imeeji_frontstage | Go Fish: Trauma Edition

Who: Naughty little fishes
Where: Game Tower
When: Day 527

[So there you are, minding your own business on a completely normal day.]

[Then you blink —

[— and find yourself, and many other idols, in an unfamiliar room.]

[The room is large and round and made of glass, like a globe. ...No, like a fish bowl.]

[On the other side of the glass walls, you can see indistinct shapes moving around, but the glass distorts the light so much that anything farther than arm’s length is just vague smears of colors and shadow blending with your own reflection. But something is there. Possibly a lot of somethings. ]

[Two formless shapes approach the glass, and as they do, their images resolve into the shapes of a pair of twins, one grinning while the other pointedly looks away from his brother. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the one who actually looks cheerful about being here is the first to speak up:]

Guess what~? You’ve been chosen to play in our very first game. Isn’t that exciting?

[He throws his arms out theatrically.]

Especially after soooo many boring games. The audience is looking for excitement and thrills here! Why not take the chance to really cement yourself as the fan favorite while you have the chance? Heck, it might even fix your little... “problem.”

[There’s a beat of silence, and he moves to elbow his brother who shoots him a “hey what the hell?” look before reluctantly facing the gathered idols.]

...Make sure you protect yourselves. Otherwise...

[He just lets the thought trail off before looking away again. His brother leans on him, resting an elbow on his shoulder as though waiting for him to continue before finally giving up and shaking his head with a sigh.]

You heard him! Give this game all you’ve got - got it?

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You wanted one of my pieces, right? I made this for you.

You made this? Truly?

Why, it is beautiful! What detail! What craftsmanship!

[you know. for a human.]

This exceeds one's expectations.

[praised! he was praised! good!]

I'm glad you like it.

[She stands up, exposing her legs]

Might you assist one in donning it? One wishes to wear it.

[Carefully puts it on her leg, high enough that it shouldn't get in the way. Please brag to everyone you know, Cloud Retainer.]

[don't worry, she's great at bragging ✨]

[She takes a moment to lift up her leggy and admire it how it looks.]

That looks rather fetching! One shall keep it on for a while.

You have one's compliments for such flattering adornment.

[when she'd done admiring her new jewelry, she sits down again, replacing her wing around his back, where it was before.]

[Smooshes into her side again. Comfy.]

Thank you, Mom.

[he may be here for a while. don't wanna move.]

[she doesn't have anywhere to be]

Let us return a few steps to a previous subject -- the topic of disciplehood.

Is that a title you should like to adopt?

One has trained many in the ways of cultivation over the centuries, but it seems that one's adeptal arts have been nullified in this realm, to one's deep and unrelenting vexation. Until this morning, one has not even been capable of flight, which is not even an adeptal art at all. It is simply physics! And yet!

...Ahem. Which is to say. Even if one were to "take you under one's wing" in a more figurative sense, one might not be able to teach you much beyond the foundations, and, with strenuous effort, that would only keep us occupied for but a decade or two.

Despite these limitations, one shall warn you that one is a demanding and rigorous master. To be one's disciple in the ways of the adepti, you shall have to adhere to a strict diet of naught but morning dew and medicinal herbs, and exercise both body and mind all days and all nights, oft in long stretches of solitude.

One has witnessed your character and would be open to the possibility of taking you as one's disciple, should that be a lifestyle you wish to pursue.

[;;;;;;;;;; please don't be her "disciple," robin. please love yourself more. it is okay to just remain her cute adopted son.]

Edited 2023-01-30 23:24 (UTC)

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I don't think that kind of lifestyle would make me happy.

No?

Very well. It is not for everyone.

But should you change your mind, one believes you have the aptitude.

I'll think about it.

[but probably not because it sucks.]

I have plans for when I graduate anyway. I want to be a game runner and run games that players like, instead of games like this.

[it does suck]

Oh?

That is a fine goal. What manner of games do you have in mind?

I think it would be fun to have a game where you make an art piece with your teammates and then everyone votes on the piece they like the most. Art is hard to quantify into winning or losing, but it can be very fun.

That would be a fine contest, indeed! One would very much like to see it.

[AND CRUSH THE COMPETITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

May the hosts and audience alike take notes!

I hope you're not still here when I get to run it, but I'm sure you'd do well.

[hell yeah, she'd crush it]

Do you know when you shall graduate?

I don't. A lot of people from Avante have been transferred instead of graduating...

That certainly seems to be a routine occurrence lately.

How many remain in your troupe these days?

Me, Tsukasa, and Hades. If either of them get sent away I'll be very very mad.

They have been here for quite some time now, have they not?

They have. A lot longer than me.

Kindly remind one how long you have been here?

It'll be two months next week.

Merely that?

One did not realize you had only just arrived as well.

It doesn't seem like a lot. But I've seen three avantes come and go in that time.

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