idolpro | AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

AlcheME! - SATURDAY NOON PST

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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..........................A-ah?

[ WITH NO EXPLANATION, ]

I'll do isolation instead, actually!

Isolation it is then! Please share something heart pounding with us!

Is isolating heart-pounding?

[ going to crush an ice cube for the memory share.

W is maybe 11 in it and waking up in an infirmary. the room is clean and the window (frosted glass)(with security bars) lets in bright afternoon sunlight. he's not hooked up to any wires or tubes or anything; this doesn't seem to have been an emergency infirmary visit. he does wince when he sits up, though.

no one is in the infirmary waiting for him to wake up, or left flowers or anything. the room is empty and clean except for one thing.

a small bundle of 8x11" letter size paper, stapled neatly in the corner, is on the table beside him. he reads it with a blank expression (it appears to be a report, with handwritten notes inserted in blank spaces between printed words), puts it down, sighs, and gets up.

the memory ends. ]

So, see, the isolation is because I was the only one in the room, yeah.