idol simulator 2kxx » round 01

[idolpro]

For a long, suspended moment, you don’t know where you are.

And then, you find that you do.

Opening your eyes, you’ll find that wherever you were a moment ago you’re now in an unremarkable room in an unremarkable building, dressed in unfamiliar clothes.



You are understood to be human
You have your cell phone
You have no weapon
You cannot use unit powers
Retained corruptions are cosmetic

Welcome to the music industry, probationary idols. You’ve got a lot of work to do.

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meeting room

[wefoundwonderland]

Welcome to ◯◯ Talent Agency! You find yourself in a meeting room in a modern office building, sat around a large central table. The walls are empty save for a large whiteboard with an introductory greeting written on it, and a few colorful posters promoting idol units. Five upturned tea cups and a teapot sit in the middle of the table. In front of each of your places is a piece of paper on which a short list has been printed, reading:

Agenda for Probationary Idols

Orientation – Meeting Room

Hair and Make-Up – Dressing Room

Photoshoot and Interview – Photo Studio

Make your Debut – Stage

Chisato, a petite, self-possessed girl with long fair hair, stands by the side of the whiteboard looking for all the world as if she expects something from you. Wednesday sits in a chair by the wall, fidgeting with her cell phone.

When you are ready to move on, you can go out into the Agency Corridors.

talk to wednesday

[wonderlandgirl]

Wednesday is elegantly made-up and dressed for the stage, in a sweet, ruffled pink-and-white dress. Her hair is in pigtails, tied up with twin white bows.

It might take a moment or two to place what is missing: she looks exactly as she did the day she first arrived in Tokyo-F. The feathers round her eye, the scales on her neck, the ball-jointed fingers of her left hand are all gone. She looks quietly younger, she looks subtly happier.

talk to chisato

[wefoundwonderland]

When approached directly, it becomes obvious that Chisato is more than just pale. She looks washed out, ghostly, like a girl in a picture on a forgotten wall. It’s most pronounced in her hands, when she moves them: the tips of her fingers sometimes seem almost transparent.

Re: meeting room

[bondsofsuffering]

[Well that's neat.

He's immediately picking up the teacups and teapot, pouring himself a cup, getting a feel for the quality of the props here.]

Re: meeting room

[420blazeit]

[ she's going to look at those promotional posters. ]

Re: meeting room

[420blazeit]

[ when she's finished here she's going to head into the AGENCY CORRIDORS! ]

Re: meeting room

[bondsofsuffering]

[He's back! What's new, crew.]

corridors

[wefoundwonderland]

The corridors you step into are long, white, overlit and entirely empty, but lined with posters and headshots promoting the agency’s talent. You’ll probably see your own face once or twice if you look out for it. Other than the posters and a couple of fire extinguishers in wall brackets, there’s really not a lot to mark it out from any other corridor in any other modern office block – though that might be a curiosity in itself.

There is a door behind you leading back into the Meeting Room.

There are labelled doors further along the corridor: the first leads into the Dressing Room, the second the Photography Studio. A sign on the wall points toward the Stage, at the far end.

There is a small door marked Maintenance Staff Only.

Re: corridors

[420blazeit]

[ ...ok, she remembers the rules, but that door is basically calling out to her. ]

[ SHE'S GOING TO LOOK UP AND DOWN THE HALL to see if the coast is clear and, if it is, she'll be making her way over to the maintenance staff only door. sorry chisato. ]

Re: corridors

[bondsofsuffering]

[He's taking a quick peek into the rooms just to locate which one has a computer so he can go into that one first.]

Re: corridors

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ So Senpai was going to try to be good, but

the "Maintenance Staff Only" sign has him curious. ... One small detour couldn't hurt anything right?

GOING IN. ]

Re: corridors

[420blazeit]

[ she heads to the dressing room. ]

dressing room

[wefoundwonderland]

Are you ready for your debut? Of course you’re not. You may be in costume, but you can’t go out on stage like that! Fortunately, here in the Dressing Room, ◯◯ Talent Agency have laid on everything you need to ensure you’re fully prepared. Brushes and boxes of cosmetics are arranged in front of the illuminated mirrors, and a pile of letters in colorful envelopes and small, gift-wrapped packages sit on the one of the tables next to a large bouquet of flowers and a pile of glossy magazines.

