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Post by ramenigma on Apr 20, 2016 4:55:56 GMT
Sunrise Land January 6, 20XX
On this day, the notorious serial killer Horoscope claimed their 5th victim, the Dogyo underground line was hit with a series of mysterious mustard gas attacks, Prime Minister Seiji Yajin made a speech addressing growing tensions with The Middle Kingdom and the idol scene got really, reeeeeeeeeeally big. Coincidence? Maybe. But I think not. My name is unimportant, but I'm a source you can trust. Think of me as the one lifting the veil on this society and revealing the truth behind a shocking industry. Am I saying that idols are creating brainwashed cults to attack national landmarks in a bid for supreme domination? No, of course not. But I'm not denying it either. That's a question, by the way. A question that no-one's been asking. A question that needs to be asked. Have you SEEN the idol industry deny having an underground ring of trained child assassins? Has the leader of, say, Ginjiro JUST-Is DENIED being a serial killer? Has Red Blood Love put to rest the possibility that they MAY be harboring a possible world ending threat? These are the questions we need to ask. Because there is a truth out there. You just need to look for it. What was I talking about again? Idols. Right. Idols. The idol industry. The industry with the idols. So, in any case, I've started investigating. I've started putting what is there, out there. I've started installing hidden cameras all over the city and ESPECIALLY in places frequented by the idol industry. Not to be a huge creep or anything, just to gather evidence. And let me say that searching for the truth is well within my rights as a citizen of Sunrise Land and NO, this IS NOT stalking. Sorry. Lost my cool. In any case, the reports and footage you are about to bear witness to is all 100% factual. It is the result of a long investigation into this rotten, corrupt industry. All will be made bare for you in due time. So, without further ado, gentlemen, let us lift the veil. It all begins in each of the Dogyo offices of the following idol groups...
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 20, 2016 5:21:36 GMT
Moonmilistar Offices
There's not really anything going on in the office. One of those big black comfortable swivel office chairs is in sight. That's really all there is here.
...Wait! The chair is turning around!
As the chair swivels to its left, it can clearly be seen that Riho Yaginuma is currently taking residence in it, slouch down and eating some sort of... sandwich?
A closer examination reveals that inside the sandwich is... turkey, lettuce, and swiss cheese.
A pop-sensational idol is eating a turkey sub!
Scandalous!
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 20, 2016 5:41:00 GMT
Monster Dust Offices
There are sounds of someone sleeping, but it's too dark to see anything. Were the lights off?
Oh it looks like there's some movement coming from the room. Or is that just some static?
No no, it seems like there's something coming along... looks like everything was blurry.
Is that a sleeping face?
More importantly, why is there a girl in a snow coat, with her legs carrying her on pull-up bar?
She must have fell asleep while exercising. Either that or maybe this where she normally sleeps. In her office, hanging on a wall-mounted pole. It's an amazing feat nonetheless.
Oh? She seems to be yawning right now, stretching her arms. Though she stays mostly the same.
That's when it starts.
"Yes noooooooo maaaaybeeeeeeeee!" she's singing, oh god her voice.
"I doooon't knOOOOOOOOOOW, can you repeat the questiooon!" please make it stop.
"You're noooooot the boss of meeeeeee now!" The tone is off. The rhythm is off. Everything is off. Everything is so wrong someone please wake this girl up.
"You're not the booooooss of me nooooow! And yoooooooou're not soooooooo big!"
"Life is unfair~" That's the only thing that sounds right about all this.
-footage broken-
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 20, 2016 5:42:33 GMT
January 6, 20XX Dogyo, Sunrise Land Oceanic Industries Buildings, 32nd Floor
You are fired. You are so, so fired.
You knew you shouldn't have eaten the cake but come on, it was your 6 month anniversary! Isn't a girl allowed to splurge every once in a while? Well, when that splurge costs you an extra 4 pounds the day before your next show, then no. No she is not.
