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[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.]

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[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?!

[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...

[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]

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[ 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? ]

[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.]

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

Cute.

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

[ 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 ]

[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.]

[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!

[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!

[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?

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...

Half points?

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

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

What a cute idea...

[Into the duffel bag it all goes]

Ren-chan...?

[ Peering over her shoulder. Is everything okay? ]

[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]

Who are you again?

If it is not Angel! You are adoring me? Go on, I do not wish to interrupt.

Going to come up with a new game?

You did bring a boy home.

[ 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.

Someone who must be worth your time, for you approached me and asked. Are you curious? Go on, you know who I am. Say my name.

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