A member of Agency Staff in an apron stands by the mirrors, waiting to help out with hair and make-up. Wednesday’s bandmate Hina sits in one of the chairs, brushing her shoulder-length hair – but she starts and puts the brush down as you walk in, turning to you with a smile.

The main exit leads back into the Corridors. An adjoining door leads into the Photography Studio.

There is a door to the side of the room marked Private.

talk to hina

[wefoundwonderland]

Up close Hina seems to flicker slightly, like old film stock, constantly shifting images layered on top of one another. Sometimes a glimpse of another girl entirely can be seen – long-haired, sober – but in an eyeblink or two, she is gone.

Re: dressing room

[bondsofsuffering]

[First he's checking out the room! How solid is... uh, everything?]

Re: dressing room

[420blazeit]

[ she's going to take a short break and upload a bunch of her photos from her photo to her feed. like, all of them. sorry everybody. you get to see her with a dead body. ]

[ then she'll go over to get all made up~ need to look fab when she starts ranting & raving on stage like a lunatic about bears. ]

photography studio

[wefoundwonderland]

The Photography Studio is a long, brightly-lit room with white-painted walls, its windows blocked with blackout blinds. Two couches and a coffee table are pushed up against one side wall; the other is lined with a high wooden desk, on which two computers sit idling. Aside from that, the only visible decor comes in the form of lights, camera equipment, and a long, pristine-white drape reaching from the ceiling and rolled out across the wooden floor.

A tall, white-haired girl, Eve, is sat on a chair in front of the cameras, dressed in chic casual clothes and a black felt hat. A young Interviewer waits on one of the couches, holding a notepad and pen. A member of Agency Staff stands to one side.

The main exit leads back into the Corridors. An adjoining door leads into the Dressing Room.

There is a door at the rear of the room labelled No Entry.

interview time

[wefoundwonderland]

The interviewer jerks into motion at your approach. The longer you spend looking at her, the more obvious it becomes how stilted her gestures are, how mechanical. Her eyes, when they blink, are doll’s eyes; her skin is porcelain-smooth; her smile painted on, unwavering.

backstage

[wefoundwonderland]

So, are you ready for your debut? Waiting in the wings for your time to go onstage, maybe it’s all starting to feel uncomfortably real now. Backstage everything is dark and cramped: there’s not a lot to see or do here except wait for your time in the spotlight and listen to the leftover music spilling from the stage, where a group of young women in frilly white dresses are dancing and singing an upbeat song.

A member of Agency Staff is watching over the stage.

There is a door back to the Corridors at the bottom of a small flight of stairs. In the shadows, a Ladder leading up to a series of catwalks is just visible.

There are Fire Escapes in both the left and right wings.

Re: backstage

[bondsofsuffering]

[Neat.

What if he goes up the ladder.]

onstage

[wefoundwonderland]

Time to shine.

There’s a hush as you step out onto the stage, and then the cheers redouble, washing over you like breakers at the shore.

You can leave the stage through the wings to Backstage.

The lights are nearly blinding – but you can, if you squint, see out into the Auditorium before you.

Re: onstage

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ okay so who or what is out there in the audience exactly?

if it's not a bunch of nerds in kigus, what even's the point wednesday ]

control box

[wefoundwonderland]

You climb the ladder and cross a high, narrow catwalk into the Control Box, a small, glass-fronted booth looking out across the auditorium to the stage. It is illuminated only by the glow of LED lights and computer screens, the flickering light casting strange shadows over the walls and bathing the veiled, black-clad figure sat at the sound board in an eerie glow. The walls are covered in posters and hand-written memos, including a set list, pinned to a cork board at the rear of the room.

The only exit leads out to the catwalks and down the ladder to Backstage.

Re: control box

[bondsofsuffering]

[He waves cheerfully at the veiled figure and snaps a photo of them before he begins checking out the memos and whatnot.]

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[wefoundwonderland]

You stand in the grand lobby of a forgotten home: vast, empty, echoing and falling to ruin. Paint peels in curling, scale-like flakes from damp walls, and tendrils of vine wind their way along rotting balustrades, their uprights working themselves loose in their fittings. The stairs are buckled and creaking, the air stale with damp and rot. The atrium is dominated by a large fountain, a vast flowering tree sprouting from its basin. Its twisting branches stretch up and out through a shattered wrought-iron skylight, seeking the sun. Broken glass and iron spars lie scatted across the tiled floor.