Melody Urashima bit her lower lip, her overbite even more prominent than usual as the elevator carried her closer and closer to her boss's office. He wasn't going to like this. The doors were opening. Well, time to do or die. The elevator doors opened, the curtains drawing apart to begin the coming tragedy.
"Melody!" The Boss's voice bellowed her name before he even laid eyes on her. He sat, his swivel chair facing back to her, the fine mahogany desk propped up by two shark statues with mouths wide open-- They'd always given her the creeps. Finally, the man whirled around in his chair, giving Melody a sharklike grin.
"What's been keeping you? Ah, don't worry about it. We've got a big day ahead of us, so we gotta cut right to the chase."
"Um, sir, I--"
"One sec, Melody, this is important." The Boss snapped his fingers, and a screen popped up, displaying a young girl, clad in an all-black dress and leather jacket. She had impressively long golden locks, tied into two tails on either side of her head, and a pair of black shades hiding her eyes. Her expression was stoic, disaffected... One might even describe it as... "cool".
"This is your new partner!" The Boss said, gesturing to the screen, "For now, at least. You'll be doing a routine together today at the venue. It's a bit of a last-minute deal, but I think we can make it work."
"A routine!?" Melody's eyes widened. "B-but, wait, I've never performed with her before! Are we just gonna--"
"No no no, Melody, you've got the wrong idea," The Boss said, cutting her off. "You're not going to be 'performing' together. You're going to be feuding with her. Stoking the flames, fanning the fire; DRAMA!"
"...Eh?"
The Boss sighed and folded his hands. "You're going to have a celebrity war with her. The two of you will run into each other, a fight will break out, and the fans will go nuts. We already have the articles at the ready, and special promotional #IStandWithM3L0-D merchandise prepared. All you need to do is get mad, and hate her guts."
Melody blinked, her stomach tying itself into knots as she slowly digested the information-- Unfortunately, it was like digesting a brick of lead; slow and extremely painful.
"...Eh!?" Melody shook her head. "W-wait, Mr. Tips, this is just... This is way too far! You said I wouldn't have to worry about this sort of thing!"
"There's nothing to worry about, we have it ALL under control!" Tips said, spreading his arms, "You think a single person in this city writes a word without our say so? This feud will be a hot topic for maybe ten, twelve weeks tops, and then it'll fade away, like it never happened and you can go back to your regular idoling."
"This isn't in my contract." Melody stated, folding her arms.
"Not implicitly," Mr. Tips admitted, shrugging, "And hey, maybe I can't make you. But the profits you make from this WOULD go a long way towards clearing your debt. It's your call there."
My call? Yeah right. He knows I can't refuse.
Melody looked back at the screen. The girl was young, younger than she was at least. To be pursuing this whole "idol" lifestyle at such a young age... And now to stage drama? What was the point?
Then she glanced back at Tips, busy rolling up a joint with a few stray 1,000 yen bills. Right. That's the point.
"So, Melody, let's quit wasting time and get on with the show," Tips muttered, pressing the money drugs into a nice compact form and whipping out his lighter. "And look on the bright side-- The drama will take their minds off those 4 pounds you just put on."
Melody grimaced, then finally nodded, turning to leave.
3 months, now. 3 months she'd been working off her debts, walking into Tips' office scared out of her mind, only to leave bitter and frustrated. This was her life now-- Rather than spending a quiet afternoon with Shigeru, she's rehearsing some asinine dance or memorizing some vapid lyrics to a generic, by the books tune. It wasn't that she didn't like idols. She had actually gained a new respect for the amount of sheer effort it took to smile and dance on stage every day. She just wished it didn't have to be so goddamn soul sucking.
But, she could either take it as a setback-- Or as a challenge. And Melody Urashima hadn't nearly made it into Dogyo University with flying colors by seeing things as setbacks. She just had to stay positive, and look for a way around this.
This was... an opportunity. Who knows, this girl might be nice. Maybe she had some connections that might prove useful. And though they'd pretend to be feuding, maybe she could even make a friend of her. That was possible, right?
Melody bit her lip as the elevator descended, clenching her fists by her side.
