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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 24, 2016 12:02:26 GMT
Sunrise Land Shopping District
"Uwaaaah! Kawako-saaaaaaan!"
Mei cried as she desperately skidded on the market floor while holding onto Kawako's arm, trying to stop her from spending all their money on anime. Again. After all their expenses spent on repairing the rundown apartment, they really needed to budget their finances. Kawako was supposed to be in-charge of that, though Mei supposed that was the entire reason they ended up with ten copies of Two-Punch Girl and a life-size replica of some giant glowing blue spear.
"Don't you have enough anime at home at this point. We really need stuff for our office. Again. And food. Like Wasabi."
Her mouth visibly watered as she mentioned the wasabi. She started tugging on Kawako's sleeve harder, strengthened by the idea of buying all kinds of wasabi-flavored food. Wasabi chips, wasabi candy, wasabi dressing, wasabi sauce, wasabi wasabi, wasabi plushes, wasabi bean bag chairs, and wasabi water.
Though Mei supposed that was exactly what happened when she was in-charge of finances last time.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Apr 24, 2016 14:26:47 GMT
Heifer Industries - Marketing Branch
"Yes, that's fine, send her in." the woman sitting at the desk said before the door burst open.
"I'm here, whaddaya want?" Ace O'Spades said, stumbling in.
"Now then, you're aware why we've hired you. The boss needs to give the company a new face until everyone forgets that last incident where he slapped that gentleman with a trout. As such, you have to work on looking presentable." the executive said, standing up and walking over. "For one, your posture needs work, and-"
"To hell with that shit! Ya got drinks?" Ace shouted, shaking the woman off.
"Yes, in the minifridge- Good lord, the smell also needs work. Just where the hell have you been sleeping these past few days? I've checked in at the expensive company apartment we've provided but you haven't been there one time." she said, opening the fridge and retrieving a can for the girl.
"In the sewers. I've got my lair down there." Ace replied, taking the can. Dr. Heifer's 100% All-Natural Diet Non-Artificial Cola Solution. Of course this was the only crap they could afford to stock. It was bearable, she supposed.
"The sewers? Your lair? I give up. Just go and try not to get a disease or something for now." the executive said, putting her face down on her desk.
"Alrighty then, boss lady. Ace O'Spades' reign of terror begins!" Ace said, guzzling down the soda and crushing the can on the floor, then walking out of the office.
"This one might be even worse than the boss himself..." the executive said as the company's new face left, the smell of sewage following her.
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Post by Ricer6 on Apr 24, 2016 21:45:30 GMT
Moonmilistar Offices, January 7, 8:10 am (even if it's not tomorrow where YOU'RE rping IT'S TOMORROW HERE)
Saya's eyelids fluttered open. Then they fluttered close again. Then she rolled over on her side. Then, eventually, she faced the music and actually got out of bed (She slightly regretted wasting that idiom for one of the few situations that aren't music related).
Her first thought was to head into the kitchen and make some breakfast. An omelette, maybe. That sounded good. But as she exited the room and turned to the kitchen, she saw the door to Riho's room and the short conversation last night flashed in her mind. She was kind of afraid Riho was heading out to a bridge to take her own life or something, but after one somewhat disappointing failure on her part? No, Riho had the confidence to not to ask the ferryman for an invoice.
But she had to make sure. She knocked on Riho's door.
A soft groan came from somewhere inside.
Saya let go of a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding in. She turned the knob and lightly pushed the door, only peeking her head in, to see Riho sprayed out over her own bed, still in costume. This struck Saya as odd—though she didn't pry too much into Riho's sleeping habits, she did know both of them always went to bed in regular, actually comfortable clothes. Isn't sleeping in a poofy dress like that bad for it or something? She wasn't sure, but if anyone knew if it was harmful, it would've been Riho.
"...Riho, what's going on?" Saya asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Another groan. Riho sat up slightly, resting her head on the wall behind her. Her hair covered more of her face than usual, being strewn messily around the place, individual strands sticking out from the rest in high frequency. She put a hand to her forehead. "...Nothing, it's fine. Don't worry."
