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

[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?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Information about who we are -- probably lies. Maps. Rules and regulations.

And suggestions on how they want their puppets to dance.

[reversecowbird]

What makes you so certain they're lies?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Why wouldn't they lie? They could write down anything they want. Outside of basic truths like measurements, we have no way to dispute them.

[reversecowbird]

That seems like a fair assessment, but isn't it foolish to dismiss it outright? What if you turn out to be wrong?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Less of a problem then if it turns out I'm right.

[reversecowbird]

Perhaps so.

What, then, do you believe we should do about our situation?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I think you can already guess the answer to that.

So what would you do?

[reversecowbird]

[ There's an oddly long pause. Turns out asking robots what they would do with free will takes some extra improv subroutines. ]

I suppose...play along until an opportunity presents itself.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He seems pleased by this answer]

Oh. A patient one. Interesting.

[reversecowbird]

Would you choose a different method for yourself?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't like being told what to do.

[reversecowbird]

Does anybody?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

She--

[Pointing to Angel who is probably somewhere nearby]

--doesn't seem to mind.

[reversecowbird]

Really. [ said dryly as can be ]

Well, agreeable sorts do exist too, but we needn't follow her lead.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

My thoughts exactly.

If anything, we'd all be better served if she followed our lead. Assuming you and I are on the same page.

[reversecowbird]

It would appear that we are. I'm glad to have met someone so level headed already.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[HAHAHAHA He's never going to hear those words ever again]

Moving on to the next action item, it would appear that we all must choose colors before we can leave this space.

[reversecowbird]

So we do. I've selected wine for myself. Both a lovely color and a lovely drink.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Checks that off his mental list]

And for the final action item--- how good are you with tech?

[reversecowbird]

"Tech?"

[ She tips her head, confused. ]

What do you mean?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Technology. Phones, television, and---

[Vague hand motion around them]

other shit.

[reversecowbird]

Darling, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

[ in other words: do not trust Maeve with anything tech ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Do you not know how to use your phone either?

[Those sparkly space pajamas were a lie!!!!]