Fanmail the Fourth

[idolpro]

Who: you and your adoring fan(mail)s ♥
Where: Hotel lobby
When: Day 55, evening

[ It's been pretty quiet lately, huh? Well . . . no. Every day is busy in Imeeji! You just want to relax and go home, right? Especially after going for a fun swim!

Well . . . Going home might be difficult for you. Press open on the elevators and you'll find that they open up to actual mountains of fanmail, haphazardly shoved in like jenga - if you're unlucky, you might even be literally buried in it. You can't even press the button from upstairs to go down to the lobby because the elevators are filled at max capacity. Surely they couldn't be that heavy though, right!?

Is this . . . the weight of love. . . . ?

The staircases are blocked with a couple boxes too, but nothing so obstructive that you can't push them away with a little elbow grease.

There's just . . . so much . . . . ]

Comments

[forgottenmercy]

...what did they, ah, get right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Handing Maiden this to peruse if he wishes]

[forgottenmercy]

[one slim eyebrow raises] Some people have quite an imagination.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It's much better than the other garbage I got where they stuff my corpse in Bad End=Dead End's cellar for funsies.

Get anything yourself, Maiden?

[forgottenmercy]

...That's, ah, true, then.

I haven't, ah, looked yet.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Need some help? I can protect your poor virgin eyes from the fucking awful stuff.

[forgottenmercy]

My, ah, 'poor virgin eyes'? I think that would have, ah, been a better claim before a certain memory regain.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Remembered having sex with your trophy husband?

[forgottenmercy]

I was, ah, his concubine, but yes. That's how I, ah, knew I was married.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes, yes. Concubine in your memories. But you're going to go home and turn that right around, aren't you?

[forgottenmercy]

I think our, ah, marriage actually ended, which would make that a touch difficult.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You think?

[forgottenmercy]

One of my, ah, other memories seemed to give that impression. But it was, ah, brief, as it was more focused on other things.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So you don't know what happened to him?

[forgottenmercy]

No, I, ah, don't.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

500 points says you put him out of his misery.

[forgottenmercy]

[will take a moment to think about it.]

...I will, ah, take that bet, but instead bet that I didn't. I hated him in that memory in such a way that you don't, ah, hate people who are dead.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nonsense. Hate can exist long after the object of your hatred has been destroyed.

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, yes, but it was very, ah...active? Very, ah, unresolved.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So he fucked you over one last time before he died. Is that so hard to believe?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, dealt with ghosts.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

...

In what context?

[forgottenmercy]

Back, ah, where I came from, there's, ah, an underworld where ghosts exist. An, ah, dark mirror of the living world, with Stygia, the city of the dead, at its center.

I, ah, apparently spent time in Stygia. At least, ah, once.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

They really enjoy offering homage to your idol name.

...

How does one of the living spend time in the city of the dead?

[forgottenmercy]

I don't, ah, know. I and the woman I was with were both, ah, alive, and the only ones alive where we were.

I suppose if I, ah, found my way into the underworld somehow...but how being the, ah, question.