"You... really don't look well."
"Please, Hiraizuma," Riho commanded with authority in her voice she lacked up until now, "I'll be okay." She slumped back down to the position she was previously in.
"...Uh, okay..." Saya responded, pulling out and closing the door with her. Once again, like so many times before with Riho, she didn't understand a thing. But she cared for Riho, at least somewhat. And right now, that care was manifesting itself in a rope of trust that has yet to snap regardless of how much Riho's condition has frayed it.
Okay, she recognized that what was fraying the string was also how much she cared for Riho, and her desire for her to feel better, but she also much more than that respected her, as a co-worker whom she saw as the leading member of the duo.
So she wasn't going to try and go against her will based on uninformed pretenses. Maybe she could instead help out in another way.
Saya grabbed a sheet of notebook paper and a pencil, sat down at the traditional Sunshine kotatsu, and composed a list.
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Apr 24, 2016 23:28:28 GMT
Dogyo Park:
Aya's been sitting patiently here for a while, now. If you asked her, it would've been... one hour, fifty seven minutes, and twenty four seconds she'd been waiting for noon to roll around and this person to show up. Aya had been told that patience was a virtue, after all. She enjoyed watching the various people go by, her white outfit apparently making her all the more inconspicuous to those who didn't know her. Seeing as Aya was no social butterfly, that was a lot of people. So she jumped a little in the bench she was currently occupying when she heard someone call out to... well, she presumed it was her.
"Yooooo! Ess-DEEEEE!" Aya turned her head to see an individual running toward the bench with enviable golden hair, accentuated by her dark eyes. Although the outfit she was wearing was outright ridiculous. Aya internally questioned anyone who dared pair pink and red together, yet here she was. ...Actually, it didn't look that bad on her. Wait, did this person call her "SD?"
"...Did you text me earlier?" Aya asked nonchalantly as she locked eyes with the new girl that had just sat down next to her.
"Yep! That was me! Oh, shoot! I never told you my name!" After the new girl said this, she started to quiet herself. "My name's Gwen. Gwendalyn Rebecca Summers, if you want to use my full name, but I'd really rather you didn't. Most people who know me just know me as a certain UV Brite." Gwendalyn threw in a wink when she said her stage name. "Recognize the name?"
"...No." Aya returned a deadpan stare.
"Oh! Well, this is a little awkward. Well, That doesn't matter too much, anyways. The point is, I've heard of you, and I want to help you out. Gotta set ya straight, y'know?"
"...Okay...?"
"Aw, c'mon. Where's the enthusiasm? Like... Oh, how rude, I never let you give me your actual name!" Gwen rested her hands in her lap.
"Aya. Aya Valerie Radiata."
"Aya, got it..." A silence hung in the air for a short time. "You don't talk much, do you?"
"No." Aya kept giving Gwen her stare. Gwendalyn found it a little creepy, but also a little... endearing? Aya was quite a bit shorter than she was, and with Aya's big eyes, it was actually kinda cute.
"Okay, but listen. I saw your cover of 'I Remember,' right? You have an amazing voice, but your moves... yikes. Like, what's that little hip sway thing that's the only thing you do when you're singing? If you were literally anyone else, I'd tell you to play that up. I can say this right now, though: you do NOT have the curves to be shaking that around. Besides, that's more of a sassy kind of move, and you aren't sassy. We've been talking for, what, four minutes? I can already label you as 'Least Sassy Person Miss Brite Knows.' "
"Oh. I see." Aya didn't look like she saw. Her facial expression failed to change once during Gwendalyn's lecture.
"People aren't looking at you for sassy. They look at you for your simplicity. Your elegance. You're sophisticated! Like, dang! If I were into that, I'd ask to ball dance with you right now! 'Course, I'd need a fancy dress first, but that's not the point. The point is, you're unique. I have a good feeling you're going to revolutionize this industry. Frankly, I'm getting sick of these wannabes who just throw their chests and butts around. We, as idols, need to appeal to more demographics! So I'm going to help you do that! Sound good?"
