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[idolpro]

Who: You!
Where: The Hotel Lobby
When: Day 135

[ This time, fanmail is bizarrely. . . . bizarre. Instead of in droves of boxes, they're all presented on bamboo trees? In either parcels tied to the stalks or like, wrapped like they're wishes. Each tree has color coded ribbons to indicate which unit they're for. Also . . . .

Also the trees just line the entire lobby entranceway so you can't, like, go anywhere without addressing this. Not even just lined up, it's like a fucking forest here. There's a forest in the lobby. A forest of love (?). ]

Comments

[forgottenmercy]

By someone who, ah, does not pay very close attention?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

There has to be some basis in reality? Otherwise what's even the fucking point?

[forgottenmercy]

Imposing their, ah, fantasies on us?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

Is someone speaking from experience?

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, maybe...?

[what is this 24-page monstrosity he's holding.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What is that 24-page monstrosity that he's holding?

Tilts his head.

Is that---

Nine-Nine he sees in text or image or doodle in the margin?]

[forgottenmercy]

[that is definitely 99, yes. and notices what he's looking at and wordlessly offers it to him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's like a fucking train wreck.

Charts? Graphs?



DATE IDEAS? (None of them are good anyway. Or at least to Intensity's taste)

If Maiden lets him, he's going to skim through all 24 glorious pages of this manifesto masterpiece]

[forgottenmercy]

[Persephone will let him, yes. he's already looked and giggled at it himself.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You're going to do at least one of these, right?

[Flipping open to the date ideas]

[forgottenmercy]

...why, ah, would I?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

For the look on his face, for one!

[forgottenmercy]

I was, ah, just going to show him this to see his reaction.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's the punch line!

You can't reveal that until the end!

[forgottenmercy]

Also I, ah, do not wish to fall down the stairs [again] or be badly injured, as...half these ideas suggest.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

What about fake injured? Play up that unit aesthetic.

Get some points off of--- well, I guess you wouldn't need it. But he probably does.

[forgottenmercy]

...you are, ah, unusually invested in this...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'm always invested into making Nine-Nine suffer. Keeps him sharp.

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, see. [tucks away the 24-page manifesto. huh, is that a locket in his hand] Though you are, ah, correct about 99 likely needing points.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is that a locket in his hand? Curious.]

You don't feel the need to mess with him. Not even a little?

[forgottenmercy]

He, ah, gets himself into more than enough trouble on his own. [that is definitely a Victorian-esque locket in his hand.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Also true. But that's why you make it controlled embarrassment.

[Points to the locket]

Secret admirer?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, see.

...a, ah, fan. [sighs quietly and opens it to reveal the lock of bloodstained hair.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...





[Okay, yeah. He actually has nothing immediately to say to that.

Congrats]

[forgottenmercy]

This is, ah, usually...par for the course for my fans?