STARTING POST: AVANTE EN GARDE

[idolpro]

WHO: avante en garde
WHERE: Dormitory, 11th 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

[deicider]

[One of your teammates is already standing in front of the board: A short, slender person in an oversized t-shirt. They're idly rubbing at back of their calf with a foot, frowning sleepily as they input #000000 next to the name CARDIGAN]


A sweater...?

[knightceties]

[wearing bright yellow pajamas patterned with hearts, with matching nightcap]

Why a sweater?

[deicider]

Beats me. Doesn't have much pop, huh?

[Taps the board.]

Which one are you?

[knightceties]

[check the profile app]

Uh... That one!

[points at ACE]

[deicider]

[Laughs.]

Wow. Does yours list any special talents? [Leaning up on their toes a bit to peer at Ace's screen. Tall motherfucker that Ace is.]

[knightceties]

[his profile is just full of "=)" for every field except his name and bio.

his bio has a song lyric mysterious couplet: "I'm still trying to make my mind up: Are you free or are you tied up?"]

I don't think so... Unless it's telling me my talent is smiling?

[deicider]

[Steps back to look up at him, head tilted]

Let's see.

[~smile~, Ace]

[knightceties]

Ta-da~~~

[deicider]

[Affects a skeptical look, eyebrow raised]

I can't tell, in this context. [flicks a gesture to the jammies]

[unbr8kable]

[A skinny, messy-haired kid in flannel pajama pants and a hoodie peers over from behind them, hands hooked in her pockets]

The lamest type of sweater, too. Sorry you lost out on the name olympics, bucko.

[deicider]

[Also lost out on the height Olympics. They step aside, letting her have the board. Huffs a bit, amused]

At least the sweater scale isn't very steep.

[unbr8kable]

[her expression smooths into something closer to a smile]

Yeah... For some reason knits in general don't rate so high on coolness or radicality. ...Not that I can say too much; my codename's Nemesis, I feel like I should be dressed in all black while brooding in the rain and vlogging about my sworn enemies.

--Have we got any enemies yet?

[deicider]

Great question. I'm sure we'll get them at some point, so you might as well start working on your rhetoric.

[unbr8kable]

"Get ready, villains, the dark, fathomless rage in the pit of my soul means I'm gonna punch you in the teeth!"

...How's that?

[deicider]

[Amused,]

Needs motivation, I'm not feeling the passion. Where is the rage coming from? [mock grave,] what will finally sate it?

[unbr8kable]

Right now? ...Maybe a burger?

[deicider]

[a little 'hmph' of a laugh before gesturing to the TV]

Since I stole your original brooding color, which do you want?

[calmthefoxdown]

[ This guy's walking out with a phone in hand and dressed in a pair of loungewear shorts and a T-shirt, reading over whatever information he can off his phone before glancing up. ]

... Better than a sock.

[deicider]

Are you named after a sock?

[padding over to tip his screen down to read it upside down. Why are you all so fucking tall.]

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Because volleyballs. ]

[ There's a momentary flicker of a grimace in his expression. ]

Only if 'Gold' is another way to say 'sock'.

[deicider]

No. At least your position color's a no-brainer.

[calmthefoxdown]

It's kinda predictable, ain't it?

[deicider]

Predictable, or iconic.

[calmthefoxdown]

Point. I was thinking gunmetal for this-

[ Motions at his hair. ]

But that could get confusing too.

[deicider]

Not grey.

[hmm, heads over to the console to tap in for 'Silver', turning back to gauge his reaction.] Now it's a mysterious disparity. [waggles fingers mysteriously] Everyone on the team [Ace, Nemesis] seems to have a pretty striking name; I'm already curious about why you're 'Gold'.