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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

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, nice. Fully armed again, huh?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You think I'd suffer at a disadvantage for long?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Just saying, you put it together pretty quick. Everything come out okay?

You give yourself any badass features?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's a secret.

Don't want to make Nemesis too jealous until I can get started on her next upgrade.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah? She getting all the bells and whistles?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Even better.

I think I'm getting hang of how to wire in a sense of touch. One that hopefully won't have to be maintained with Future is Now powers.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, nice. If you can pull that off, she'll flip.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I suppose that doesn't matter as much for your leg.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean, I got this far without it, right?

Fingers, though, that's like a game changer.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Don't settle for the status quo, Hurricane. We should be improving ourselves everyday.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, I'm working on it. Not everyone's got badass tech powers, is all.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No. Other people are all magical boys and girls. Completely with real armor.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What, you saying I oughtta be polishing my armor more often?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Something like that.

[He leans over to carefully put down his sheep stash]

Transform for me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Transforms?]

[He knows better by now than to do the dumb posing for Intensity.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[They grow up so fast.

Gestures at Hurricane with his flesh and blood hand]

Try and hit me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

You sure? The armor's kinda hard...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Did I stutter?

[crossmyheartandhope]

If you say so, dude.

[Goes ahead and tries. He's pulling his punch, though.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Deflects it with one arm - the one with the glove obviously. There's a distinct metal on metal scraping sound]

Come now.

Don't insult me.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Whoa.

You really did go cyborg.

[Okay, yeah, this punch is for real.]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He tries to catch this punch, but misses -- it hitting him square on the forearm on causing him to stumble back two and then a third step]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Now that's more like it.

[Aiming a punch at Hurricane's gut.

With the metal hand of course]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Steps back and away, twisting to dodge; he's quick.]

What, we doing this?

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Quicker than Intensity thought anyway.

What just happened now?]