fanmail

[idolpro]

Who: You!
Where: Home!
When: Day 185

[ It's that time again - actually, isn't it pretty overdue? Here it is though, the usual rows and rows of boxes that you're familiar with - fanmail!

Naturally, the exit has been blockaded with all of the mail. Of course . . . of course . . . ]

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[romanticlove]

[Nova can be found in the lobby, sifting through her fanmail as always. The Trading cards, tract(s), and the plush she received are tucked neatly to the side while she reads the things she received individually. Her expression becomes almost comically angry the more she reads of one particular letter.]

Why... why would someone send me things like these?

[She sighs, just tucking the doujin and fanfiction combo as well as the lewd letter into a neat pile with the rest.]

[sunflowering]

Ren-chan...?

[ Peering over her shoulder. Is everything okay? ]

[justpure]

[Let's see what's in here... Hm, a box of rubber snakes, some artwork, a couple of concerning letters, and...

...

He's staring at the trading card. He's bringing the card closer to the visor of his mask.

He's lowering the card and glancing around in confusion.]

... Was I supposed to be counting them?!

[fleurescence]

Counting what, Medusa?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Along with her trading card, Maki appears to have gotten matching keychains of her with King and Intensity, as well as some doujin. She is trying not to look too pleased with her collection, but her poker face is breaking slightly, her lips curling up.]

Not too bad this time...

[fleurescence]

Those keychains are really cute. And a book?

[Tilts her head to get a better look at the cover]

VIDEO ROOM

[ohgodno]

[it's God, her wings now bare of nearly every feather, once again chilling out fully clothed in a bathtub full of wine. she ALSO has a black spiked halo floating over her head now. she looks very comfortable, as one does when they are in a tub full of their second favorite liquid, with her steletto'd feet propped up on the edge of the tub]

Greetings, everyone—my followers which be both idols and fans alike—I have returned. ♥

Did you miss me? You must have. If you did not, you are cursed, which is unfortunate and merely a facet of life for those who oppose me. Like the doctor that bleeds a patient out slowly to rid them of the plague, in turn killing them, I will soon bleed the world of everyone who is just that cursed in due time. Find your cure before then.

...is what I would say if God did not have a greater objective at this time. We all know I am in every single person's hearts already, not in your arteries but the manifestation of your love, so your cursed spirit does not bother me. You will heal over time, like an ugly scab that one must avoid picking!

God will issue a single apology, and this is for worrying Her following! It does so seem that people may have thought God died? Foolish thoughts, that is beneath me. I did not die, for I cannot actually die. That is because I am a special exception to the rule. I am God, so that should explain everything.

I will explain it anyway.

God is oh so capable of many miracles, which is why she recovered all on her own at her own pace... and it was with the help of your very passionate prayers, which moved my resting soul and re-crafted godly flesh anew! I am so touched! Thank you, my beloved followers, for watching me dutifully on your HD screen! My body is strong once more and it could not have been done without your everlasting love. I will reward you greatly when the time comes, so please wait just a little longer.

[from the side of the tub, she grabs a comic! and the card she received slips to the floor.]

As for the matter of fanmail—the comic book I received of my son and I having a lovely day has been such a pleasant read! I do not think I would ingest the flesh of those less worthy of me, so God finds this detail remiss, but if only my beloved son and I had a relationship this strong. It is a shame he is both stubborn and persistent in the way that he is. The apple fell so far from this tree.

That would be all the fanmail I received, because I know many of you were hard at work praying for me. Thank you for loving me, and... perhaps... I love you, too! Ehe. Time will tell, dear followers.

Praise be upon me!

[with that, the video ends]

Re: VIDEO ROOM

[nohalation]

[Looking at all of those feathers missing, not saying a word about it.]

[softlyfalling]

[ ah, it's thirst o' clock again time to just. wheeze quietly in a corner and try not to die from hyperventilating but at least it's all uh.

complimentary? ]

[aragona]

[Grace is pleased with her haul - those fake vampire teeth do look kind of fun, and she's wearing those right now, but she catches sight of one of those covers.]

...What is that?

[hisowncouncil]

[Vegas turns slightly green before turning the drawing of chibi body transportation face-down.

That leaves him looking at a large poster of a cinnamon roll in bemusement.]

I see.

[He does not see. This is not a meme he is familiar with. But it's much nicer to look at, at least.]

[wonderlandgirl]

Vegas-kun, is everything okay?

[At least the pink dog is big enough to hide the... literature.]

[liarliarliar]

[smiles at his neat trading card while cuddling his new cat plush]

Cute.

[firstworldproblem]

Someone was thoughtful.

[backstory]

[ Just responding to fanmail as he opens them...]

. . .Cobalt and I are only friends. [ Why all of these stories involving him and Cobalt. ] More often than working in a medical office, we are usually covered and sweat and exhausted by the end of our meetings. What part of that would lead you to write such a thing?

[ Next is the trading card. ]

. . . Where do these half points come from?

[ Next... ]

No.

[ Just promptly crumpling that up and throwing it away. Don't put salt in wounds... NEXT!
U-Urk...]

H... How can you suggest something so crass!? I don't desire such a thing at all! And furthermore, I am perfectly happy with the important people I already have! Neither do I understand what you mean. I am 'chilled'.

[ NEXT! ]

I will keep it but I reject this story. I know of no Cassidy and it would never happen ever.

[ Hmm... he moves onto this poster. ]

. . . Thank you. I will keep it.

