STARTING POST: SENSITIV

[idolpro]

WHO: sensitIV
WHERE: Dormitory, 2nd floor
WHEN: Day 1, Morning

[ You all wake up in bed with your smartphone at your bedside. The closet door is locked, so if you want to change out of your sleepwear, no dice. If you try to remember why you locked your closet door, also no dice, since you remember absolutely nothing from before waking up.

At least you've got all these other amnesiacs waking up in the same dormitory you can ask questions that they also don't have the answer to! The only thing that even pretends to have answers is your smartphone, which helpfully has your profile, a rundown on your unit, a map and city information, and your job description: while your every waking moment is being filmed and broadcast to a live audience, you'll get to conduct lives, perform in videos, and participate in game shows where you'll compete against other units! Congratulations on becoming an idol!

The television in the main room is waiting for your input; the current display is a list of the "names" of everyone in your unit with flashing empty boxes next to each of them, much like the ones on your profiles, waiting for you to each assign yourself a personal color— your position within the unit.

Once you've all chosen, the closet doors will unlock. It seems the elevator doors are staying locked while waiting on other units to finish sorting out their positions. Maybe go put on some real clothes in the meantime. ]

((Your character's sleepwear is whatever you want it to be, be it embarrassing onesie or long nightgown or just boxer shorts, though only white and unit colored. This post is for you to meet and greet your unit; another post will be going up tomorrow for characters to explore the setting outside of their dorms and meet other units.))

Comments

[counterfaith]

[ with a little wave from his own seat at the kotatsu ]

Good morning.

[forgottenmercy]

[...and going to tilt his head curiously. huh.] It's still morning, then? [and going to demurely sit down. and actually look at this phone. ] I'm sorry for my lateness.

[counterfaith]

[ pausing at that, touching his face ]

. . . Come to think of it, I don't know - I assumed it was morning, but perhaps it's not . . .

[ hm ]

We all woke up relatively around the same time, though. . . so if nothing else, it must be morning for us. . . ? And, it's alright - I don't think we've been around for very long.

[forgottenmercy]

I suppose we will find out, sooner or later. [scrolling through the phone.] Assuming we're ever allowed out.

[counterfaith]

If we all pick a color, then we might be allowed out? I've been looking at themes - do you like flowers?

[forgottenmercy]

Yes, I do. Ah, one moment. [going to go through the color options, there's a lot here. stops a few times, compares color to his skin tone, before he finally settles on one.] There.

[counterfaith]

[ w

watching him do that

looking down to his own skin ]

. . . . ?

[forgottenmercy]

Is something wrong? [gentle question. besides the Obvious awkwardness of them looking pretty similar. but he's holding off on addressing that for now.]

[counterfaith]

Ah - my apologies for staring - I was simply wondering . . . you were comparing the color to your skin. I assume, in order to find a color that complimented the. . . tone?

[ uncertainly, like he's guessing. also he hasn't seen a mirror yet so ]

[forgottenmercy]

Yes, I was. If we're supposed to be performing before an audience, it might be best to wear something flattering? [plus he wants to look nice.] ...though I have a somewhat awkward question.

[counterfaith]

I see . . . How would one go about in matching a suitable color? Ahh, I already chose my color though, I wonder if it can't be changed . . .

[ taking a pause and tilting his head, looking curious ]

What is it?

[forgottenmercy]

Try to see if it will allow you to change it? [pause.] You and I, ah, have very similar facial features: one of our unit-mates, "Loki", mistook me for you at first. Is there a possibility that...? [trails off. awkwardly. how do you even ask "could we be related?" to someone you just met?]

[counterfaith]

[ looking to the television with a frown, trying to click to change - but it's already confirmed on higanbana. welp ]

Possibility. . .

[ taking a moment or so to go over what the other said just now, idly running his fingers through his bedhead ]

. . . Similar features? Come to think of it, it is curious that we do have similar hair - but are our features so similar?

[forgottenmercy]

Fairly similar, yes. [where can he find a mirror. wait, this smartphone seems to have a reflective surface, can it be a mirror? turning it off and facing the black reflective surface at the other boy. kind of shitty mirror but better than nothing.]

[counterfaith]

. . . . My.

[ slowly looking back and forth from the phone to the other ]

That is really . . . uncanny.

[forgottenmercy]

[and going to turn the phone back around and turn it back on.] It is. I was half-wondering if we were related, but there's no way to tell.

[counterfaith]

[ his expression twists into a pained one, guilt plain on his face ]

. . . I'm sorry, I can't remember . . . If we knew each other before - if we are family . . . Then, to forget family, how unfortunate . . . !

[forgottenmercy]

[gently smiles at him, trying to be reassuring.] I can't remember anything either, so there's no need for you to feel guilty. If we are family, that just means a chance to begin anew, doesn't it?