future is now

[idolpro]

[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a car.

You're wearing raggedy versions of your uniform/servant uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly levelled to the ground, with few survivors.

But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you?

...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.

Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]

Comments

[resonantblue]

I am offended Medusa even needs to ask what qualities you possess, and I am offended you suggested there are none, when clearly Angel and I have shared several many.

[arealeyeopener]

That's a lot of offended.

[resonantblue]

If I had a daily limit on feeling "offended" I would have reached it just now.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Good thing we don't believe in limits.

[resonantblue]

[nods firmly]

We should never limit ourselves—especially not our feelings.

[arealeyeopener]

Intensity loves limitless feelings.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[SHINE LOVES HEADLOCKS.

It's like a headpat.

ONLY BETTER]

[arealeyeopener]

HUSBAND NO

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

SWEET PEA YES

[arealeyeopener]

PUDDING PLEASE

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Head








pats]

[arealeyeopener]

NOT YOU TOO!!!!!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Hmmm. Angel was right.

You are the perfect height for this.

[arealeyeopener]

NO

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes~