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[idolpro]

Who: You!
Where: Hotel!
When: Day 105!

[ Sure, you may be incapable of lying and also incapable of being emotionally honest and ALSO be completely amnesiac, but fanmail waits! For no one!

As usual, the lobby is flooded, preventing you from leaving or entering the hotel without wading through a bunch of boxes and mountains of cards. But - OWO? WHAT'S THIS?

Your phone buzzes, too! ]

Producers: LOL you guys that was SOOOOOOO BAD

[ Wait. That message is gone. What? ]

Producers: Congratulations, idols! You got to the next goal with your stunning performance! Wow, you're doing so great!
Producers: For 500,000 points, you can get something - or someplace! - nice. Maybe you want a spa? A cute cafe? Whatever it is, it'll be shared by your community, isn't that nice? And you get to choose what it is, too!
Producers: Suggest a location here, and we'll send an official poll sometime soon. You know how it goes!
Producers: Or do you?

[ Hm!

Submit #poll suggestions here! ]

Comments

[theyregooddogs]

So, I shouldn't hold my breath. Well, better to know now than later.

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure you’re the last person who gets to complain about team dynamics.

[theyregooddogs]

Probably. But why is that?

[unbr8kable]

Probably because you're bad at compromise and open conversation. Teamwork's a two-way street.

[theyregooddogs]

[does not look upset, just thoughtful]

Easy to assume that on your own, but I have a feeling someone told you that. Who?

[unbr8kable]

Snitches get stitches, and I'm not really in the mood for any more scars.

[theyregooddogs]

Nemesis, I want to know who I'm hurting now.

[unbr8kable]

[She waves a hand, dismissing the idea]

No one. Forget it.

[theyregooddogs]

[making eye contact . . . ]

Someone. But not anyone I care about.

[unbr8kable]

[unsure, but doesn't look away, since can't show weakness there's no reason to, of course]

...Is there anyone here whose opinion you do care about?

[theyregooddogs]

Yes. As much as you would like to switch back to casual snide remarks.

[unbr8kable]

I was honestly curious. Didn't know there was anyone you liked that much.

[theyregooddogs]

I am human. And have to be on a unit.

[unbr8kable]

You can like people without liking any of these people.

[theyregooddogs]

What? You think we don't have a decent spread of personality types here? Sure, it skews a few ways in particular but they've checked a lot of boxes.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, but...

[fine, she can be serious for a comment; she shifts, taking a little more care in her phrasing]

I mean, there’s a difference between liking someone enough to shoot the shit every now and then and—not even liking someone, just caring about what they think of you. I figured you had at least a couple names in the former spot. The latter I figured’d be pretty exclusive.

[theyregooddogs]

That distinction sounds personal. For me, it would be . . . Mm, people I will change for and people I won't. And, yes, the former is exclusive, but a few people here are in it.

[unbr8kable]

Huh. ...Were you surprised?

[theyregooddogs]

That there are? No. They strip us of memories, force us into these groups, and expose to extreme amounts of torture and abuse. Tends to crumble any walls someone has, doesn't matter who they are.

[unbr8kable]

Are you mad about it? To be forced into it like that.

[theyregooddogs]

[shifting his shoulders]

Not mad, just aware.

[unbr8kable]

[nods, apparently just absorbing this]

[theyregooddogs]

Avante's really that bad? Not bad, but not close.

[unbr8kable]

[hesitates, then looks away]

I don't got a problem with being on a team.

[theyregooddogs]

Really? I have several.

. . . Not fun being beholden to others and their lives. Their desires.