She had to make the best of it. Or else.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Apr 20, 2016 8:43:49 GMT
Gwendalyn's Office:
Gwendalyn enters her office, tossing aside her bright red coat. Ugh. It's January. Why does it have to be January? January sucks. Gwendalyn wished she could just fast-forward to May. Now she was supposed to get caught up on how well she's doing... Mornings are great... Quite a few boring moments later, from the information she could piece together from her reports, Gwendalyn found out her following had increased by a little less than 10% over her last gig! Great! She hated doing these winter shows, so it was cool to see such a sharp increase in fans.
Although speaking of a sharp increase in fans, perusing the web on her bright red smartphone revealed several other groups that started getting an underground following recently. What were their names? Red Blood Love and Shining Destiny? Hmm. She was sure she'd heard some sort of rumors flying around about one of their members, probably the one that looked way too young and goth to be a pop star. Gwendalyn predicted that group would die within the next two weeks. Kind of sad, really.
Though this other person, Shining Destiny, intrigued her. Her singing was actually pretty decent, and she had a simple, yet refined look to her. Too bad most of her songs hardly had any lyrics. Gwendalyn, being the great person she was, resolved to meet up with this Shining Destiny and teach her a thing or two. Like some new songs that could put her voice to good work.
And probably how to sing and dance at the same time.
And probably pick a better stage name. With a name like that, Gwendalyn thought she should belong in a... different line of work.
Supermarket:
The supermarket closest to where Aya lived was always a bustling hub of people from all walks of life. The rich often shopped here amongst the poor, the uptight were often seen next to the lazy parents with screaming toddlers. One person strolling the aisles happened to be Aya Radiata herself. Most people didn't seem to mind her bright, pastel pink hair that reached all the way down to her ankles, or her all-white attire. After finding the last item she needed, she had entered the self-checkout line, as usual.
Her cart was full of almost every kind of fruit the market had to offer. She had to stay healthy if she were to keep dancing on stage, after all. Besides, Aya liked fruit. Just as she was about to pay with her debit card, she felt her phone vibrate in the incredibly small pocket of her shorts. Oh. She was getting a text message. She'd better respond to that. But she didn't recognize the number. Interesting.
Text Log:
Well, now Aya was committed. She paid for her food and started ambling over to Dogyo Park, inwardly anxious to meet whoever just started texting her. She knew having a Chirpy account would be a good thing!
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 20, 2016 9:06:47 GMT
Monster Dust Offices
"MEI! ARE YOU STILL ASLEE- GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
The sounds of crashing echoed through the room as Kawako tripped on the carpet, sending the coffee she was carrying flying out of the second story window and shattering on a poor passerby's head (he later sued for the burns and cuts he had received, but that's a different story) as Kawako essentially span into a ball that flipped her into the office door, bruising her entire body, where she finally slumped into an upside down pile looking up at the sleeping girl.
In her defense, her screams were absolutely melodic and she wasn't even trying.
"Damn. That hurt..." She picked herself up off the ground, after almost falling over a few more times, and winced as she touched her head and examined the palm of her hand. It was indeed very bloody.
"Mei... I think I've lost a LOT of blood again. Mei?"
She turned to face her short companion.
"Hey!" She snapped, shaking the sleeping girl. "Wake up, Lazybones! We've got practice to do! We can't waste the whole day sleeping! Up and at 'em!"
With a heave, she picked Mei up and held her over her head. She intended to lightly put her down, but instead lost her balance, sending the poor idol soaring through the air...
ACD48 Offices
Rin coughed as she entered the dusty library backroom ACD48 was using as an office. Pulling up a cardboard box filled with the cheap soft-erotica and banned books that the library couldn't actually display but loaned out on the down low, she took a seat at the rotting wooden table that she had found at the dump a few weeks prior. She poured out a cup of cheap coffee, took a sip, and then spit it back into the cup. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she poured the spat out coffee back into the pot.
This is the coffee they serve in hell, isn't it? Too sweet, too bitter, awful after taste, too hot, and with probably off milk.