Aya looked deep in thought. Gwendalyn put forward a pretty convincing case. Aya was usually different, so she could handle different. It was settled. "Sounds good."
"Great! Don't worry, when I'm done with you, you'll feel like a completely different person! But first, we need to look at your moves. I know a great spot for practicing that no one... well, no one important... will ever see us. I think we're starting to get weird looks. Follow me!"
And so Gwendalyn started leading Aya to her perfect private practice spot.
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 25, 2016 2:53:36 GMT
Shopping District
"Oh no you don't! Ngaaaaaah!!"
Kawako pulled back on Mei even harder.
"Come on, we have enough wasabi at home! Besides, we wouldn't want you to get all roly-poly."
She jokingly prodded Mei in the belly.
"We can get wasabi after we've done some practice, right now is ANIME time though!"
With a grunt she continued her goal of pulling Mei towards the anime store.
ACD48
"Aw~ Thank mew, Aki-nyan."
Rin bowed, and gave Akira a huge smile.
"Let's see... It needs to be an idol no-one REALLY cares about, so we don't have a huge investigation. And so it'll be easier for the public to buy they just, you know, took the easy way to the top. Though, they have to have some level of popularity... Someone who HAS a reputation for us to destroy... Hmm..."
Rin picked up her phone and began scrolling through the most in-depth idol sites.
"Hmmm... Oh! What's this?"
Her finger stopped on a flashy banner for some kind of event. Cool Girl Vs... M3l0-D? Who the heck was that? Still, she must be decently in the limelight for there to even BE an event with her being advertised. Actually, looking at this plain person...
Rin opened the Idolpedia page for Melody Urashima. Perfect. She held the phone out to Akira.
"Aw~! Let's pick this one, Aki-nyan~! Doesn't she just look perfect for it, dechu~?"
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 25, 2016 3:10:30 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
She looked at this... "M3l0-D" person. She squinted her eyes in confusion.
"This... This person is an idol? But... She... She looks so... Plain..."
"Well, either way..."
She perked back up right away.
"As long as there's blood and murder, involved, I'm happy~ After all, sounds like fun to me~"
"But.. The question is... What on earth are we going to do to find her, Rin-chan?"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 25, 2016 3:16:37 GMT
Shopping District
Mei was helpless to the sheer strength of Kawako-san and could do nothing but tag along. She reflexively pushes her back as Kawako prodded her in the stomach.
"Uwaaah! Don't do that Fummy-san! You know I'm trying my best to be on a diet."
She crossed her arms and blew up her cheeks to show her irritation. Except this ended up making her look like an adorable little furry dumpling with the winter coat she was wearing. She took a random assortment of needed items as Kawako-san dragged her closer and closer to the anime store.
"Fine, but we go straight to our practice area afterwards!" says Mei, pouting while holding a roll of duct tape and a box of surplus light bulbs. At least she had her priorities straight. Mostly. She she saw a stray bottle of wasabi on one of the discount shelves and reached out for it, grabbing it by the tip just before Kawako pulled her away.
Yosh. she thinks, happy with herself now.
Mei spends 25 dollars on Lightbulbs, duct tape, and wasabi.
