Memory Time

[thepriceiswrong]

Who: Idols
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 165

[ When you enter the Game Tower, you find yourselves in the living room of an expansive, cozy estate house. Outside the windows, it seems to be autumn—the maple trees outside are fully orange—and there's a fire burning in the large fireplace. Across from where you entered, there's a large bay window, where two people are sitting. Well, one's sitting, reading a large hardcover book, and the other is really just lounging. ]

Hi~ Welcome to our game. [says the lounging one, who is dressed in violet and white, violet-embroidered haori over white blouse and equally flower-embroidered shorts, along with a cute hat. They don’t make any move to sit up.] We’ve worked really hard to give you this opportunity to know yourselves and each other more.

...sis, you need to put down the book! I know it’s a really good book, but come on. Unless you really want me to entertain them all by myself.

[ The reading one shuts her book with a snap; she wears a red and yellow patterned kimono with a brown hakama under a dark brown shawl embroidered with lantana flowers. She sighs. ] If they can't use what we give them and make something of that on their own, they're a lost cause, Sumire.

[ And with that, each of you suddenly find yourselves remembering new things about your lives—and then a moment later, you realize you've remembered something else as well. Except it's not something that happened to you. ]

Don't let us down.

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Looks positively delighted by this one]

Who rides an airship to school? That's how it fucking should be!

[unbr8kable]

You sure it's not actually your own memory?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mine was a helicopter, not an airship.

[unbr8kable]

Why not both? Sounds like you've just been thinking too small.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Can't hide a swat team on an airship. Too open.

[unbr8kable]

Don't tell me you're ashamed to show your swat in plain sight.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But of course. It's special.

I only pull it out for certain occasions. Otherwise people might get jealous.

[unbr8kable]

I thought that was the whole point. You're supposed to be the unattainable goal!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hmmmm. Tempting.

But what's more tempting is people making wild guesses on what it actually looks like. That's even more entertaining than the jealousy.

...

Sometimes.

[nihilmancy]

[Raises her hand with a slight smile.]

That would be me.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And what kind of magic did you go to school for?

Hopefully not White Magic? That'd be too predictable.

[nihilmancy]

I do not know, actually. It seems like a very prestigious school, so most likely a wide variety of student aptitudes were accommodated.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

In other words, you don't remember the actual school bit.

Probably for the best. You'd probably just miss whatever skills you picked up.

[nihilmancy]

Alas, I can no longer turn into a flesh-eating terror spider, as is my mystical art.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The name is Sekhmet, right?

Probably a scorpion. Or a scarab.

[nihilmancy]

Serket is the scorpion one. Sekhmet is the lion goddess.

Speaking of cats, you spent a lot of time with somebody named Kohime during a certain incident, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Dismissive handwave] Tomato. Tomato.

And what does that have anything to do with you turning into a flesh eating terror spider?

[nihilmancy]

Not much. She's um, somebody I knew, and I've heard you done things together. It's not very serious, but I'd like to talk about it sometime.

[It's very serious.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then not on Live TV.

[nihilmancy]

Naturally.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then talk to me tomorrow. I assume most units are going to be busy tonight.

[Gestures to the people around them]

[nihilmancy]

I imagine so. There's a lot of things to process.