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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

Feel free to make your own prompt. Here is a link to specific unit information, if you would like to use it as inspiration.

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Comments

[foolmetwice]

[please what did you expect]

Outside the box, maybe?

[flaps a hand at her, bored]

[endurism]

[If she was trying less hard to be ~distinguished~, her cheeks would be puffed out right about now. As it is, she just huffs.]

... Are you going out of your way to be difficult?

[foolmetwice]

Maybe.

[SO CASUAL]

[as he folds the paper and slips it into his pocket]

[endurism]

That's a yes.

[HMMM]

Fine. [oh] If that's the way you are, then I don't need to concern myself with anything you're saying.

[foolmetwice]

I mean. Yeah.

[gives her a kind of look like. . . "duh??"]

Isn’t not concerning yourself with what someone is saying everyone's default state?

[endurism]

[s...sweats.

is that a trick question]

... Of course. I-- that's what I meant.

[she doesn't know, man, people are hard

[foolmetwice]

[. . .]

You're new, aren't you?

[endurism]

[she bristles at the fact that it's so easy to pick out but also like.

What's she even mad about.... she doesn't know....]

Is that really something that matters right now?

[foolmetwice]

[huffs]

Not really, I guess. Though I'm hoping your unit gave you the whole explanation so I don't have to.

[AT LEAST HE'S HONEST]

[endurism]

[That blunt honesty is the first thing to get her to relax a hair.]

Mm, I wouldn't ask for an explanation from you regardless. [oh]

You're difficult to trust. [though to be fair for her that's pretty much everyone]

[foolmetwice]

[he doesn't seem offended at all, because. that's fair]

Smart way to think in a place like this.

[gonna grab a cigarette from his pocket, tucking it between his lips]

You got a name?

[endurism]

I find it's a smart way to think regardless of the situation.

[that's just a mutter though]

And... shouldn't you share yours first?

[foolmetwice]

[eyes her for a moment, before he lights up his cigarette and takes a puff, holding it in place with his teeth as he grins]

Mars.

[endurism]

[..........................]

That's a disgusting habit.

[JUST PUTTING THAT RIGHT OUT THERE APPARENTLY.]

[foolmetwice]

That's not an answer to my question.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[exhales a ring of smoke, still grinning]

And you're not the first person to tell me that.

[endurism]

I don't have a satisfactory answer for you.

[nose wrinkles!!]

And yet you still do it. You are harming not only yourself, but everyone around you when you smoke. [total buzzkill here wow]

[foolmetwice]

It helps with stress.

[he answers blandly, as though that is a good excuse for GIVING HIMSELF AND EVERYONE AROUND HIM CARCINOGENS]

[endurism]

[UH HUH...]

That's a terrible reason for inflicting the people around you with something like that.

[a beat]

Are you that stressed right now? You don't seem like it.

[foolmetwice]

[oh BOY]

We're literally in hell.

I am always stressed.

[he was always stressed before hell, tho]

[endurism]

[i mean fair point.

but also]

That is hardly a healthy way to live your life. [says the CONSTANTLY STRESSED to the CONSTANTLY STRESSED]

[foolmetwice]

Yeah, so?

[. . . MARS. . .]

I'm allowed to live my life however I want to, aren't I?

[and, as if he is just trying to be CONTRARY, he sucks in a puff of smoke and lets it out purposefully as he locks his eyes with her]

[endurism]

Of course you are. You're allowed to kill yourself in whatever way you please.

[SHRUG]

What you are not allowed to do is infect me with your life choices. I would prefer you put the cigarette out.