"That's the plight of the working girl, I guess. Can't complain and all that." She sighed and shook her head.
Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out 3 folders and neatly placed them on the table. Each was exactly 6 centimeters apart. They were labelled past, present and future respectively. Calmly, she opened each one.
"This here's our past predictions. See the fame and monetary reward we predicted?"
She ran her fingernail underneath two figures in the past section and then jammed a finger at the present section.
"Now look what we're currently at! Grossly under our predicted range, isn't it?"
She didn't really raise her voice, but her tone could cold and harsh. Next she opened the future section and laid out all the documents on the table.
"So, here's our future goal. And this one with the words 'dead or crack dealers or some kind of detective themed strippers' is our predicted future outcome at our current rate. The rest are my solutions to get us back on track."
She pushed forth a stack of the documents to the other side of the table. Each was labelled with things like "danger level," "scandal level," and ""risk of failure."
"Personally, I'm partial to one of us catching a terminal illness. That'd be you, of course. After all, you're the expendable one, you know? OOOH!"
She slammed a hand on the table as if she'd just had a great idea.
"We could combine it with the charity idea in section 5.1 and try and get it by touring the sick kids ward at the hospital!"
Calming down, she composed herself and took back the stack of documents.
"Ahem. In any case, we need to get this group soaring up the charts, you know? Gotta pump us up. Get people in the seats... We need to sell out."
She sighed and turned side-on on her chair, waving her hand airily.
"Sometimes I wish we lived in Trumpica where you can just Kardashian your way to the top, instead of having to actually put... effort in."
As she said that, the door to the makeshift 'office' opened and Rin jumped up and turned around to face the other half of her idol group.
"Oh! Akira-chan! Ohayou~ Desu desu~<3! Come sit down with me, desunyan~! I was just rehearsing a little speech I wanted to have with you, chu~~~~~! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!!"
Quickly packing up the folders, she stuffed them back into her Kitty-Cat Backpack(tm).
"By the way, Akira-chan<3, know where we can go catch some ebola, desu~?"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 20, 2016 9:32:44 GMT
Monster Dust Offices
Mei yawns in mid-air as she is sent flying through the office. Her sheepish eyes slowly open and she scratches her head.
"Ohayooooo Dojikawakko-saaaaaan~" she says in a cute voice as she spins mid-fall, executing a graceful rolling flip before perfectly landing on one foot, right in front of the kitchen refrigerator. She swings the door open and takes a pack of apple juice.
"Uwaaah~ Very refreshing!" she remarks as she finishes her drink, walking to where the clumsy Kawako-san lay in shambles.
"Ya-ho, Kawaiiko-san. Now's not the time to be lounging around on the floor. We've got practice to do!" Mei then leaves the empty box of apple juice on Kawako's head. "After all, we didn't become idols for nothing! We've got performances to think about, venues, budget, fans, our potential creepy stalkers - oh, right! I think I broke our office surveillance system with my singing again. Whoopsee~"
Mei does a little twirl and winks to no one in particular.
"Now wash that ketchup off your hand. We need to get to our day! The sooner it's done, the sooner I can relax and eat! Yosh!"
Looks like someone's got her priorities straight.
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 20, 2016 9:59:10 GMT
Monster Dust Office
"Don't give me that, Mei."
Kawako grumbled as she picked herself up off the floor, putting the empty juice in the bin as she did so.
"I was the one who was up and cleaning the office from 2 in the morning. 'Course that's all been ruined now."
With a wince, she looks at the shattered window and estimates the cost to fix it. Probably a lot. Probably more than they can spare. But if they don't fix it, then bugs and criminals will probably get into the office and that'd be a pain. Kawako made a mental note to buy duct tape on the way back to the office, later.
"Right! Well, you're right about one thing! We DO have practice to do! A ton of practice! So much practice, it hurts to think about but we'll do it anyway! Because WE ARE TOP IDOLS! YEAH!"
Kawako got herself all pumped and then remembered the blood all over her hand.
"Oh, right. Lemme just wash this off first, and then we'll head out."
