4th Wall start: Announcement!

[idolpro]

Who: WHO ARE YOU? also exael
Where: WHERE ARE YOU?
When: WHEN are-- it's Day 175

[ If you're in your dorms, watching the television, you might be lucky enough to see it flick on and have Exael's smiling face greet you. The polychromatic set behind her looks like she's filming in Liar Tokyo, so no game tower nightmares await you— yet.

"Hello~ Tokyo-F, Tokyo-D, and every other city under the heavens! We have got a show for you! In collaboration with our affiliates, we're bringing on some new guest stars, all arranged into brand new units! Everyone, even if they'll only be here a little while, cheer them on!

Because soon, we'll see how our new favorites and all our old favorites do when they go head to head! So now, ladies, gentlemen, and honored guests! It's time to enjoy the show!"

She gestures wide with both her arms, and behind her a curtain starts to raise, revealing a big screen split four ways but before you can see what her side is broadcasting, the broadcast to your television cuts out. Maybe you should be on the lookout for those guest stars?

Or maybe you missed the broadcast entirely, and have no idea why there's suddenly four new units wandering around the place. ]

Comments

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Guest stars...

For fuck's sake. What will the next stupid ratings grab---]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[---be...?]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[No. No no no nononononononononononononono.

This isn't happening.

This isn't fucking happening.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

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[He's here? Mokuba's here? Does he have full amnesia? Does he remember me? Do I give him space? Approach him? fuckyoulilithandeverythingyoustandforthatnightmareofyourswasntsupposedtobecomeafuckingreality.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Segmentation fault (core dumped)

Sorry, Mokuba. Your brother is a destroyed pile of emotions right now.]

1 / idk

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ he looks a bit distracted. hm. almost like he's looking for someone or something. it doesn't help that it's getting even more and more crowded, but thankfully his brother is a motherfucken tree, so as soon as he steps into the lobby mokuba is easily able to spot him, even from afar!!! he perks up, his smile reaching his ears as he's about to shout his name and throw his hand up when... seto falters... ]

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ is he ok? ]

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ it's a good thing he's still on the smaller side, because it makes forcing his way through the crowd that much easier. ]

Seto!

[ come on move! you can have your conversations on the sidelines or, better yet, outside. ]

done.

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ stumbles out of the mass of people, but manages to keep from falling... somehow. whatever though, it's fine, and he's just a short couple of feet from his brother, who still looks like literal hell. ] Seto... [ he says quietly. it takes every fiber of his being to keep from just throwing himself at him. ]

[ not only are they in public,
but they're in front of the cameras. ]

[ he reaches out to his brother, taking a hold of his gloved hand and giving a solid tug. he's not going to tackle you straight into the ground, mostly because he's afraid he'll hurt you, but you're still getting the hug of a lifetime. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It sure is the hug of a lifetime because he doesn't have anything that even comes close to this in his 175 day history. And he sure is pulling Mokuba into a crushing hug.

Fuck. the. cameras.]

Mokuba...

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ he should have been a bit more careful, he realizes, since it was possible that his brother didn't remember him. sure, he had all of HIS memories, but he had no real way of knowing what stuff his brother knew. the moment he hears his name though... that's all he needs and he squeezes him that much tighter, his face burying into his brother's chest as he tries to keep from getting overly emotional, but it's hard... impossible, even. ]

[ how long had it been?
too long... way. too. long. ]

I've missed you. [ he mumbles into his chest, digging his nails in and trying to bring him impossibly closer, like it he lets up in the slightest his brother's just going to vanish. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Without relaxing his grip on Mokuba even a fraction:]

How long have you been in Hell?

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

Long enough...

[ spreads his wings for emphasis, something seto should hopefully remember as something that he normally doesn't have. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Yes. Yes, he knows.

That's a hell infusion. Which means some part of Mokuba has been irreversibly lost to the point that he had to be glued together with fucking hell duct tape.]

That's not an answer, Mokuba.

Where were you before you got transferred to this show?

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ he should have known better than to attempt to skirt around the question, but he knows seto's not going to like the next words out of his mouth, ]

I was a part of the damned, but I managed to pass the auditions to get onto the show and... I wanted to see you again, Seto. You... You were supposed to come back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His grip does loosen on Mokuba, but only so he can take him by the hand and lead him back to the hotel.]

Let's take this inside. I'll explain everything.

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

Alright.

[ holds his hand tightly as he follows along. ]

How long have you been here?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

175 days.

I've been here since the start of the production.

[bluescreenspiritdragon]

[ he stumbles at the number. ]

W- What?! that long?

Big brother...

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Just like, watching this.

Oh no.




OH NO. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hey King hey.

Remember when they were talking about Lilith nightmares? Did Intensity somehow forget to mention that this was his?]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Yes, it seems mentioning it must have slipped his mind.

Does he need to do a wellfare check later? ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Unnecessary. He's just going to take out all his frustration on his not!timeshare when he runs into him. Like a well-functioning adult.

And besides, King will probably be emotionally dead from half his court showing up.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ don't do that either ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[ You're not the boss of me. ]