to his side, he glances back up to the other man.]
It's impractical to use the magic box with my claw, despite being right-handed, so I just use my left. I suppose it might be difficult to play certain instruments, too.