princess maker - future is now

[idolpro]

[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find the room inside looks like the living room of a mansion. There are several doors, but one in particular stands out to you: it is ornately decorated, the very door's wood itself carved beautifully with gold etched in to make luxurious patterns depicting what looks like the sky and the wind blowing through the grasslands. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.

The room is painted baby blue and a gold-plated cradle sits in the room. Inside, a baby cries - high pitched and noisy, though immediately a nurse comes in to rock the child back to sleep. ]

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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby sits up, trying to climb out of her cradle; a little toddler dressed prettily with expensive clothes beams pleasantly; a tantrum, thrown by the little girl who's distressed; the little girl holding a puppy, pleased as punch; then the wall becomes opaque. ]

[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 sits on a chair, smiling at you. a golden retriever is curled up beside her.

This is your little girl. you couldn't help spoiling her, honestly - after all, she's a noble too, and she should like to become a princess as well. She deserves it! But you also know, with how your history's gone, she's going to have to work to get to the top. Still, you have faith in her - she's your girl, after all. ]

Comments

[hexsplosive]

Sigh! And we worked so hard to clear her reputation the last time she was the subject of such rumors.

[nohalation]

You did good work! You can do it again!

[hexsplosive]

The difference being that Primmy has a knack for grifting. Her little paramour, on the other hand. . .

[nohalation]

Oh nooooooooo. We better teach him quick!

[hexsplosive]

Or to point out how dreadfully unfair it is for her to carry all of his weight. Perhaps then she’ll ditch him!

[nohalation]

Hmmm, but he seems to be her friend now.

[hexsplosive]

And? Some friends aren’t good friends.

[nohalation]

[?????????]

[looks at her as if she said something completely weird]

[hexsplosive]

. . . oho. You seem confused.

[nohalation]

I guess so . . .

[hexsplosive]

[reachss up to pat her head]

Don’t worry about it. Whatever choice is made, it’ll be dear Primmy’s.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So she has a choice to make. Get him to become more than the useless piece of garbage he is now or take the fall with him.

[hexsplosive]

So it seems. And we are big on letting her make her own choices.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. We are.

I'm not raising a fucking puppet monarch!

[hexsplosive]

Then we can’t tell her what to do. Only advise her to contemplate what she cares about most: this fool of a boy, or her future.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

There might be a way for her to have her cake and eat it, too.

Bell suggested we catch them in the act. That will at the very least force their hand.

[hexsplosive]

Oho! How dastardly! But better us than the man, riiiight?

And forcing their hand may be a wake up call for them both.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I take it you're on board then.

I was thinking you and I would go. Wouldn't want to risk the whole unit in case something goes wrong.

[hexsplosive]

Count me in! The school of hard knocks begins with Professors Intensity and Infinity.