Teetering like a drunk, Kawako skipped and then tripped into the bathroom and whacked her head straight into the medicine cabinet...
"I'M FINE!!!" She barked from within the bathroom.
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 20, 2016 12:01:54 GMT
Moonmilistar Offices
As Riho nibbles on a sandwich, it appears there is more than one thing going on in the office as a figure passes by the corner of the footage for a split-second. If you were to pan back on the camera, or just look at a different one, or something, you'd see that this mystery figure is in fact Saya Hiraizumi, looping around the room in a sprint (but notably not a run). Her dyed hair bobs behind her constricted into a ponytail, and she's forgone the truly iconic costume she wears for a gray tank top. She appears to be listening to some music, too. If only you could tell what she was listening to in order to see if she's, gasp, recognizing other musical groups.
Saya takes another lap around the room. And another. And another. And another.
Meanwhile, Riho has finished her sandwich. She resolves herself to checking her phone.
The little clock in the corner of the footage strikes 8:00 am, and nearly instantly, Riho let's out a soft, muttered "alright" and stands up out of her chair, heading out of the room. Saya pulls an earbud out, glancing over at Riho, and leaves as well, though through a different door, arriving at a more private room.
Ten minutes later, Saya's out in costume (Ten minutes? You can dress like that in ten minutes?) and heads to wherever Riho was going. Presumably, the two are going to practice their whole song and dance, because it doesn't look like there was anything booked for them right around this time of the day.
Truly, these idol offices are a roller coaster of excitement and intrigue.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 20, 2016 13:44:39 GMT
Monster Dust Offices
"Aaaaand done!" Mei exclaims in victory, having successfully wrapped a bandage around Kawako-san's forehead. And by "successfully", that would more accurately mean loosely put on in some half-assed fashion. In fact she probably put too little cloth on Kawako-san, and barely any anti-bacterial disinfectant at all.
"Really, Dojikawakko-san, all these accidents of yours are costing us a lot. You need to learn how to balance yourself! Did you grow so fast that you skipped learning how to walk when you were a baby? Hihi~" Mei puts away the remaining bandages and disinfectant in the nearly-broken medicine cabinet, held together by duct tape and sheer determination. It was a miracle their entire office wasn't a wreck at this rate.
And calling the place an "office" was stretching it. It was more of a rented room on the second floor of a neglected apartment complex in urban Dogyo. The two of them tried their best to furnish the place to cover a large number of stains and holes, some of which were already there before Kawako-san existed in this apartment's life. The broken window, which was just repaired a week ago, was the latest in a series of many broken things. The place itself was enough for the two of them. Two tiny bedrooms, with Mei using hers as a personal mini-gym, a living room slash reception area slash mini-kitchen, a cramped bathroom - Mei was thankful she was very short for once - and an exit to the little balcony, which was generally uninviting because of all the fumes from the traffic outside.
It was the best place their budget could afford at the moment, so who was she to complain? Besides, once they get their first few performances done, they'll be rolling in money!
"Okay! Now that you're all bandaged up, Fummy-san, let's talk about our practice sesh!"
Mei proceeded to their "work area", which consisted of a half-broken kiddie table, the kind you'd find in a nursery, and two large, slightly stained bean bag chairs. Mei plops herself into the light blue bean bag and is promptly devoured by it like quicksand.
"Waaaah! Kawaiiko-saaaaaaan!" Mei cries, holding her hand out.
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 20, 2016 21:00:11 GMT
Moonmilistar Offices
Riho and Saya are crouched over a camera, watching what appears to a performance they'd just done and recorded a few minutes ago in the very room they're standing in. Some tape lines the ground in square formations, presumably to mark out where certain features on a real stage would be. The room they currently occupy is only just large enough to give a two-person dance troupe some breathing room, even with it being mostly barren of furniture. The blinds are pulled down and the flourescent lights above cast their stark rays onto the tiles below.
