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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Picking up one of those discarded Pharaoh on Pharaoh works of ... art?]

Who the fuck is this other guy?

[puzzlekeeper]

...

You seriously haven't noticed him?

[ YOU'D HAVE TO BE DEAD OR SOMETHING ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Fuck off with your snide commentary. IT WAS AN HONEST QUESTION]

Would I have just fucking said that if I had met him?

[puzzlekeeper]

Fine, fine.

[ GEEZ ]

He's Zrael's newest, going by "Pharaoh." He puts their monologuing live to good use, so you'll have no choice but to notice him eventually.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I see.

You get in a fucking spat with him? Is that why he's topping?

[puzzlekeeper]

What? No, we're perfectly-

... Why do you assume those two things are related?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

All that wind and bluster last round and still so naive to how fucking fan mail actually works.

[puzzlekeeper]

I just assumed there would be quite a bit more violence if that were the appeal they were going for.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is that what the fans want or what you want?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Raising an eyebrow ]

What, is this a professional interest?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And what if it is?

[puzzlekeeper]

Then I'd tell you that's not really something a colleague needs to know.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And what if it's personal interest?

[puzzlekeeper]

Is it?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's three times you've dodged now. I think I can make a satisfactory guess about your actual answer.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ HE'S NOT CONFIRMING. OR DENYING. ]

Always so quick on the assumptions... why does it even matter?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Because that opens up so many more avenues for what our next challenge could be.

[puzzlekeeper]

Aha. So it's an interest of yours, then.

[ Next challenge, just fuckin fist fight each other ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you telling me you wouldn't be interested in testing the limits to some of your unit's powers?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He should definitely be asking what the FUCK is wrong with you, but instead, ]

If you're really so desperate to have your ass kicked, then I'm more than happy to oblige.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Now who shouldn't brag before their victory is assured?

[puzzlekeeper]

Do as I say, not as I do.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'd rather just ignore you on both accounts, if it's all the same to you.

[puzzlekeeper]

Too bad for you, I'm in the habit of making myself very difficult to ignore.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then put your points where your fucking mouth is. Next duel is fucking avante style. No holds barred.