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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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oc. naeva dos martos.

[desirestruth]

3.

[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...

4.

[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.]

3

[stakesthesame]

[ behold; a spooky voice from above! ]

You're gonna get caught if you hover 'round here lookin' lost, y'know.

Re: 3

[desirestruth]

[To her credit, she didn't shriek and claw her way up the wall. But if she was a cat her tail'd be maximum bushed out right now.]

...It's not like they can steal a life from me.

[stakesthesame]

[ Someone in some ruffly black nonsense is floating above her, casually. ]

I wouldn't tempt anybody. Not sure why you think they can't.

[desirestruth]

I...

[She pauses. She doesn't remember why. Hm.]

...Well, it sounds silly when you put it like that.

[stakesthesame]

Kyahaha. Some people around here are completely dinged in the head.

And besides. Even if you're undead-- like me-- you can still get killed.

[desirestruth]

Like you?

[She kind of sniffs at the air, an instinctual response. Hmmm.]

...Maybe half. But how do you steal a life from something dead? Conceptually speaking.

4

[constellationprize]

Oh, you got so many nice letters!

Re: 4

[desirestruth]

[Dia, she is covered in glitter. Dia no. Dia please.]

...These are for you.

[Holding up a glittery stack.]

Re: 4

[constellationprize]

[ it's pretty!! ]

Thank you.

You're already so popular! I'm glad to see it.

[desirestruth]

Most of these aren't mine...they got stuck in the elevator. I'm just helping sort them.

[...Ah, but there is a faint, just-perceptible-because-she's-pale-as-fuck blush on her cheeks!]

...But, thank you.

[constellationprize]

[ puts her own off to the side and sits down nearby ]

I'll help, then!

[desirestruth]

Ah, are you sure? You don't need to if you're busy...

[Also you're about to be so glittery you'll outshine ozymandias.]

3

[ifshebleeds]

[ have another spooky voice from above ]


Oh, they're all pretty much the same actually! But I guess when you're starving, everything seems like a meal.

[desirestruth]

Murder is hardly the same as theft or sexual harassment. Have you no sense of scale?

[She's getting real tired of spooky floating voices!]

[ifshebleeds]

[ slowly floats herself down a bit, to be somewhat at eye level ]

Oh, silly me! I get confused easy, that's all! They sound similar, though!

[desirestruth]

[Well, that's more polite. Unfortunately the resting bitch face is in full gear, and Naeva's eyes get the spoopy glow when she's not making an effort.]

Is that so? There's something to the cadence, I guess.

[ifshebleeds]

Steal~ a~ life~! Steal~ a~ kiss~!

Oh, oh, what's yours?

[desirestruth]

Come closer and I'll show you.

[GIVE ME YOUR HEAD SHOES.]

4

[mywife]

Who are you, and who gave you permission to touch the offerings of a god?

[desirestruth]

[She stares at him for a few long minutes, as if trying to communicate she figured a god would have better hair.

Or maybe her face just stuck like that. She's just going to hold out a stack that has so much glitter on it it's hard to look at.]

Better than leaving them all to molder inside the elevator shaft.

[mywife]

Don't be foolish. The amount of writings, curses, and praises that arrive in this ridiculous place always ends up being an enormous amount that is impossible to ignore. It is to the point that you cannot even go anywhere else unless the boxes are dealt with.

Not only that, I am no lazy god. If there is something that is mine, I will take it and address it as soon as my eyes lie upon it.

[TAKES THE GLITTER STACK THO.]

[desirestruth]

[She considers how to answer that. And then points down the hall at the elevator shaft. most of the letters are now out, but they still need to be sorted...]

It would have been rude to assume someone else would have gotten to them. Lost wishes become poison, anyway.

[So this glittery stack is probably mostly his? It's hard to read. They used those glittery gel pens. It's for...someone on Zrael, certainly? Probably? That looks like a 'Z'. Or a 2?]

[mywife]

No wish given to my presence will ever get lost. I am the sun, the light that guides the people!! I will rise every day, and nothing shall stop me from doing so.

[hmph]

I'VE DECIDED!!!!!!!!!!!

If you had no ill intentions, I shall let it pass. It is no matter.

[desirestruth]

[SHE FLINCHED. HANDS OVER HER EARS. SIR SHE ONLY HAS ONE PAIR OF EARDRUMS AND SHE'S FOND OF THEM???]

...I. I see. [Oh heck what's that ringing noise.] How. Enthusiastically gracious?

[Is that a thing? It might be a thing. She's not sure. Please don't yell again.]