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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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[sangreine]

[Lunch! The word makes her light up with a sound of wordless enthusiasm, practically glowing as she shifts her weight toward the corridor, suddenly eager to get going. Why didn't you say there was food?! Her very favorite topic!]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Guess that idea's a hit, huh?

C'mon, kitchen's this way.

[Keeping hold of her hand as he leads them that way]

Got any requests?

[sangreine]

[She shakes her head, both in reply and to dispel whatever half-formed thought tried to intrude upon her delight. She has company, a hand to hold, and the promise of food. Whatever is nagging at her can wait. (It's barely in her awareness anyway, distorted, a reflection of a reflection, easily batted away. How could eating ever be bad?)]

[With bounding steps, she lets herself be led, nothing but thrilled. Anything he wants to offer is wonderful!]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Nothing, huh?

[Heading on into the kitchen]

Fried rice work, then?

[sangreine]

Work! [ she chirps, again not so much comprehending the exact meaning so much as trying to suggest vehement agreement. It's difficult to go wrong when it comes to food unless it's about her yet unknown, altogether more sinister nutrition needs. ]

[ She pauses, forehead furrowing in thought. Trying to communicate like this is a challenge, but she also can't let things go easily once they're in mind. ] I -- make? Too? [ She's trying to ask if she can help in some way, but probably it's not terribly clear. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It takes him a beat, to parse that, but he gets to the right conclusion eventually]

Oh. I mean, sure, if you wanna.

You know how to chop an onion?

[sangreine]

[ Squeaking in delight, she switches from holding his hand to hugging his arm, somehow not missing a step as she shifts. You're just the best, you wonderful person! Being a bit feral and roughly hewn doesn't mean she can't be of help. ]

[ She nods, not especially knowing what she's agreeing to but not caring. She'll figure it out. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay, cool.

[Digging out for her, and a knife]

You get going on this, kay? I got the rest.

[sangreine]

[ She's all smiles until the knife handle hits her hand, at which point she pauses, head inclining oddly, staring at the blade with her eyes far away. ]

[ Without so much a twitch in her placid expression, she tosses the onion in the air and makes five flicker-quick passes with the blade. When the onion lands, it's in one piece for a split second, then the skin gives way and it blooms into neatly sectioned pieces. ]

[ She looks over, her smile right back on her face, as though it never left. Did she do it right? ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude!

Oh my god!

[sangreine]

[ Her first reaction is to startle and drop the knife like it burned her, thinking she made a mistake, hands clutched to her chest. ]

[ But then, he doesn't look mad. So she knits her brow in silent question. Is that a good reaction or not good? ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Puts his hands out to try and reassure her when she startles]

Hey... hey. You're good.

We're good.

[sangreine]

[ She makes no effort to shy away from the contact, much as her expression hints that she might. Evidently she did something unusual, and without realizing that it might be unusual, and being different -- any more, at least, than she is already with her lack of words and odd moods -- doesn't sound appealing at all. ]

...Okay? [ she asks, hesitant, despite that he just said so. Reassurance is always grounding when she's this unclear about her place in the world. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Definitely okay.

Pretty badass.

[sangreine]

[ Hearing the praise, she melts into contentment, no longer meeting his eyes. It's less embarrassment than just being demure about it. ]

[So! Anything else she can handle? She's probably not good at anything but the violent part. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

You wanna chop the onion up smaller?

Like, real tiny, the smaller the better.

[sangreine]

[ Smiling almost shyly, she's a bit nervous to try again, lest she screw it up this time or be otherwise disappointing. But she doesn't know anything about the rest of what he's doing, so. ]

[ Resuming her grip on the blade's handle, she take a few more whacks at the onion, this time from its resting place on the chopping board, with perhaps just a hugely unnecessary amount of force tad more strength than necessary.
Small pieces, you shall have! ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

There you go, just like that.

[Going to leave her to it and turn his attention to other ingredient prep]

[sangreine]

[ Within a few minutes, there are some very finely minced onions on the board. Not realizing when she should stop, she keeps hacking at them, almost automatically. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, sweet. This's perfect.

[Popping over to take the chopping board]

[sangreine]

[ Mid-strike she notices him swooping in, and pulls her knife up short, eying the result of her efforts as he swoops the chopped mess up. Watching him with odd blankness, she blinks herself back to the moment, belatedly realizing she was close to cutting him alongside the onion. ]

[ Glancing at the knife again, she gently thumbs its edge, scant fractions of a millimeter from drawing blood. Another glance his way, at the delectable smell of what he's cooking, and she decides there are better uses for her time than whatever her instincts insist she should be doing with that blade. ]

[ Just hovering over his shoulder now, making a delighted noise. She will definitely enjoy that! ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Dumping in the onion to fry while he gets some other veg going]

Hey, you wanna chop some pork?

[sangreine]

[ Hoo boy Grinning at first, delighted to be helpful, she approaches the pork with her knife -- but freezes. Two thoughts try to yank her in opposing directions: hack at it (fight, something tells her her palm trembling against the blade's edge), or recoil in disgust. ]

[ Glancing over to where he's cooking, the second wins out, and the knife clatters to the cutting board. She shakes her head, numb all over. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey. You okay?

[Circling around to check on her]

You a vegetarian or something? We don't gotta put meat in it.

[Going to put those leftovers back in the fridge, safely out of her sight,]

[sangreine]

[ If this were game canon later she'd be amused, in an entirely humorless way, that she would be thought a vegetarian, but as things sit she doesn't quite understand his words, nor her own actions. Certainly it isn't an aversion to eating meat, it's more that the thought of cutting into it would be -- welcome. Overwhelmed with his kindness, she hadn't wanted to taint it with whatever the thought of cutting flesh churned up inside her. ]

[ As soon as the refrigerator door closes, she steps over and drapes herself against his back, arms loose around him. It's not quite clear what she's trying to do, even in her own mind. Something like comfort, perhaps, or gratitude. All she knows is she can't repay him any other way. ]