YOU-kai start!

[idolpro]

Who: YOU-kai
Where: The YOU-kai dorms
When: Day 355, morning

[ You all wake up in bed with your smartphone at your bedside, all of you in your sleepwear, with a message on your phone.

Good morning, newly departed guest stars! You've got new co-stars to meet, a new dorm to explore, and the television in the main room with the "names" of everyone in your unit with flashing empty boxes next to them, waiting for you to each assign yourself a personal color as well as a mythological creature (if that is available to you—some of you will have that option grayed out). Or assign them to each other, really, no one's stopping you.

Once you've chosen your color and creature (or, once it's chosen for you), your closets will unlock with 3 sets of traditional Japanese clothing fitted exactly to your size. Additionally, upon choosing your creature, you might find yourself suddenly with some new appendages (check Player Notes).

Also, the front door is currently locked. It looks like you actually have no choice but to get to know each other for an hour or two before those open up. ]

Comments

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[A sort of average-looking man who most notably has a sallow, sickly look to him, though he seems energetic enough.]

That's one way of putting it! This is going to be interesting...

[soakedinsin]

Be quite an event if hell was boring, eh?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Hate to break it to you, but the Underworld is boring. 'S why I try not to spend too much time there if I can help it.

[soakedinsin]

What're you, some underworld messenger then?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[laughs, loud and wild]

AHAHAHA, yeah, sure, something like that! The message I usually bring is time's up, motherfucker.

[soakedinsin]

Saying you're death itself's a bit rich, isn't it?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

I usually bring it in the form of a knife in the neck, so I wouldn't go that far.

[soakedinsin]

Plenty of blokes go that way, or kill that way, don't usually give themselves the nickname of grim reaper.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

I mean, I wouldn't, and I didn't, because Grim Reaper is a fucking boring title. But I am an agent of death and oblivion, chosen of the void, one who dwells among the wretched, etc., you get the idea.

[soakedinsin]

[Seven hells that is so edgey he literally doesn't know what to do with it.
















]

S'that right?

[Nailed it.]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[listen, take it up with his boss(es)]

Is that doubt I sense? You wound me, guy. That's really hurts, like, right here.

[pats himself over the heart]

[soakedinsin]

Nah, just wondering what you do for fun, you know, when you're not dwelling among the wretches?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[laughs like this is a funny question, just hilarious, an absolute knee-slapper]

There's always work for a good knife.

[soakedinsin]

[Sir?]

Getting the feeling downtime's not in your vocabulary then.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

What can I say, I'm a workaholic!

[soakedinsin]

Well, as long as we're all working on the same goal doesn't make much difference to me.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

See, that's the spirit. The only thing that matters is coming out on top.

[soakedinsin]

Hmm...

[Not really an agreement but not a disagreement]

[carrionmywaywardsun]

What, you object to getting out of hell free or something?

[soakedinsin]

Never said that. Not against getting my hands dirty to win either, to an extent.