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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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[ She stares down at the profiles. Which one is her...

anyway, more importantly: ]

This place... seems fine, but it's really rotten underneath, isn't it. I thought when I woke up that maybe I could rest here, but it seems not.

[Well, he's fairly certain the three sizes are not his, at least.]

If you mean that it is absurdly unlikely for multiple amnesiacs to conveniently be trapped in the same area, then yes, I agree. There is clearly something else going on.

...so it would be unwise to rest.

We should prepare ourselves, then.

What should I call you, friend?

...right.

I'm--

[He opens his mouth to confidently inform her of his name, but--]

[--he closes it immediately after and grinds his teeth together in barely suppressed rage. The implications of all of his memories being erased took a while to actually hit.]

...I have no name to give you. Not even a hint of what I should be called.

...ah, and of course I don't either.

Maybe then we can just call ourselves whatever sounds best, for now. What sort of person do you think you'd be...?

It's incredibly frustrating. I'm not even sure where to start.... Was I a warm person, a cold person? What do you think you were?

...maybe we should we look at those awful profiles again and see if anything seems familiar.

None of these really have names, either, just these weird memes.

Would you mud-wrestle God? I feel like I could want to.

If God is the one who put us here and stole our memories, then I would absolutely mud-wrestle him.

...but it isn't ringing a bell.

Aah, this is really complicated. I don't know that I couldn't be this star chart, but also I don't know what stars I was born under...

Maybe I'll just call myself Sae-byeok, like "daybreak," since that's everything so far, and be done with it.

And I'm very certain I don't like maid outfits, but I also don't care much for "volleyball shorts"....

...that's not a language I recognize. Is it fine to call you Sae, then?

One syllable sounds a little weird, but "Sae" isn't a bad meaning, either. It's... mm, I think it's the language of the place I'm from, but it's frustrating not to remember exactly.

You seem like... a forthright person who despite knowing nothing cares about the justice of our situation, so I think a strong name would be fitting.

I'll consider that a yes, then. And that's very likely the case, which perhaps means you're a step closer to uncovering who you are.

Is that so...? When I think of myself or what sorts of names I should come up with, all I can think of is fire. Do you recall any words for flames in that language of yours? I agree that a "strong" sounding name would feel right.

Ah, something like "Hwajae"... if you just say "Jae," you could read that as "burning ember," I think? That's a good image.

"Jae".... I like it. Short, but powerful.

You seem quite capable. I'm sure together we can figure this out, Sae.

Thanks. To be honest, I'm pretty relieved to feel like I can rely on you as a comrade, too, so I don't feel too bad about things.

I feel similarly. Having a comrade I can rely on does make this feel infinitely more tolerable already. Let's make this partnership official, then.

[He holds out his hand for her to shake. So professional.]

[ she shakes! ]

Whoever's responsible for this—we'll show them they've made a real mistake.

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