STARTING POST: FUTURE IS NOW

[idolpro]

WHO: future is now
WHERE: Dormitory, 6th floor
WHEN: Day 1, Morning

[ You all wake up in bed with your smartphone at your bedside. The closet door is locked, so if you want to change out of your sleepwear, no dice. If you try to remember why you locked your closet door, also no dice, since you remember absolutely nothing from before waking up.

At least you've got all these other amnesiacs waking up in the same dormitory you can ask questions that they also don't have the answer to! The only thing that even pretends to have answers is your smartphone, which helpfully has your profile, a rundown on your unit, a map and city information, and your job description: while your every waking moment is being filmed and broadcast to a live audience, you'll get to conduct lives, perform in videos, and participate in game shows where you'll compete against other units! Congratulations on becoming an idol!

The television in the main room is waiting for your input; the current display is a list of the "names" of everyone in your unit with flashing empty boxes next to each of them, much like the ones on your profiles, waiting for you to each assign yourself a personal color— your position within the unit.

Once you've all chosen, the closet doors will unlock. It seems the elevator doors are staying locked while waiting on other units to finish sorting out their positions. Maybe go put on some real clothes in the meantime. ]

((Your character's sleepwear is whatever you want it to be, be it embarrassing onesie or long nightgown or just boxer shorts, though only white and unit colored. This post is for you to meet and greet your unit; another post will be going up tomorrow for characters to explore the setting outside of their dorms and meet other units.))

Comments

[nohalation]

[This girl suddenly sits up in her bed, staring straight at the wall in front of her. After a few moments have passed, she hops right out and goes around to look at everything. Touch, touch, touch, examine the door, pats down the tv, and then she turns to look at the teammates.]

Hiya!

[Her pjs are cute and frilly.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[In contrast, his pjs are bland and boring - white long sleeve shirt and pants. He watches her flit around the room, scrolling through the info on his phone once, twice, three--

Oh.

She's talking to him.]

What?

[nohalation]

I just wanted to say hi!

...

Also what are we doing here?

[negotiatoronsite]

[ this guy blinks up at her from his phone, the LED on his temple turning from blue to yellow when she addresses him ]

Hello. Are you by any chance the person who brought us here?

[nohalation]

Oh!






I dunno, am I? I don't remember!

[toodeeptoford]

[ standing by her bed ]

Good morning.

[nohalation]

[she doesn't seem to mind this stranger just chilling by her bedside]

Whatcha doing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[This guy will be in the common room, crouching down in front of the television like he's trying to stare it into submission.]

Colors. Tch.

[What if he didn't input a code? Huh?

What if he uses the TV for spare parts, Macgyver style? Then who'd be laughing, Mr. TV!]

[negotiatoronsite]

[ crouching next to him, not leaving nearly enough personal space]

What are you doing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Seems to be a theme with whole team, doesn't it?]

Thinking about spare parts.

[Turns to look at his teammate and whoa. WHOA, BRO.]

Your brain is leaking.

[negotiatoronsite]

[ this guy is here with a t-shirt and sleep shorts, blinking down at his phone while the LED on his temple spins in a small, bright yellow circle. he's just gonna wander around and tap everyone on the shoulder, followed by sticking his phone in their face ]

Hello. I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about this?

[toodeeptoford]

Oh. How'd you do?

[ she tips her head, taking the phone from him ]

It doesn't look like anything to me.

[negotiatoronsite]

Fine... I think.

[ tipping his head right back ]

It doesn't? What does yours say? May I see?

[reversecowbird]

[ she looks from the phone to him and back again before finally furrowing her brow in a mild confusion ]

It doesn't look like anything to me.

[negotiatoronsite]

[ okay, once it was unexpected, twice causes the LED on Connor's temple to go from blue to yellow ]

Nothing at all?

[reversecowbird]

[ There's another woman stepping out of her room dressed in this thing that doesn't look like it should be pajamas at all, but definitely is. She stops when she notices the others in the room, head tilted in pleased surprise. ]

So, there are other people here.

[nohalation]

[She spins around to face the new face popping up.]

Number four!

[reversecowbird]

[ There's the hint of a smile. ]

And what number are you, darling?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Astounding powers of observation.

[Lounging on one of the chairs around the center table and back to flipping through all the posts on his phone.

The pajamas are worthy of a double-take. Well played]

[reversecowbird]

I hadn't known what to expect when I stepped through those doors. It seems worth comment.

[ She tilts her head, watching him with the phone. ]

Anything of interest there?

[toodeeptoford]

[ And out of another room comes a pretty young woman, in a pretty camisole. She stands at the door, peeking out. ]

Good morning.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And another one.

[toodeeptoford]

Another . . . ?

[reversecowbird]

[ She returns the smile, warm and welcoming with a sharp undercurrent of interest. ]

Good morning, darling. I believe this makes five of us now.

[toodeeptoford]

Five.


Are we . . . dreaming?