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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]

[ No longer a breath from snapping, she pauses to consider and comes up empty. Feelings without memories behind them provide little more logic than her otherwise swirling thoughts. A fleeting moment's consideration for why he wasn't so bothered by what he saw in the glass is brushed away, unimportant. Being alone, regardless of her company, doesn't feel so shocking. But disappointing, certainly. ]

[ The closest she can come to an answer is to point at her own face. She doesn't expect he'll understand, when she doesn't. ]

[at_heart]

[ As long as she isn't pulling away, he's going to keep up the steady gentle rub. ]

Your face. You don't like it?

[ Refrains from saying something really unhelpful and inane, like, 'you're pretty'. ]

[sangreine]

[ She is pretty, by design, and for this moment in particular; adrift without her past, her wide eyes and lush body are the only tools she has, along with the instinct to use them. The comfort he offers strikes a note she had unknowingly sought since waking and she makes a soft, contented sound from her throat. ]

[ Responding to his words would be impossible even if endless vocabulary were at her disposal, so she makes no attempt. It's nothing she remembers and nothing she wants to, a black on black silhouette that's less imposing with every touch of his hand. (Once again, her instinct at work -- soon enough she will strain to know the reason behind those flashes of feeling and then wish she hadn't, so for now she's easily distractible, she has to be.) ]

[ She nuzzles her cheek against his shoulder, the movement akin to a cat stretching toward an outstretched hand. ]

[at_heart]

[ .......no, he's pretty sure she'd be prettier if she knew who she was. The guileless beauty has its charm, don't get him wrong, but... ] [ After a beat, he just keeps up the petting. ]

Hey, if you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to.

Did you still want tea?

[ It's cooling on the counter, but he could get her settled at the little table in here with her cup... ]

[sangreine]

[ Maybe, but that's when the martyrdom kicks in and it's not cute. It's less a desire to be left with her thoughts, and more being unable (unwilling) to hang onto any long enough for anything like discussion. Not to mention that being physically mollified has its advantages. ]

[ She looks put out, but not overly. Shrugging lithely, she at first doesn't budge. Tea wasn't her idea, she just followed a lead, however enthusiastically. But, continuing the trend, she steps back, glancing at the cups. She's easy enough to convince, and the fact that she feels half starved plays its part. ]

[at_heart]

[ Complicated people are more interesting. But also this is kind of a cruel way to feel about other human beings, so he'll try to keep it to himself?! ] [ ...Hrm, he doesn't completely miss that. ]

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