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 25, 2016 5:23:26 GMT
Coolmeyer's Diner: A Highly Reputable EstablishmentThe first thing she did when she entered the building was reach out, grab the thermostat, and plummet the temperature to exactly 5 degrees Celsius. Cool. The door closed behind her as The Cool Girl slowly stepped into the extremely reputable diner. The building was quiet, with several patrons merely lingering around, as dead and silent as the fish floating belly-up in the aquarium. CG glanced over the regulars; some she knew as ex-idols, now past their prime and blowing the last of their earnings on scotch and drugs. One was face-down in a pile of nose candy; CG was told that she'd once been FLAIR, and held the top of the Charts for 16 consecutive weeks. Then she turned 30, and things had gone downhill from there. Her record was beaten shortly afterwards and she'd been a regular at Coolmeyer's ever since. "Well, well, you got yourself a venue, I see!" A voice came from nearby-- CG turned to see a woman with what appeared to be an entire bouquet of flowers on her head, wrapped in an exorbitant Elizabethan dress. She smiled at CG, her face stretching like a lizard's skin. "Yo, Auntie." Was all CG said. "Put on a good show, I hope. How much did you make? Oh, one second dear..." Auntie suddenly reached into her dress and extracted a bright red crowbar. She then produced a small napkin, spritzed it with a strange spray, and began wiping off the red. "Five hundred," CG answered. "Well... It's a start." Auntie said, dabbing the last of the red from the tool. Satisfied, she hung the crowbar on the nearby coatrack. "Oh, and when you see your father, tell him that his message was delivered." "Sure." With that, Auntie went behind the bar to fix herself a drink, while CG climbed the stairs to a door reading "Owner". "...Yes, REALLY. The Garbage Dump! Yeah, I know, the last several said the same thing, but honest to god, there are people performing there. Okay, well, I will get back to you when there is one that ISN'T a goddamn dump, but until then, TOUGH SHIT. You pay me to find shit for you, well this is what I found. Take it or leave it. ...That's what I thought." With that, Murphy Coolmeyer slammed down the phone back onto the cradle, letting out an exasperated sigh. The door clicked open, and CG stepped into the room. "...I'm home." Murphy nodded. "...You go to that venue?" "I did." "How was it." "Cool." Murphy didn't know what he expected from his daughter. 16 goddamn years and he still felt like he lived with a complete stranger. He never knew what was running through his daughter's head; she'd spent so many years scoffing at idols, turning her nose up at her fathers' work (which he admitted, wasn't a particularly respectable position anyways) and then on her 15th birthday, decided to announce that she'd be entering the business. Murphy didn't even stand a chance, and before he knew it, his only daughter was in the magazines. He wondered if this was karma. Payback for all the dirty dealings he'd made his living off of. After years of digging dirt on idols, now his own daughter was caught up in the damnable business. Was there some deeper motive for it, or just another one of her seemingly endless whims? Murphy couldn't even begin to know, and she certainly wasn't telling. CG walked past her father and into the back room. Murphy heard the click of the television, and the familiar blare of some popular TV show he didn't give enough of a shit to recognize. She would be in there for the rest of the day, likely. "Oh." Suddenly, the door swung open again, and CG stuck her head out once more. "...Auntie Blackrose says your message was received." With that, CG disappeared just as quickly as she had come. "..." Murphy sighed. "...Goddammit, can that woman just speak english for once?" 'Message was recieved'? The f*** does THAT mean? He TOLD her to go beat the info out of Maloney, kill him, and then bring back the crate of IDOL WEEKLY magazines! What the f*** did any of that have to do with a "message"!? Did she get the crate, did she kill Maloney? Goddammit, his sister drove him insane, and if it weren't for the fact that she could easily turn that goddamn crowbar on him, he would have had her swimming with a Chicago overcoat YEARS ago. Chicago... Huh. He forgot for a second that he lived in Sunrise Land. Whatever. He could deal with Blackrose later. For now, business needed to be attended to. Any second now, the phone might ring, and until then... He had a lot of cash to count. -- Dogyo Shopping DistrictIt was this day that Melody understood the true triumph of the human spirit. Her heavy groceries still weighing heavily on her thin ramen noodle arms, she managed to soldier on, that Idol Exercise finally coming in useful for something. She made it a good way down the street, headed for her apartment, and was getting pretty damn close, too. She'd never had to walk this far on her own through Dogyo-- Usually she just took the subway or a bus, but she still hadn't memorized the routes and didn't really feel like spending extra for a ticket, so hoofing it more than a 12-legged pony was the way to go! She was gonna be there soon; she'd texted Shigeru that she was on her way, and absolutely nothing would stop her now. So of course, something immediately stopped her. *Ring ring* *Ring ring*
