STRINGS GAME SCRAMBLE

[idolpro]

Who: All the kittens tangled in strings
Where: Imeeji
When: Day 512, late afternoon

[As everyone is finally starting to get their bearings with the strings and what they mean, and maybe learning a little about what they do, the kiosk and their phones will sound with a new alert.]

Thank you to all of our fans for participating in Imeeji's
🎉 4th Season Shipping Contest 🎉
All nominated ships and ship dynamics are now being processed. With the help of your idols we will be determining the winning ships.

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[The game rules app on each person's phone reads:]

- Idols have been assigned relationship dynamics determined by their fans.
- Idols are encouraged to explore and display the dynamics of these relationships.
- Idols may also attempt to subvert the relationship to drive engagement.
- Winners will be determined by viewing numbers and fan engagement.
- Winners will have the option to switch relationships back to their original settings.
- The rest will be left on the setting they are on at the conclusion of the game, please develop your relationship as you like organically from there.

SEE SUGGESTED ACTIVITIES

[With a twang, those who are participating in the game will find that their strings have been scrambled. It may not be all of them, but most of the familiar ones suddenly have new colors, and there may even be entirely new strings to complete strangers--not every ship makes sense! Time to work out these new relationships and show people what that's all about to have a shot at fixing it.]

OOC INSTRUCTIONS | SUGGESTED ACTIVITIES | TURN-IN

Comments

[outofoffice]

No. I want to.

[ Squeezing her hand ]

I really want to.

[sangreine]

[ Have a 7000 watt smile! ]

Okay! Maybe we could find a private room at the karaoke bar. Plenty of drinks and music, that sounds like you.

[outofoffice]

Does that mean you'd sing for me?

[sangreine]

...If that's something you'd like, of course I would. Anything you like.

[outofoffice]

I'd love to hear your voice . . . singing just for me, ehe . . .

[sangreine]

All you had to do was ask. Of course I'd love to sing for you.

[ She goes to take his arm! ]

[outofoffice]

[ Arm-in-arm! ]

Shall we fly~?

[sangreine]

You prefer that over the motorcyle?

I guess I get your arms around me either way. [ she can only blush for so long okay ]

[outofoffice]

Hmmmm . . . you do look really good on the motorcycle . . .

[sangreine]

And you look really good anywhere. But we do have to pick.

[outofoffice]

I've stolen you to the skies plenty lately, so . . . motorcycle it is!

[sangreine]

Your wish is my command [ she says in French, and gives his arm a squeeze. ]

[ Off to the hotel garage! ]

[outofoffice]

[ Trotting along beside her, humming an idle tune ]

The motorcycle isn't so different from flying, anyway.

[sangreine]

Not the way I drive.

[ Ah here they are! She drops his arm to get on the bike and pats the back seat. ]

Come on, gorgeous. [ She's over her shyness, she held out as long as she could. ]

[outofoffice]

[ dokidokidokidokidokidoki

He climbs on ]

Gorgeous, huh . . .

[sangreine]

[ He gets a saucy glance over her shoulder. ]

That's what I said, yes. Hang on tight.

[ Then the engine roars and off they go at reckless driving speeds. ]

[outofoffice]

[ His arms go around her waist in a tight hold, and he doesn't hesitate to press his cheek into her shoulder as he holds on. Really, was this whole thing not a pretense to do exactly that? ]

[sangreine]

[ A fine pretense if she's ever heard one. She can't do much while driving, but she does cant her head over to nuzzle her cheek against his hair. It's fine, not like there's a lot of traffic on the road. ]

[ Nyooooooom~ ]

[outofoffice]

[ Throwing out his arms as they pick up speed, letting the wind buffet past him. His giggles can probably be juuuust barely heard over the engine and the wind. ]

[sangreine]

[ She hears it a bit, but she has to look at the road at this speed so just a smile in response. Soon enough she pulls up to the resort where the karaoke bar is, and screeches into a spot by the curb. ]

Here we are. Tip your driver on the way out.