Riho leans into the viewfinder, swiftly brushing her hair out of her eyes in order to see the screen a smidgen clearer. She cursorily rewinds the footage a couple of seconds and puts it on slow-mo. The digital ghost of Riho is standing mostly still in the middle of the room, as her recorded counterpart of Saya stands at one extreme of the screen and reaches her leg up, and...
"You're a bit sluggish here," announces Riho, pushing in the pause button. "You got your leg much higher on the other side of the stage a few seconds ago, but over here it's only half as high." I think she did that last time too, she ponders.
Saya groans under her breath.
Riho's eyes grow a smidgen concerned as soon as she hears the vocalization, and she explains, "I understand it's a very tiny thing, and few people in the audience would notice anything wrong, but this is the sort of thing that is picked up very easily in the live tapes."
"Right, right, I understand, we have to be as perfect as we can be."
"Yes," Riho confirms affirmatively. "The small things like this will be especially important in the coming months, Hiraizumi. I'm very much expecting that the current economic climate is going to be the perfect time for us to really hit famous status. Business is booming in general, and I've got a concept for a perfect Valentine's Day song written down. Eventually, the idol market will hit a downturn, but when that happens, we need to be ready to push ourselves up past the idols falling into the abyss of obscurity." She hits the record button on the camera and terminates the playback, asserting that "Perfection is what the media wants in turn for its gift of globalizing our names."
"Sure, we'll get to the top of the charts one day, just endure it or something," Saya says in a monotone, waving her hand around in front of her chest. "Let's just have at another rehearsal, alright? We can talk business later."
Riho parts her hair perfectly in front of her eyes again and smiles. "I'm sure you've got the idea by now. Let's go."
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 21, 2016 2:55:23 GMT
ACD48 Offices
Sure, it was pretty early in the morning... But looking at Akira, you probably couldn't really tell. Energetic and perky was she, brimming with energy as she made her way towards the door.
Why was she so chipper? Well, she had just finished reading a lovely detective novel (though the solution was quite easy - using a chair to pretend the door was locked? So cliched.) and that was always a great way to start the morning. And plus, she got to sip a nice cup of tea! And she went on a run! All such lovely and good things.
But, when she opened the door and saw Rin... enthusiastically greet her... She couldn't help but be slightly suspicious.
"Speech...? To me...?"
What on earth was going on in her mind...?
Her eyes widened.
"W-Wait... Ebola? W-What the hell are you talking about, Rin-chan?"
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"Rin-chan... Please don't tell me this is one of your... Schemes again..."
A strangely fiery glint appeared in her eyes.
"If we're going to do something for publicity, why don't we kill someone and then solve their murder instead!~ I mean, that fits our motif, right?"
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 21, 2016 22:45:40 GMT
Moonmilistar Offices
The couch in the front room of the office proverbially splashes as Saya tosses herself over the armrest, instantly assuming a comfortable position. She reaches her hands into her twin tails and un... -twin tails them, allowing them to fall back into the normal waterfall that straight hair tends to congregate in. The last two hours were pretty laborious with all the dancing she and Riho did, noticeably more than the usual practices. Maybe it was because of how alert she stayed, trying to pay attention to every key pose she struck as she twirled from frame to frame and rarely had the opportunity to repeat a cel.
Riho grasps at her throat. She walks on over to the kitchen and ducks her head into the minifridge, lingering for a seconds. She closes the door and grabs a cup from a cupboard and looks over to the sink, but then looks back at her cup, and looks back at the sink again.
"...Not really in the mood for water right now," she thoughtfully concludes, putting the cup back where she found it. Instead, she walks back out of the kitchen and to the front door of the office. "We've run out of soda," she informs Saya, "I'm going to run to the store to get a 12-pack."
Saya murmurs in consent before actually looking up at Riho. "Wait, in dress?" she questions the idol. "Why aren't you just going out in normal people clothes?"
Riho brushes a few bangs out of her face and taps on some newly-revealed forehead space. "Part of my plan. If anyone looks interested, I'll tell them about us and hand them this flyer," (at this point she pulls out a little card from a secret pocket behind her little apron thingy on her dress, displaying it for Saya) "ingeniously disguised as a business card. In persona, of course" Riho turns her head away and fixes her bangs, adding that "It'll be interesting if I just so happen to come across any other idols, as well. With how popular the industry's been, you know, it's not unlikely."