[ This just leaves his head reeling and squinting at all the small text and font. And he just frowns after finding himself on the class roster. ]

What is a playboy...?

[ Just feel free to react to whatever portion of that you happen to walk in on ]

[wonderlandgirl]

Half points?

[Wednesday has collected a deck of those cards...! There's probably a Levi in it.]

[purrrnicious]

[She'll start by curiously opening the 6-foot tall box she got––
















––and finish by leaping back several feet with a startled shriek when suddenly the life-size face of her shitty momthing is staring back out at her.]

[worthathousand]

...Ah. Are you alright?

[ a pause ] Who is that?

[nohalation]

[Angel is definitely collecting a whole deck of Imeeji friends, this is so important. She is also clutching her doodles close to her chest.]

Wow, wow, look at all of these cards! They're all so wonderful! They're like Intensity's cards!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Going to come up with a new game?

[resonantblue]

[looks puzzled over the card, and flustered by the waltz pamphlet... until she spends a good second figuring out what this fanmail about bodyshare dating says and turns bright red]

DATING?! W-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You did bring a boy home.

[intimitation]

[He's staring at the poster like ??? and the large Class of Day 180 poster like ?????? and the trading card like ?????????? and then the dancing waltz instruction manual like ??????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!]

This stuff is really weird this time...what does any of this mean?

[time5kip]

Pretty sure someone wants you to learn howvto dance, if nothing else.

Congratulations on your unjustified complex, by the way.

[sunflowering]

WOW--- uh...

[ Just... looking down at this very NSFW drawing of her and Dva. ]

I... I'm never really sure what to say about these things...

[justpure]

[He catches a glimpse of it as he passes by...

...]

... Where are those... Tentacles coming from?

[letgrow]

[Holding up and admiring the seed art!!!]

What a cute idea...

[endurism]

[It is way better than the painting of the cake.]

Oh, that's very cute. And very fitting for you, too.

[shutthefoxup]

[Into the duffel bag it all goes]

[liarliarliar]

You okay?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There's not even going to be big enough pieces of this stupid facetwin doujinshi garbage to be worthy of the Bad End fire.

Fandom, please. Calm yourself]

[rollplayinghouse]

...What's all of that?

[time5kip]

[ He had heard about fanmail but nothing could have prepared him for this. He actually takes care of reading the letter he got and checking out card and poster, and takes the large one for eveyone and a deck of trading cards ]

That was weird.

[sunflowering]

It's always pretty weird.

[neigh_sayer]

[WHEEZES at his stuff but twirling his trading card in his hand as he looks over the Class Of 180 poster, grinning

then, looking back to some of his letters--]

To the audience member wondering, yes, yes we are married! Just cuz I'm a god doesn't mean I can't have bonus wives.

[justpure]

... Married?

[worthathousand]

[ The collectible card is charming, though the style is confusing, but...
Well, after how the duel went, she can't say she's exactly shocked to get several different kinds of... (oh gods why is it damp) reactions. But one of them... ]

I have no idea what this even means.
[ She's holding a pair of blue marbles. ]

[softlyfalling]

Did something... happen...

[wonderlandgirl]

[As the recipient of both a weird card (shouold she be buying less clothing?) and this piece of literature, Wednesday isn't quite sure what to make of this round of fan mail.]

Do people really see me like this?

[She got a cute pink dog plush, though! so that's nice.]

[sunflowering]

Did you get anything nice, Wednesday-chan?

[endurism]

[W...what. what? What???

Her set of fanmail is a wild ride from start to finish, enough so that she's kind of just left staring at all of it in a pile on the ground in absolute befuddlement (there's a great painting of a cake and lovely flower clip amongst the pages), hands outstretched as if she doesn't know what to do with it.

Except she has some pages crumpled up in her hand into as crushed a ball as she possibly can.

Spoilers: they're the explicit parts of the fanzine, a faint flush still on her face.]

I thought I was beginning to understand and adjust but actually.

I don't understand. At all.

[wonderlandgirl]

Oh, is everything all right...?

There's usually someone with a fire, if you need to get rid of things.

[crystallinelore]

[Noah is perfectly content to cuddle his him-as-a-cat plush, but he seems slightly put out about the trading card, sighing.]

That profile really is obnoxious...

[bondsofsuffering]

What, you don't like the info on them?

[He's waving around his brand new eye mask idly, because he is incapable of not playing with whatever he has in his hands.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The letter he hesitates over, then sticks in his pocket.]

[The trading card he pockets as well.]

[At the sight of Operation, he goes awfully pale, and then proceeds to dump it directly into the mcfuckin trash. The casualty models can go right in after it. Yikes.]

[And the fanfic... the fanfic he's actually reading.]

Dude, c'mon. You just wrote her off?

[irregular]

What's up?

[K is also actually reading a doujin and you know what, he's probably gonna be keeping it.]

[we_meet_again]

[He's still wearing his ugly Baa Humbug sweater. It's almost as if he's not sure how to get it off.

After carefully dunking all his mail in his messenger bag where nobody can see it, he starts going though the trading cards one by one.]

...How do we play this game?

[unbr8kable]

By spending a ton of money, most likely.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he glances through the Man Eater/Camellia fanfic a little incredulously, eventually shuffling it away to read this letter.

then he starts to absently experiment with braiding his hair over his shoulder. but he doesn't have anything to actually tie it with, and there's also a lot of it, so he never manages to get that far before it comes apart. ]