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Who: You!
Where: The lobby
When: Day 46, morning (forward dated)

[ Good morning! Once again, the lobby is filled with boxes and . . . boxes . . . and boxes. . .

This time, they obscure the kitchen as well as the exit door. So if you wanted to eat, then . . . you know. If you wanted to eat? Hmmm, how high can you jump? There are so many boxes here, some units even having twice as many boxes as other units do. Wow . . .

Well, what can you expect? You're idols, after all! So popular! Wow! ]

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[Reads this letter.

He stares at it for a moment, then folds it up into increasingly smaller squares.]

I have a fan who thinks I'm cute. That's what I'm choosing to take from this; I've already forgotten the rest.

Welcome to fan mail. Need a match?

If you have one handy, I certainly won't say no!

[Here, good sir. Have a match then (before he gives them all away to Silk)]

Thank you kindly.

[He flaps the letter open with a shake, lights a corner, and watches the whole thing vanish right there in his fingers with an impassive smile on his face.]

I'm sure they'll come up with something even more awful for the next batch.

Though it looks like the soft ones enjoyed the princess game.

[Pointing to all the portraits of the princesses]

The portraits are pretty nice. We'll be hanging ours up for sure.

Found your niche yet?

Nah. Still getting the hang of the social dynamics of this place.

Oh? What's so difficult to grasp about that?

Yeah, what indeed? You think it's a perfectly nice community and then you go to the onsen for five minutes and someone gets stabbed during a live. Really makes you remember that you're ten days old and there are a bunch of Politics and maniacs you don't know about.

Edited 2018-10-09 07:10 (UTC)

All communities have bad parts of town. And now you know where those are.

I know where some of them are. I'm sure you know this place better than I do: who or what should I watch out for, in your opinion?

☆ZRAEL is the bad part of town, and even the more established members of that unit stick by the one very important community rule - no one wants to be the first person to kill someone else outside of a game. I imagine when and how that goes down, the community as a whole will shift to accommodate.

Otherwise, you can easily stay out of trouble as long as you don't pick a fight with someone who likes fighting.

Thank you.

Speaking of killing, this has been on my mind a lot lately, and I've been waiting for an opportunity to ask you about it:

A week ago, somebody publicly threatened to revenge-murder someone else outside the games. I wasn't there and I don't know who threatened whom, but apparently people started picking sides and promising a blood feud.

Knowing what you know about this community and the people involved, how likely do you think it is that things will come to that?

Cardigan won't kill without good reason. But they also don't make idle threats, so I hope no one is foolish enough to pull an in-game stunt like that again.

Once the first out of game murder happens, who knows what the fuck is going to happen? Until then, it's just a giant fucking game of chicken.

[But a pause and then]

And speaking of out of game deaths, did you pick up that ability of yours?

I did, right after we last spoke. Thanks again for the help.

Not help, an investment. Do you have time for a chat? Preferably somewhere quiet and out of the way.

Certainly. Lead the way.

[get me out of this fanmail nightmare]

[Well, then Cobalt is going to be lead to the future is now dorms, which is mostly empty since most people are at fanmail hell.

Is this his first time visiting?]

[It is, and he is quietly boggling at everything.]

Don't be fooled. The cube chairs are fucking obnoxious. Who the fuck invents chairs without back support?

[And Intensity walks right by everything to a door with a keypad on the other side of the room and away from the obvious bedroom doors]

Want some of ours? We have like thirty of them and they're taking up all our living space.

If you're offering. We can do a trade. At least you can stack some of these fucking cubes.

[Punches in the password and gestures for Cobalt to enter his personal lab. Which has the following flavor text:

Across from the blank room, there is another room with a prominent lock-- this one a number pad lock. Like the rest of the dormitory, it's all done in white matte and silver metal. Across from the entrance, on the far wall is a singular table— a silver slab that hovers mid-air, locked in place unless the height is deliberately adjusted. A similar white slab chair also will float, seat wherever you choose to put it. Silver robot arms for holding things-- be it projects worked on or tools can be retracted or extruded from the walls. Despite how space-age the rest of it is, the tower computer that sits beside the desk seems pretty 90s, though it does come with a slick modern monitor.]

Liberation from chairmageddon is already payment enough. Please free us.

[Following Intensity into the lab]

Oh wow this is cool.