necROMANTIC start!

[idolpro]

Who: necROMANTIC
Where: The necROMANTIC dorms
When: Day 355

[ 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. Or assign them to each other, really, no one's stopping you.

Once you've chosen your color (or, once it's chosen for you), your closets will unlock with 3 sets of fantasy medieval clothes fitted exactly to your size.

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

[in_justice]

[ a tall, kind of... well, if you happen to be someone best described as unjust, she might seem very friendly for some reason? otherwise she probably just looks a little grim. bronze-skinned, a little unearthly.

obviously she's putting her color in as black. duh ]

Well, if it's what I need to do.

[diesifkilled]

[fiddling with his phone as he walks into the common room, looking up info even while he absent-mindedly puts in a shade of blue for his colour

then just kind of freezing in response to something he sees and finally looking around at everyone else. actually it seems like he's looking for someone in specific?]

[junkheap]

[Wandering out into the common area in a very stupid tanktop and pj pants is this very tall, very scarred-up guy, rubbing his face with one hand while staring at his phone with the other.]

This seems like a pain...

[oldboned]

[ Looks like this guy has already chosen color and put on some different clothes. ]

necROMANTIC? That’s certainly a brand.

[ Listen he was here when it was called something else so! Color him intrigued.


Anyways, he can be found lounging somewhere near the color picking thing. ]

[in_justice]

...looking for someone?

[in_justice]

Well, it's better than the alternative, isn't it?

[in_justice]

[ considering... ]

You seem rather at ease with this.

[oldboned]

It's easy when you have done this song and dance already.

[oldboned]

What a face...

[in_justice]

Been here before, then?

You know, I thought I had a reasonable idea of what an "idol" is, but now I'm not sure.

[oldboned]

I have.

It depends on the definition of "idol" you are looking for, this place... "idol" seems just like a stick-on term. For me, at home... "idol" is what I am. A group who performs music. Simplistic if you think about it.

What exactly was your definition of "idol"?

[in_justice]

Well—a pop music thing, I guess?

That, or some kind of ancient item, but mostly a pop music thing I didn't pay much attention to.

[oldboned]

You're right, in my terms.

[in_justice]

I didn't think this would all be so...

[ waves a hand. ]

...silly.

[oldboned]

We won't be performing pop songs here. I can assure you of that.

[in_justice]

[ huffs, ]

Well, I'd hardly be good at that, anyway.

[oldboned]

Surely you doubt yourself.

[ charming bastard,, ]

[in_justice]

[ pause, ]

...I just know what I'm best at, and it is, apparently, what we're here to do.

[oldboned]

[ He laughs. ]

I was only teasing. I know what we're here to do and why. I never did manage to claw my way back up here after the last time.

[in_justice]

[ she pinches the bridge of her nose. ]

Sorry, I'm used to being the serious one out of everyone I know.

In that case, though, let's claw our way out properly, this time. There's someone I need to find.

[diesifkilled]

Huh? What's wrong with my face?

[diesifkilled]

...Don't worry about it.

[methanosarcina]

[ Miss Goth wanders out of her room and looks around, grumbling to herself. ]

What, this place again...? They didn't even put me on the same team as last time! How stupid.

[worldcup]

On another unit again, huh. . .

[ she says those words rather sadly with a sigh after speaking to herself; it's probably fine, though. ]

[oldboned]

You're thinking about something. What is it?