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Who: here's the mail it never fails
Where: Hotel Lobby
When: Day 401 pre-bees

[ The boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes the boxes buy gold.

Besides the copious amounts of fanmail, The Hound is still hounding about and also there's a plaque on the wall between the elevators?

It reads:

IN MEMORY OF THOSE LOST TO FRIVOLITY
REMEMBER, REMEMBER, REMEMBER
STOP BLOWING THINGS UP.

While you're admiring the plaque or being buried in mail or playing fetch or whatever—your phone buzzes. ]

Producers: Hello, hello, hello!
Producers: We are happy to announce that there are several new and exciting changes to this production on the horizon, courtesy of certain individuals who we are convinced hate this program specifically!
Producers: But we digress, we digress!
Producers: With all the exciting change that's been going on, we think it's time for you to all join in! Family and Nature are old news, it's time for ✨✨✨PLAY✨✨✨ and ✨✨✨CHANGE✨✨✨!
Producers: These are the best themes you'll ever have! Please remember to send several petitions to keep them in place indefinitely, preferably with a good review of the staff member who suggested them.
Producers: Oh, and please remember, remember, remember!
Producers: When your work piles up, and the stress starts to get to you,
Producers: never forget the times that you felt happy!
Producers: When overtime is unbearable and there's no vacation in sight,
Producers: Always remember your happy days!

[ Huh, did the lobby music get louder? ]

[ Please make sure to make a SFW toplevel and then respond to your toplevel with your NSFW reaction prompts! Here's an example of what that looks like! ]

Who: Idol chefs!
Where: The Game Tower Cooking Show
When: Day 390, afternoon

[ Game time! Everyone who shows up is given a unit-themed cooking apron before being ushered onto a circular stage that divides itself into twelve sections—each section is a kitchen for the corresponding unit! The center is the judging table, though there aren't any hosts there. Instead, there is what looks to be a disco ball with a number of people with imeeji idol merchandise and signs—are they fans? Some of them are holding signs like "TAISHOUBU!" and "☆ F☆R L☆F☆". Their merchandise are easier to parse than their faces—if you concentrate they might be distinct for just a moment, but they'll fade into the recesses of your mind as soon as you look away, even if you've got a photographic memory. These are . . . fans? The fans are the judges, maybe?

That feels a little weird, doesn't it? To finally see their faces—not really, given how you can't concentrate, but—

Oh. Maybe you didn't expect to feel that way. No—is this feeling really yours. . . ?

You'll find, as soon as another member of your unit joins the group, a strange sense of something filling your mind—like there's someone else with you, sharing that same space with you. You can't read their thoughts, not quite, but—their emotions? You can feel every single one of them.

You might try to shut the emotions out, but it's impossible to shut them out for long—the more you try, the less effective it becomes and the more sensitive you become, as though they were well and truly your feelings.

. . . And you're supposed to cook like this? ]

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