Melody quickly stuffed one of the bags between her teeth as she pulled the phone from her pocket. "Hello?" "Yo! M3L0-D!" Oh it was Tips, this couldn't be good. "I just got up from my latest... pixie... stick... party... and I realized-- Hey, I haven't gotten you a venue in weeks! We need to fix that." "Oh, okay," Melody replied, rifling through her mental list of all the currently open venues. "When did you have in mind?" "Oh, about... Now." "Wha--??" Before Melody could finish, a bright bronze Tiburon pulled up beside her on the street, and lo and behold, the grand asshole himself rolled down the window and kicked open the door. "Oh, you got some props!" Tips said, quickly snatching the bags from her. "Good, good. I have your costume in the car, you can change on the way. Now let's DO this shit! Yeah! Idol Time!" Melody's eyes longingly darted towards her apartment. "A-are you sure we have to rig--" "Melody. MELODY." Tips said, taking a deep breath. "I am severely high right now and brimming with managerial energy. God knows when I'll be this combination of productive and manic for the next several weeks. We gotta do this NOW. While I still can't remember my first name or why I'm not wearing shoes." Oh god he wasn't. It didn't seem like Melody had a choice anymore. Tips was twitching like a rabid dog in a cold shower and people were already starting to notice them. Lazy.For some reason, the taunt emerged in her head once more, and Melody's fists tightened at the thought. "Alright, fine, let's go." She said, pushing Tips into the vehicle before any more people could stare. "Just... please don't remove any more clothing." "I make no promises. TONIGHT, TIPS IS FREE."
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 25, 2016 6:26:42 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
"Fu fu fu~" Rin breathed out her nose and smirked. "That's where I come in."
Rin retrieved her phone and scrolled through it. Pink with orange hearts all over it and way too many phonechains or whatever those ungodly things are called.
"When I first became an idol, my mother gave me a ton of tips. How to be kawaii, how to be moe, how to position yourself so people can see your underwear while still acting like you're completely innocent and naive, how to appeal to overweight middle aged otaku, and how to defend yourself from stalkers with only a standard kitchen knife."
She giggled and thrust the phone out again. The screen flashed the word '[Okaa-san]'.
"But most importantly who to turn to when you need info."
She turned the phone off and returned it to her backpack with a sigh, however.
"Of course, we'd need money. Info isn't cheap. So, we'd need to do some really cute shows first, dechunyan."
The Anime Store
"Hmm... Hmmmm... Do I wanna get the latest volume of Murder School or My Older Sibling Can't Be This Hip..."
Kawako browsed the latest volumes of manga, picking some out at random and then putting them back. Occasionally, she dropped them and glanced around quickly, hoping no-one saw her.
"Or maybe I should get a light novel. I've heard, like, things about The Superpowered Godlikebeing At Magic School... What do you think, Mei?"
She turned around to find a few students playing hooky from Kusogamine, chatting loudly as they looked at their phones.
"Yeah, like... I heard a shit ton of idols just... turned up."
"Really?"
"It was insane. Like, I have no idea how it happen-"
Kawako hit her fist to her hand, her eyes shining as the gears of determination turned in her head.
"Mei! Mei!!! I know what we're going to do!"
She grabbed Mei's hand once more and pulled her after her, only stopping to slam down $50 for the manga and the dvd she was shoving in her bag.
"If there's idol-ing going on, no way we can miss that! Come on, Mei! Times a-wasting!"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Apr 25, 2016 6:33:30 GMT
Anime Store
Just when Mei thought she could take a short breather after Kawako dragged her here, she starts going on about idols in Kusigamine Academy. And how they were going to go there right this instant.
"Wh-what? But Kawako-san, w-we've barely practiced and I don't think I'm ready f-" She stuttered, trying to back away from Kawako-san's range. But it was too late, the iron grip had once again found itself around Mei's arm and she was whisked away towards the school.
