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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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[aragona]

We're supposed to perform for them. People in our position are not given useful gifts, just ones that show appreciation.

[A shrug. At least she has something to decorate her room.]

[judgmenttime]

I guess I don't really care about other people's approval that much, but it's annoying.

Maybe I should do a "Live" to earn more points, though. There's some things I really want.

[aragona]

That's the only way they'll notice you. Thankfully, you don't have to interact with them if you play it right.

[What's better than looking good without people actually watching?]

[judgmenttime]

Aah, I guess so... well, no reason to waste time, right, Unnie?

[ slams that MEDIA ATTENTION button and points at her. ]

I, Sae-byeok of the unit Dance Macabre, do hereby judge you to be smug and looking to gain esteem at the expense of others. How do you plead?

[aragona]

[She looks down at the tip of that finger, her smile lessening but not looking upset at all.]

And?

[Why does he want to talk to her?]

[judgmenttime]

And that's three hundred points in the bank since our live is "trial and judgment," which means that I can buy a sword now, but you could try and make it a little more interesting.

[aragona]

[...He just used her words to get himself a prize. That can't stand. Not when it means she's losing. Sonia stares at him for a few minutes, blankly, then slips off one of her long gloves and tosses it at him.]

Gardens. 2pm. We use the swords hanging above the fireplace.

[It's a duel for her honor.]

[judgmenttime]

[ Sae-byeok catches the glove neatly, and underhands it back to her. ]

I don't need charity of that kind, Unnie. I'll bring my own sword.

May I have the name of my challenger?

[aragona]

[FINE. It would have been good to have two equal swords, leaving the skill to the user, but she has her own awesome, functional sword that matches the groups'.]

Emilia. And yours?

[judgmenttime]

Didn't you listen to me? I'm Sae-byeok, Dance Macabre's Judge of Destruction.

I'll see you there, Emilia-unnie.

[aragona]

Okay.

[Should she remember the name? Maybe, in case she ends up respecting her. But they're not members of the same team, so it's not important now.

Emilia turns on her heel, letters and gifts in her arms, and walks up to her room. It takes her an hour to prepare her weapon, dress in something more appropriate to a sword duel, and stare into the mirror to get her focus. She returns to gardens far before 2 to sit on a bench and wait out the remainder of the time.]

[judgmenttime]

[ Sae is very punctual, and turns up with a... not actually very fancy, just serviceable and sturdy sword. ]

I'm ready when you are.

[aragona]

[She stands up rigidly, focusing her nervous energy on wearing a stoic and intimidating facial expression.]

Ten paces. We move after the clock strikes two.

[Brief, clear, and distant. Emilia leaves Sae immediately after speaking to stand at the center of the mosaic, facing in one direction.]

[judgmenttime]

And the conditions are...? First blood, to the death—although I don't think the unit with reviving powers likes that.

[aragona]

[Killing someone wouldn't go well, and what's the point of gaining honor of the other party can't be alive enough to see you triumphant?]

First blood.

[judgmenttime]

First blood it is.

[ she moves to her own position. ]

Do you think they’ll be entertained?

[aragona]

They should be.

[Or else what is the point of using her Live? Emilia steps forward ten paces, turns, and blankly stares at her opponent while the clock reads 1:58.]