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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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Comments

[gauntletsarecute]

[JUST



LAUGHS AT THAT???? And keeps dancing.]

[notadrop]

[

don't kill this fucko don't kill this fucko don't kill this fucko don't kill this fucko don't kill this fucko don't ]

Oh my, it looks like I'm missing something~? Ahaha, how silly of me! But um, you know, it's not nice to laugh! Also, there's no cameras in here so if you're putting on a show you're really just wasting your tiiiiime...

[gauntletsarecute]

[After her weird soft giggling subsides a bit-]

Not a waste of time if I'm doing it just for me, riiiiight? Ha, haha. [If he pays attention, he might notice that she's looping the exact same dance over and over and over... with exactly the same movements, to the point of it being a bit creepy.] I know what I'm doing and I know I'm gonna get hurt, but are you gonna tell me who I am?

1/3

[notadrop]

[ Oh. He knows what this is. This is rival for the title of 'cutest girl in Tokyo-F'. ]

Well~! Maybe you should look at your profile? You need to if you ever want to get out of he --

[notadrop]

[ WAIT FUCKING WHAT? ]

[notadrop]

GET! THE FUCK DOWN! YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[gauntletsarecute]

[That causes more weird off-beat laughter to bubble up, clashing with her oddly precise movements. But she obliges, hopping down off the table... like a ballet dancer, and she doesn't like. Stop.]

A whooooole lot, I think? And it's not nice to call people idiots, y'know? It'll make them become idiots for real, or something?

[notadrop]

[ Well. That's good enough. He groans, pulling out his phone. ]

What, did you read that on the internet? Should read up on not being creepy, too.

[gauntletsarecute]

Maybe I did? Maybe I didn't. I don't remember that kinda thing, just the important bits. [spin spin spin] Anyway, you gonna tell me who I am?

[notadrop]

Be! Patient~! I'm trying to find your profile, okaaaay? Because you're busy.

[ busy being a fucking weirdo. anyways he's going to go see what name is on her profile. ]

Not that, like, those are super accurate! Ehehe. You know, mine calls me "Sergeant Skullfucker"? Our unit ended up going with Mai Tai, though.

[gauntletsarecute]

["Our unit". "Our unit". Hm.]

Okaaaaay~ Sergeant Mai Tai~

[is this BARiTONES. was she dancing around the glasses on the bar counter while somehow not knocking any of them off? probably. Anyway her profile is just like, The Witness, age at death: 16, etc etc]

[notadrop]

[ so good at dancing! ]

Dead and green. Man, we should take the name Absinthe from the other dead dude and give it to you. "The Witness" sounds more like a title than a name, but I guess that's who you are?

[gauntletsarecute]

[ ... ]

Yeah, that's me. Right on all counts. Sergeant Mai Tai's sure good at this? Ha, haha.

[notadrop]

That's because I'm good at everythi~ng! Anyways, we've gotta choose a position for you.

[gauntletsarecute]

"We"? You're gonna help? So you're good at everything and nice after all, huh?

[notadrop]

Hey, don't get any stupid fucking ideas. The door won't unlock until you choose one and I have places to be, that's all.

[gauntletsarecute]

But you went out of your way to tell me who I was before you got to that part, so you are nice, right?

[Anyway, pulling out her phone so she can visibly input Blood (#21E697).]

[notadrop]

You wanna die?

[gauntletsarecute]

Already dead, remember?

[There, input. And then right back to spin spin spin, because apparently that's necessary for some reason.]

[notadrop]

They obviously didn't do a good enough job!

[ He quirks a eyebrow, though, looking back down at her profile. ]

"Blood", huh? You really are creepy.

[gauntletsarecute]

Right??

[Sticks her phone back in her own pocket.]

Yeah, 'caaaaause I'm a zombie robot. And you're cute 'cause you're a real kid. Whoever set up this unit's got real broad tastes, huh?

[notadrop]

Robots are real too, dipshit. But yeah, I don't really know who our target audience is.

...Oh, by the way. You can call me whatever in the dorm and around the rest of the unit, but if anyone else is around then as far as they're concerned I'm a girl. Got it?

[gauntletsarecute]

[Salutes.]

Got it, ma'am ♪

...Sergeant. Whatever.

[notadrop]

I'm not actually a sergeant, you know. Pretty sure they just gave me that title 'cause my mom was in the military.

[gauntletsarecute]

Oh. Maybe wars are what we've got in common. That's one thing~