Mei mentally prepared herself for the oncoming performance.
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 25, 2016 6:38:46 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
"Ohohoho, I should've known you'd have a way to get information~ That's why you're the best, Rin-chan~"
She flashed a wide grin on her face.
"As for performances... Where should we go for that? Any places you have in mind?"
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Post by ramenigma on Apr 25, 2016 7:56:16 GMT
ACD48 "Office"
"Kusogamine Academy. Not far from here and they have a large stage in their auditorium. If we head there while they're on their lunch break, we should be able to take the stage for ourselves. Without disrupting anything, obviously. That could only end badly, dechu."
Rin smiled pleasantly and texted Akira a detailed map.
"Lead the way. I'll be right behind you, Aki-nyan~!"
Monster Dust Apartment
"Did you see how cool I was out there!?"
Kawako shouted to Mei from the shower. She'd been in there a while, but trash juice still clung to her skin. No matter how much soap she used, the fishy, stinky odor clung to her skin.
"I made anime real again! It was a really great performance. Oh man, that was great! I was so PUMPED! Wooh!!!"
She cheered and accidentally slipped on the soap and smacked her head against the shower, causing her to trip on the shower curtain and land facefirst in the toilet.
"Ow..." She pulled herself back up and rubbed her head and face. "Still... You were great out there too, Mei. Really cool..."
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Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Apr 25, 2016 8:12:07 GMT
Gwendalyn's car, on the way to her office:
"I KNOW, right? I'm totally calling it Doggy National Park from now on! Part of me wants to bring in a little chihuahua or something like that. It'd be adorable, right?"
"Chihuahuas are loud. You'll get thrown out." Aya's voice could barely be heard over the noises of the city. Car horns, bicycle bells, bicycle horns, car bells, swearing pedestrians, swearing cyclists, and pedestrian bells, just to name a few things.
"You know, you're kinda no fun." Gwen huffed as a cyclist darted out in front of her. She made sure to apply her horn generously.
"Oh. Sorry." Aya averted her gaze from Gwendalyn and just stared out her own window. She didn't actually seem that hurt, though. Weird.
"Alright, look." Gwen sighed. "I think it'd do you a world of good to loosen up a little bit, y'know? Just go crazy one of these days. See how you like it. You gotta promise me, 'kay?"
"...I'll think about it," was all Aya could say to the prospect.
"That's what I like to hear! Make sure I'm around to see you do it. I don't want you running around having an awesome time without me!" Gwendalyn steered her car into a huge parking lot next to a building with a big neon sign over it. Yup. That was an idol building, alright. "Alright! Now for the best part: finding a parking space that isn't two miles away from the building! Fun, right?"
"I don't think the parking lot is two miles across." Aya's response was quick.
"Oh, you know what I mean! Or was that an attempt at a joke? It's kinda hard to tell with you someti- ooh! There's one!" Soon, Gwen's car was parked, and the two girls were in Gwendalyn's office.
Gwendalyn's office:
"And here we are! Kick off your shoes, throw your coat anywhere, stay a while! I've learned not to expect people here, so the place is kind of a sty, but there's everything a girl needs to get her pop career popping!" To Aya, "kind of a sty," was an understatement. There was absolutely no organization to the place, with objects just laying around willy-nilly. There were lettuce leaves all over the desk, the armchair's cushion was off-center, and... was that a yogurt stain in the carpet?
"Okay, everything here should be pretty obvious. Here, we have the mirror, to make sure all of those poses are on point!" Gwendalyn caved into the opportunity to flash a few poses herself. They were pretty good. That was all Aya could say about them. "And here we have my desk. I get snacky sometimes, but here, I look for new songs and do accounting and all sorts of other boring stuff. Over this way, I clear a little area, set up this tripod here so I can record myself dancing. Mini-fridge over there is for refreshments, snacks, yogurt, and all of that fun stuff. I can't do carbs, though. Aaaand I think that's it. Come on over here."
