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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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[ The headpat actually does cut through the panic a little and she stares up with wide, confused eyes. ]

[ headpat headpat ]

Were you frightened? You shouldn't pick fights if you aren't suited to them. But I am at fault as well, so please accept my apology. I won't subject you to rough actions again.

[ She looks over at her for a moment later, then Rin's head turns away as her cheeks turn red with embarrassment again, her mouth twisting into a grimace. She's still got anxiety and fear buzzing through her veins, almost shaking with it, but she's calming down enough to feel like she seriously overreacted.

She's too mortified to give a word of explanation yet, not out loud. But she does unclench her hand-- when did she clench it so tightly?-- and hold up a crumpled piece of paper.

"Steal a kiss." ]

Eh?

I misunderstood?

Do you have any ideas how else to steal a kiss?

[ The words come out sullen, snappish-- it's easier to be angry than it is afraid or embarrassed. ]

I never would have considered that it might be for that purpose...!

[ hops to her feet and just as quickly folds herself over in a low bow ]

I sincerely apologize for the undue hardship I have caused. Please allow me to help you up.

I can get up on my own.

[ The words come out stiffly as she pulls herself to her feet, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her skirt as she stands with as much grace as she can with her limbs still rubbery. She adds after a moment, though--- ]

Apology accepted.

Mm.

[ straightens up as well ]

Then, if there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask.

Hmmm.

[ The noise is almost dismissive, the way it comes out, but then she adds-- ]

....Your reaction time was impressive.

[ The words come out awkwardly. ]

Thank you very much.

I'd ask if you know martial arts, but I suppose you wouldn't know any more than I do.

Mm, I don't know much of anything. But it does feel very natural. Like, "ah, so this is the way this body is meant to move."

[ She nods slightly. Talking is helping to slow down the wild beating of her heart, to calm the buzzing in her veins. To steady the tremors in her hands. ]

So it must have been a very practiced thing, regardless of the "hows" and "whys."

Ah, yes, I think so, too! Is there something that feels like that for you, miss?

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