STARTING POST: TAISHO ROMAN REVOLUTION

[idolpro]

WHO: Taisho Roman Revolution
WHERE: Dormitory, 4th 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

[sonof]

[ a small man pads out in the main room barefoot in a red nightgown, tapping clumsily at his smartphone with one hand and smoothing down his hair with the other ]

... A bit too surreal to be a dream, isn't this?

[rollplayinghouse]

Dreams are pretty surreal. I'd say there's too much attention to detail to be a dream.

[ she is in long-sleeved pajamas and her eyes only flick up at him briefly as she pages through her phone ]

[sonof]

[ looks over to her as she speaks, though unlike her he doesn't look away after ]

It amounts to about the same. Good morning, would you happen to be lost as well?

[rollplayinghouse]

Obviously.

[furrytailprince]

Aren't dreams usually surreal?

[ At least what tiny bit of cognizance that remains says they should be. Not that he has any point of reference to go off. ]

[sonof]

[ does a doubletake at his ears but I mean, like, that other guy has a lizard leg. MAYBE THIS REALLY IS NORMAL. huffs and tucks his hair behind an ear, collecting himself ]

Yes, but in a different way, I should think. Well, it isn't terribly important.

[furrytailprince]

Do you remember agreeing to this?

[rollplayinghouse]

[ Having finished reading through all the information available on her phone, a girl in cute pajamas and long pigtails is sitting at the table in the common area and glaring at the television like it has deeply personally offended her. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[a whistle] That's an impressively scary look, miss. [he's settling across from her comfortably, though, not seeming at all intimidated.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[she eases off a little]

...I suppose that part of my profile is accurate, then.

[syncintohell]

Young lady, [ says this guy who absolutely can't be that much older than her ] do you have the remote? If no one else is to make a move, I will be the first to enter my position.

[ formally but not terribly politely calling DIBS ]

[rollplayinghouse]

... Go ahead.

[ she watches him like the remote might explode in his hand or something ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[a tall man wanders out in his pajamas, though the black bits are red and the gold bits are white.

he's also barefoot and has a fucking dragon foot just sticking out of his pants, no big deal or anything, he may not have even noticed yet.]

Well, this is certainly a predicament, isn't it?

[sonof]

[ >dragon foot

pardon ]

Are you all right?

[hashtagaesthetic]

[yeah he hasn't noticed] As well as someone can be in the circumstances. Why do you ask?

[furrytailprince]

[ This wolf is going to be a churlish cad and yelp obscenely loud when he notices that leg. ]

—What happened to your leg?

[hashtagaesthetic]

[well, about that Jae-ha spooks, looks at his foot, looks back at furry mcwolfears, looks back at his foot.] ...You know, I have no idea, but I have the same question about your furry appendages.

[syncintohell]

[ A man in an ruffled white nightgown exits his room, holding his smartphone at full arm's length as if it's offended him but also as if he is loathe to surrender what was his sole source of information.

Though, you're here now. ]

You are also Taisho Roman Revolution, are you not?

[ Let him pretend to be in a position of having his shit together and knowing what's going on, okay. ]

[sonof]

[ a small, measured wave, all fingers ]

Our "unit," yes? I believe so.

[syncintohell]

To the best of my knowledge, as well. In that case, I will introduce myself. We will be working together, and I will not put up with being called out with, you, you repeatedly.

Kuzuebiko. The recommended nickname is not an acceptable substitute!

[hashtagaesthetic]

So it seems! [cool we can totally share that pretend position]

[syncintohell]

[ An irritable noise, though he doesn't react like it's unexpected just annoying. ]

So "seems" is the best we can rely on for now. You, too, are lacking your memories?

[furrytailprince]

[ Looking up from his own phone ]

That is what this thing says. Not that I remember signing up for anything of the sort.

[ Not that he remembers much of anything either way. ]

Did you?

[syncintohell]

[ A dismissive flick of the wrist— did he? That's not a question that's easily answered. ]

Sign up? I haven't the faintest recollection of it.

[furrytailprince]

[ This loser is decked out in a ridiculously fancy red outfit, while he parses through the information on his phone. He also has fluffy ears and an especially fluffy tail. ]

Did I really agree to something this invasive? And what do they mean by conduct lives?