"Yeah, it's like every tenth person in Dogyo is an idol at this point," says Saya based on many recollections of daily walks. "Just don't get in any fights."
"Well, you know what they say abut publicity..." Riho began, taking this time to slip out the door.
Saya's eyelids shut in staunch disagreement, and she begins to undress back into her normal laying-about clothes.
The Supermarket of Dogyo
Riho hovers down the refrigerated drinks aisle of the market and glances at her options of regular soft drinks. There was some Coca-Coca, some Coco-Cola, packs of Cola-Cola, a number of cans of Cosa-Cloa, even some Coma-Cola, and also Dr. Pepper. Damn. Out of Pebsi. She brings her finger to her lip, thinking about what to subsist on instead.
Hmm...
She's really lost in thought now.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Apr 21, 2016 23:20:45 GMT
JUST-Is HQ
Takuto was probably consuming much more water than was healthy, but he didn't show any signs of stopping. Water was good. It allowed him to stay hydrated, and if he worked hard enough, he could pretend it was sort of like caffeine in that it woke him up a bit. He was pretty sure water didn't actually do that, but that didn't matter. ... Actually, why was he so focused on water anyway? Weren't there more important things to worry about? Stuff like... Not water.
In contrast to how he presented himself on stage, Takuto was a bit of a workaholic. He wanted to make sure that EVERY moment was spent doing something that could further his career as an idol, whether that be training, doing interviews, or learning more about other idols. He wondered how many of his fans assumed that their 'mysteriously cute' idol managed to do so without expending any effort... Wait, he was getting sidetracked again. Right. Focus. He was basically stressing out over stressing out over nothing. Because that made a whole lot of sense. Maybe he needed to pick up a hobby. Get into books or board games or something. It'd probably do him a lot of good.
"So, everyone... How do you think we can improve our fame? Maybe we should have our own idol movie? That could be interesting! Thoughts?" Takuto asked the rest of his group. He spoke just a bit too fast, almost as if he WAS on a caffeine rush... But nope. He made it a policy to never consume caffeine, ever. That was also part of his image.
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 22, 2016 2:44:06 GMT
The Monster Dust Apartment
"Goddammit, Mei! You are WAY too small to survive The Beanbag of Unfathomable Torment! It's swallowing you whole."
With a shout to raise her power level, Kawako grabbed Mei's hand and tried to yank her out of the BoUT. But it's power to consume flesh was too strong. It's hunger, too vast and unlimited. TOO HORRIFIC TO EVEN BE PLACED ON A SCALE!
"Oh my god." Kawako came to a sudden realisation. "It's eating her...
And then it's gonna eat me!
OH MY GOD!!!"
Realising there was no other option, she braced herself and charged into the beanbag kicking and clawing at it, wrestling it. Forcing it to release her friend.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
She released a scream and ripped out it's heart. Or Mei. Whichever one. Whatever the case, the beanbag had been defeated.
"I have slain the beast, Mei... But it's not like I did it to save you or anything. Baka."
ACD48 "Office"
"Whoops~! You got me, tee hee~. ;P"
Rin bonked herself on the head, all desu like and shit.
"But, Aki-nyan. We can't go killing people! That'd be very, very wrong, dechu~!!!
It would leave way too much of a paper trail. And where would we find a patsy to take the fall, nyan! Though, that does give me an idea~"
Rin messed around in her backpack, rummaging around for some unknown object.
"Aha! Here we go~!"
From her bag, she retrieved a large kitchen knife. Pointing it menacingly at her co-idol, she broke out in a large grin.
"What if we got stabbed by a crazed fan of another rival idol group~? Wouldn't they look like shit, dechuu~! They might even blame themselves! Wao~~!!!!"
She giggled.
"Come on, Aki~nyan! Lemme stab you a l'il, desu nyaaaaaan~!"
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