Fanmail the Forty-Second

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[ Fanmail will be found in big boxes full of letters in the lobby, to be easily found by anyone who's walking by if the box isn't pulled quick enough. Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.

Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.

Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.

Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)

Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]

LiliS
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone

Comments

Re: Hurricane

[(Anonymous)]

[AND THE ANGELS SING HALLELUJAH, a slick-looking, stylishly-drawn, monochrome noir comic featuring Hurricane and Nemesis as detectives. The pair are hunting the prime suspect in a spate of serial killings: a well-connected politician with mob ties. The politician is basically a pseudo-Lovecraftian tentacled horror in a suit. The head of the mob is also a horror in a snappy hat and a long coat. In fact, all of the crooks and gangsters in this city seem to just be weird monsters? Nobody ever comments on how many eyes the crooked congressman has, why the head of the local mob can hinge back his head to reveal rows and rows of sharp serrated teeth, or why the lead enforcer has tentacles where his face should be. Fortunately, no special measures are required to deal with the threat, and everyone present proves equally susceptible to being riddled with hot lead.]