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idol simulator 2kxx » round 02
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
You can call and text one another
Retained corruptions are cosmetic
Welcome to the music industry, probationary idols. You’ve got a lot of work to do.

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And this?
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W - What is that?
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It'd be easier to forget about all that, right?
Would you ignore my corpse too?
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[She takes a step back.
[This is making no sense at all. It is making far too much. There's something missing, isn't there?]
I - Levi-kun... it's not like that between us. It can't be. I'm an idol, I can't... I'd lose my job...
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That guy -- is a loyal idiot. He probably wouldn't do the same.
[ She flips once more in the camera roll -- to the video by the other Wednesday. ]
How about her? Are you going to abandon her?
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[You did.
[No.]
W-who's that?
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[ She steps forward to cancel out Wednesday's step back, leaning in until there's barely any space between them, noses all but touching. ]
He's not just a friend.
And I'm not either, or I wouldn't do this, would I?
[ Will kissing work?
Fuck, she's desperate, so that's what's happening now. ]
/3?
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[It's not real. It can't be real. They don't look right, they don't speak right, they know no more about themselves than she knew, which is nothing very much: Ayumi's done with all this, she knows that. Ayumi can't be out there now, singing and dancing like she's seven years old again and nothing's changed--
[And bears, and the ghostly fingers of girls she remembers all wrong, and blood.
[Something was breaking already, and now it shatters back into a million little lies--none of them, on their own, anything she can believe in at all.]
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[Because she slumps in your arms, and you can feel her tears on your fingertips.]
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Her arms shift, tail flicking, to support the shift in weight. She pulls back only a little, ears lowered. ]
. . . Are you finally awake?
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[Her shoulders shake as she clings to you.]
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. . . Yeah. Okay.
Let's go home.