Gwen beckoned Aya to the computer on her desk, where she connected her smartphone. A few clicks later, a low-quality video of Aya dancing in the Garbage Dump was displayed on the screen. Including all of those mishaps that seemed to happen whenever she was trying to take Gwen's advice.
"Okay, see that? You're trying too hard. You should just let your elegance come out naturally. Stray away from that hip-shaking nonsense the crowd hated, y'know?"
"The crowd was full of rats. I don't think they have opinions."
"You're killing me, here, Aya. So-"
"Oh. Sorry." Silence hung in the air again.
"Alright, enough joking around! So see this here. Why exactly are you ball-dancing with some random broom you found on the ground?"
"It was fun. Have you tried it?" When Aya asked the question, Gwendalyn merely pushed her bangs out of her face, seemingly signifying a 'yes.'
"Maybe when you get actual props or stage effects, you can ball dance with inanimate objects, but with something like that, it just looks... well... it looks kinda dumb. Gonna be honest here."
"Oh."
"But see, right here! You might be onto something right here! With your arms outstretched and stuff! Pose like that again!" Aya did so, and Gwen mimicked the pose. "Now, try lifting your leg like this..."
And this is pretty much how the practice session went for Aya and Gwen. They did lots of practicing. Take Aya's word for it.
"Whoo! Alright! I think that's about all we can cover for now with your... limited flexibility. Seriously, girl, how do you function with a body that stiff? It was nice to meet you, Aya! You should probably get home and get showered, though. You're stinking up my office!"
"Weren't you with me?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving, too. I like stench gas all over me about as much as you do. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here! Seeya soon, 'kay?"
"Okay." Aya picked up her coat, which was usually white, but somehow had become stained an unattractive brown during her mini-show, and left toward the cold January air. Gwendalyn, however, decided to stay put for just a little while longer...
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Post by melcaroni on Apr 25, 2016 8:20:00 GMT
Bachi Apartments:
Tip's car came to a halt just outside the apartment building-- And just as Shigeru had said, she could see their window, shattered, and cracks in the sidewalk where the fridge had apparently fallen. She still didn't want to know the context behind that.
"Thanks, sir," Melody said, thanking the driver as she pulled out her groceries. She glanced at Tip, briefly wondering if she should ask if he was alright. Then again, it was Tip. He would be fine so long as Melody still had debt to pay.
The bronze vehicle sped off, and Melody set her sights back on the new dilemma upstairs. Well, at least they had cash now. Melody's current earnings now totaled $656.87. Not bad, if she didn't say so herself. She'd wanted to stop by the store again and maybe get something for dinner, but the driver wasn't being paid to drive her anywhere but the Venues and home.
So there she was, returning home triumphant, still half in costume, with two bags full of miscellaneous garbage. She could hear Shigeru's cries up above and the buzzing of several bees-- Sometimes, it was those simple things in life that made it all worthwhile.
Whatever. She'd made it. She'd done a hard day's work, probably worked off twice her weight, and was gonna march up there, f*** up some bees, and have some really shitty instant ramen for dinner. But somehow, it all felt worth it. In the fucked up world of idols, it was good to have a place to call home.
Things had been rough since she first moved to Sunrise Land. She didn't know how things were gonna work out, and after the accident and all that debt, she wasn't sure what to do anymore. The idol gig had been... different, that's for sure. She'd always been told she had a pretty voice but never did she expect to actually put it to use. Science was her passion, not singing. Yet, tonight's performance had been pretty satisfying. She didn't know why, and maybe she was just too high on her success right now to notice anything else, but for once, she felt like maybe things weren't so bad.
And finally, the word "lazy" had all but vanished from her mind, not holding room enough even for her to scoff at.
Melody entered the building, called the elevator, and went home.
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Apr 25, 2016 9:45:53 GMT
ACD48 "Offices"
And so they returned, $500 richer.
"That... Could have gone better..." Akira said, with a slight frown.
She perked but up almost right away, though.
"But... We got our money! How much do we need for our information, anyways?"
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