idolpro | Yvette's super fun spy simulator: Session II

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!ideal world

Yvette's super fun spy simulator: Session II

Objective: Convince Yvette to leave the Ideal World.
The following is ICly known:

Unit abilities are off
Yvette is actively trying to sabotage players
One tactic is making interaction "pay for play," using memories, specifically those of Yvette. (max 5)
False memories will not be accepted as Payment.
Alternate Payment is negotiable, but will also result in forgetting what is paid (roll 1d6 with a score of 4 or higher for an accepted alternate payment)
Use of force is highly inadvisable, and the condition for success is extremely low. Failure will result in a false memory.
Your smartphone works, and can be used to document inconsistencies in the Ideal World.

tl;dr The more evidence you collect, the more convincing you are; memories can be used to fast track, but if they run low, you get mindfucked.
All things lost or received during the game will be reversed upon waking or within one IC day, at player’s discretion. The character does not know this ICly.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Well if the piano keys move on their own he'll follow along curiously, but probably gets bored of that pretty quickly and switches to inspecting stuff nosily--opening up the piano bench when he notices there's hinges.]

Inside the Piano Bench is a sheet of music staff paper. Those without musical inclinations will still be able to make a comparison to the crisp, regimented lines of printed music resting on the music stand– a clear indication that this is not how it should be written.

There’s a shaky quality to it, as though the person who had put it on paper was struggling to hold the pencil. Even the small dots of the music notes aren’t filled in consistently.

Those who can read sheet music will notice that this piece is arranged for the right hand only.

[This doesn't seem like evidence of a fake world but he figures he'll take a picture anyway. Sets this on the music stand with the other piece.]

Upon picking up the sheet music, a memory plays.

It’s been two years since she’s seen Chrysanthemum.

He’s older, his face has lost some of the cute boyish roundness she recalls, though it’s hard to differentiate the passing of time from his deteriorating condition.

And yet, his fragile body has done absolutely nothing to dull his sass.

He pretends he doesn’t remember her, nonchalantly tells her to come back later, even though she literally crossed an ocean early that morning to see him for just a few hours.

There's comfort in that familiar attitude, and she can't help the warmth in her chest as she watches him write out an arrangement as steadily as he can. He tells her his left hand is paralyzed and his vision fades in and out, she knows things will only get worse from there.

The song he plays is beautiful, but the moment is bittersweet.

No amount of hard work can reverse his condition.

Nothing she changes about herself will change his situation.

Not even the love in her heart can stop the inevitable end.

The only thing she can do is pray that his dream he has for others will live on after he has passed, and that his last days on earth may be peaceful ones.