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COOKING SHOW EVENT - WILD CITY
[ Hm, what's this?
Whatever you were doing before, you're sent to the Game Tower now. It looks like you're the only ones here, though—?
Everyone who shows up is given a unit-themed cooking apron before being ushered onto a circular stage that divides itself into twelve sections—each section is a kitchen for the corresponding unit, though only WILD CITY's is lit up.
The center is the judging table, though there aren't any hosts there. Instead, there is what looks to be a disco ball with a number of people with imeeji idol merchandise and signs—are they fans? Some of them are holding signs like "WILD ♥ LOVE" or otherwise drawn pictures of your respective theme animals. Their merchandise are easier to parse than their faces—if you concentrate they might be distinct for just a moment, but they'll fade into the recesses of your mind as soon as you look away, even if you've got a photographic memory. These are . . . fans? The fans are the judges, maybe?
That feels a little weird, doesn't it? To finally see their faces—not really, given how you can't concentrate, but—
Oh. Maybe you didn't expect to feel that way. No—is this feeling really yours. . . ?
You'll find, as soon as another member of your unit enters the stage, a strange sense of something filling your mind—like there's someone else with you, sharing that same space with you. You can't read their thoughts, not quite, but—their emotions? You can feel every single one of them.
You might try to shut the emotions out, but it's impossible to shut them out for long—the more you try, the less effective it becomes and the more sensitive you become, as though they were well and truly your feelings.
. . . And you're supposed to cook like this? ]
Whatever you were doing before, you're sent to the Game Tower now. It looks like you're the only ones here, though—?
Everyone who shows up is given a unit-themed cooking apron before being ushered onto a circular stage that divides itself into twelve sections—each section is a kitchen for the corresponding unit, though only WILD CITY's is lit up.
The center is the judging table, though there aren't any hosts there. Instead, there is what looks to be a disco ball with a number of people with imeeji idol merchandise and signs—are they fans? Some of them are holding signs like "WILD ♥ LOVE" or otherwise drawn pictures of your respective theme animals. Their merchandise are easier to parse than their faces—if you concentrate they might be distinct for just a moment, but they'll fade into the recesses of your mind as soon as you look away, even if you've got a photographic memory. These are . . . fans? The fans are the judges, maybe?
That feels a little weird, doesn't it? To finally see their faces—not really, given how you can't concentrate, but—
Oh. Maybe you didn't expect to feel that way. No—is this feeling really yours. . . ?
You'll find, as soon as another member of your unit enters the stage, a strange sense of something filling your mind—like there's someone else with you, sharing that same space with you. You can't read their thoughts, not quite, but—their emotions? You can feel every single one of them.
You might try to shut the emotions out, but it's impossible to shut them out for long—the more you try, the less effective it becomes and the more sensitive you become, as though they were well and truly your feelings.
. . . And you're supposed to cook like this? ]
Re: adrenaline/fear
Re: adrenaline/fear
Well, it set pretty much everything else that followed. For better or worse.
[Its]
[Complicated feelings.]
[There is a resolution, a certainty of purpose, but also regret s and pain.]
Re: adrenaline/fear
I'd like to see more memories of yours sometime. Not when we're kind of under the gun, but... if you'd like to.
Re: adrenaline/fear
Huh? Oh. Well, I could. I have some cool ones.
Re: adrenaline/fear
I would think so! Did you two fight together? I bet that's a sight to behold.
Re: adrenaline/fear
We did! I've remembered it a few time. Dragon Hunters reeeeally want us dead or at least imprisoned for exploitation. Depend who we run into.
[He is more Put Upon describing that. Fear is minimal.]