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 . . . ]

Comments

[rollplayinghouse]

...What's all of that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Flatly:]

Facetwin fetish.

As if somehow the current selection wasn't adequate.

[rollplayinghouse]

Well, people always go for the new things.

...You had a facetwin here, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You missed him, too?

Seems half of King's court was here.

[Note: He actually has 0 idea how many people are in King's court]

[rollplayinghouse]

Mm, King mentioned he had three people, but not who. And I didn't know you had a facetwin in King's court in ancient Egypt...

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Also flatly:]

Minor appearance similarities only.

[Look.

We're going to ride this denial train as long as possible]

[rollplayinghouse]

I see.

[They don't look that minor, nor does 'twin' imply minor, but she leaves it at that.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[SUBJECT CHANGE]

Certainly you got something more interesting than this drivel.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Mm. Mine was fine. I got these—

[Holds up two cute chibi keychains; one is her and King having a picnic, and the other is her and Intensity destroying a picnic]

—And this book that I think is from where you're running a chain of coffee shops again.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Looks at the keychains.

Seems legit. All things considered]

Well if I ever quit my day job, maybe that's my true calling.

[rollplayinghouse]

Maybe so. You seemed to do pretty good playing the role the other day.

Though I think they missed an opportunity to give you a cool logo with Blue Eyes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

You know I'm actually a CEO, right? It's not roleplay for me.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Being a CEO who makes card games and giant stadiums and holographic dragons to try to replace war with a different kind of battle—

[Maybe surprisingly, she sounds sincere about that, not sarcastic at all]

—Is pretty different than running a bunch of coffee shops. I just meant you handled the... mundanity of it... better than I expected.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Smash cut to the flashback of "flesh is a prison for the soul" speech before his final tournament.

Tries to imagine how the speech would be different if he was selling coffee.

Nope.

Speech still comes out the same.]

I don't see your point.

[rollplayinghouse]

[Intensity please.

She huffs in faint amusement.]

Well, maybe you could make coffee so good it could end human conflict, too. I suppose I shouldn't put it past you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It can't be that hard if Joker can make good coffee.

And bam! Coffee sanctions on all the whiny nations. There. Human conflict solved.

[rollplayinghouse]

You'd have to control the entire world coffee market first, but I suppose that's a decent strategy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Either that or we caffeinate people to the point their accuracy and precision tank. Also a good strategy.

[rollplayinghouse]

I don't know about that. There are plenty of ways to kill people without precision.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. But they're all bad and impersonal.

What's the point if it's not personal?

[rollplayinghouse]

You know I'm a professional killer, right? Do you want a list?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Only if you explain to me why it's not bad.

[rollplayinghouse]

I'm not going to make that argument. But doesn't that mean you're just left with the "bad" human conflict?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You can't help people who won't help themselves.

[rollplayinghouse]

Well, that's true.