The ghostly figure of a young woman can be seen sitting quietly on the edge of the fountain.

At the top of the grand staircase, a single door is set incongruously in a bare wooden wall like the reverse side of a stage set, scored across its lengths with support struts and seams. There is a barred gate on the left-hand side of the lobby and a heavy set of wooden doors on the right-hand side. The front doors are thrown open. Another, smaller set of stairs leads downward.

talk to h̢̜̬̬e̛̟͇r̜̦͘

[wefoundwonderland]

The woman is frankly and flatly wraithlike – skin translucent, her tendrils of her hair, like her loose skirts, caught and shifting in an unseen breeze. Her hands are in her lap, resting loosely over the hilt of a spectral knife, dried blood cobwebbed across the blade. Her eyes are hollow, shadowed with the marks of fatigue; her shoulders slumped: she is the weariest woman in the world, and her tired eyes flicker disinterestedly across you.

She bears all Wednesday’s corruptions - the feathered lashes, the ball-jointed arm filigreed with patterns, the starry eyes – and the scar from a rope burn is conspicuously visible across her throat.

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[wefoundwonderland]

The chapel might have been peaceful once; now it is simply sad. As tumbledown as the rest of the house, with pools of sunlight spilling from the damaged roof, it stands empty of almost everything that made it what it is. A handful of pews remain, a few heavy velvet hangings, a font with a cracked basin containing an inch or two of rainwater: the altar is bare save for a cross and two candlesticks. The walls are lined with family vaults decorated with elaborate stone carvings, one of which is missing its closing slab. The far wall is bare wood lined with seams and struts, with the large central window formed not of glass, but cardboard, painter’s tape, and cellophane.

A black-veiled figure stands behind the altar, hands crossed upon their chest. A body lies in the middle of the aisle.

You can go back through the double door into the Lobby.

A side door labelled Vestry is visible beneath a torn velvet drape.

Re: c̠̖͖͈͓͟ͅh̫͙͟a҉̻̰̠̮̦̱ͅp̮̩̼̻̟̮e͙͢ļ̲͕̝̬

[bondsofsuffering]

[Well this is totally cool and normal.

Going to... slowly... approach the body in the middle of the aisle. Just enough to check it out.]

g̠̙̟a̟͡r̛d̰̯̻̘̥̠͞e̪̹͚̜̯̦͓n̠̮̗̭͈̥͇s̞

[wefoundwonderland]

The garden is cool as a winter morning, the low sun shining through mist, casting long shadows across the overgrown flowerbeds and the cracked and lichened cobblestones, burnishing the dark water of the long-forgotten pool. An old apple tree stands at the top of a low flight of stairs, its boughs hung heavy with fruit and flowers. Beyond it – a series of theatrical flats placed one behind the other, painted to resemble an overgrown lawn, a tumbledown temple, a stand of shadowy trees.

A black-veiled figure is bent over one of the flowerbeds, slowly and patiently turning the earth. A body lies at the foot of the stairs.

You’re not alone out here. Over the sound of leaves stirring in the trees and the harsh cries of strange birds, you can hear the snuffling and sighing of beasts and, in the distance, see the creatures’ shadows moving slowly between the flats.

You can go back through the front doors into the Lobby.

There are two Wicket Gates in the overgrown fence that borders the pool.

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[420blazeit]

[ ...hm. can she bury the bodies here? without going too much further? she's not interested in getting ambushed while doing this. ]

b͈̤̰͇͎̣͈e̘̦͉̻̱̖̫a͚͙͓̘͟ͅr̯̭s͓̥̬͍̥̜͖!͚̜̣͚ͅ

[wefoundwonderland]

Yes.

Yes, those are real bears pacing between the painted flats.

Those are real bears, and they’ve spotted you. Their heads come up, their beady black eyes swiveling; their nostrils flare as they catch your scent; snorting and snapping their jaws, they pad heavily down through the alleyway of scenery, heading straight for you.

If you’re lucky, you might be able to lure them after you. You’ll have to be luckier still if you’re planning on fighting them.

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[420blazeit]

[ she grabs her iron bar and heads back the way she came. she'll be heading straight into the hell house to try to escape the bears. also, sorry older!wednesday, that you have to probably see this. ]