HANDSHAKE EVENT: FANSERVICE START

[idolpro]

Who: Unfamiliar faces?
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 424, morning

[ The cryptic countdown pauses: 999999.

Then, the video feed turns on. Who's this—why, it's Man☆Eater! ]

A big ol' congrats to our final winner, who requested: "PLEASE MAKE C KING OF HEAVEN"! Now, we could make that happen for you, but where'd be the fun in that? And hey, we've got a special occasion to celebrate: the start of our fourth season! If the third time's a charm, the fourth's gotta be even better, right? Gyahaha!

They say you should meet your heroes... eh, or wait, was it the opposite? Oh well, too late! 'Cause guess what, you lucky rascal? Instead of sitting back and watching all the action through a screen, you're getting the once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the man himself! No accounting for taste if you ask your host here, but hey, go bask in his divine presence or whatever! Gyahahahaha!

[ the video shuts off before further explanation can be given, though fortunately you're receiving a text message: ]

IMEEJI'S FIRST HANDSHAKE EVENT BEGINS
FULFILL FAN REQUESTS TO BECOME MORE POPULAR ♥

[ And the ground begins to shift . . . there's a rumbling sound—an earthquake?

—no. Those are the sounds of footsteps . . . thousands of them, all at once.

Wherever idols are, they'll be able to see the streets and buildings are being invaded. Not by imps, not by demons, but rather, monochromatic people—sometimes just silhouettes, shadowy facsimiles of people rather than people themselves. Though they look lifeless, the energy they bring with them is overwhelming. Suddenly, the empty once-plastic city feels like it has the population to justify its size, and every building, communally upgraded or not, now accommodates the visitors, with non-upgraded buildings revamped inside to be bare-bones sleeping quarters for the . . . just how many people are here, anyway?

Perhaps more intimidating than the abrupt number of the Damned in Tokyo-F is the fact that they're all wearing. . . idol merchandise. Jackets with idol faces on them. Headbands. Lightsticks.

And. . . wherever you are, they're there. To get your signature. To shake your hand. Maybe to ask you to do something.

Idols will have to deal with this for . . . some time. The cryptic countdown has started again, but this time it's ticking reliably, though slowly, down.

Incidentally: far from the hotel, tall white walls have been erected around Honmachi Sakura Park. They're not magical walls, though—it seems determined idols can use any number of methods to climb over the walls to get to Heaven. It looks like it's largely there to keep fans away. . . ]

SIGN-UPS | REQUESTS | TURN-IN @ SUNDAY, DECEMBER 12

Comments

[at_heart]

[ Said as if you aren't lightly nipping his lip. ] [ A low laugh, his eyes rolling open lazily to fix on Valor's face. ]

I mean, 'make out' is pretty vague, really.

[ Reels him right back in for a harder kiss. He will pull you down on top of him on this table and go at it right here, let the fans watch. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Valor is less sanguine about the fans watching, but on the other hand, at least this position means he doesn’t have to see them pressed up against the glass over Lupine’s shoulder anymore. Even if he does have to go on tiptoe in order to reach his mouth.]

[at_heart]

[ It probably helps that he doesn't completely trust any of the supposedly camera-free places in the city, either, and that these fans don't have faces. What he wouldn't do with people they know on the other side of the glass feels a lot more like messing around in the dressing room, with only the vague possibility that they might be seen or overheard.

Hands sliding up Valor's back, under his shirt. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Lupine’s hand doesn’t have to slide up far before he feels the texture of Valor’s skin change where he’s sporting a sizable brand across his back. And even if he missed that, Valor’s reaction is unmistakable—as soon as he feels Lupine’s touch cross over the scar, he bucks away from the touch in surprise, arching into Lupine where they’re pressed together on the table.

The brand’s long healed over, but in the month or so since he got it, no one’s touched or seen it except himself, so having another person’s hand on it so suddenly is...quite a surprise.]

Fff-shit—

[at_heart]

[ Okay, stilling. He doesn't pull his hand away, though. The intensity of the reaction and the almost grind that came with it are a little bit... well, look.

After a beat, sort of breathy, ]

Was that a good 'shit' or a bad 'shit'?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[Nipping at Lupine's lower lip again, harder this time, impatient.]

You just fucking surprised me, okay?

[at_heart]

[ hnngh a low laugh, ]

That doesn't tell me if I should be moving my hand.

[ Instead, he's gonna dig his fingers in. He's hoping it was a good 'shit', but there's a tiny part of him that thinks Valor deserves what he gets here. ]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[This time, Valor's a little more prepared. He starts, briefly, at the sensation, before deliberately arching back up to press into Lupine's finger's a little harder. The scar tissue's still new enough to be sensitive, and the feeling of Lupine's fingers digging into it is...well. It's a lot right now. In a good way.

After a moment--]

What do you think?

[at_heart]

[ Ooo, even better. ] [ A light scrape with his fingernails over the — scar? — and then more pressure as he goes to suck and bite the side of Valor's throat. ]

I mean. I'm getting an idea...

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[it definitely feels like a scar. not a large continuous one, but a clearly defined shape drawn on his back, which Lupine might be able to feel if he's moving his fingers over Valor's back.]

If you want a better one, then let's get out here.

[Valor would very much like to continue whatever is happening right now, but he's had Enough of fans watching through the glass.]

[at_heart]

[ Nice~. ] [ And he laughs, low in his own throat, but shoves off the table — and into Valor, in what might've threatened to overbalance both of them if he hadn't caught his own weight on the table's edge and if Valor didn't have hella good balance. ]

Lead the way.