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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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[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. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Reaches up to set his hand over hers, gentle]

...how you doing back there?

[sangreine]

[ Once more her virginal vocabulary feels inadequate, not that it troubles her when she has so many other ways to speak. Sound bubbles up from her throat, buzzing her lips which brush the back of his shoulder. So long as he can set aside her almost-lapse with the knife, there's nothing more she wants (other than, in a moment, the results of his cooking efforts). However delusional this little bubble they're in, it agrees with her. ]

[ Her hands trail across his sides as she slips away, quickly finding a spot on the counter as close as possible to where he's been working, but not (probably) in the way. Her feet kick, playful, her smile inviting. Food or his proximity, either will please her, and if she can get both at once... ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Gimme just a couple more minutes, kay? It's almost done.

[He drops in some red bell peppers and chayote to fry with the onions, then adds some ginger and garlic to them. Next comes a bunch of leftover white rice, and he works in a couple of eggs, some soy sauce, some sesame oil, a little bit of hot pepper, and some chives]

[Before too long, he's scooping the fried rice out into a bowl for her]

You want a spoon, or chopsticks?

[sangreine]

[ Food! All playfulness apparently forgotten, she looks unabashedly enthusiastic. If this were on the other side of the tv screen one might just see actual hearts in her eyes. ]

[ Not knowing (or caring) which utensil is offered, she shrugs and grins, holding out her hands. She's adept with either one, not that she knows it. (She'd eat with her bare hand if necessary, famished as she is.) ]

[ All the while she's beaming away. This is a good way to get a vampire Queen to never leave you alone, ever. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hands over the bow and a spoon, then]

Go to town, dude. There's seconds if you want it.