Taisho Roman Revolution

[idolpro]

[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

Comments

[syncintohell]

Tch! Tch! Tch! I am not arguing the point, simply lamenting it!

[hashtagaesthetic]

Fair. It's shitty all around.

[syncintohell]

[ A tense raising of the chin in agreement, not able to bring himself to voice anything else with the focus of arguing his point gone and now he has to mostly focus on looking like he's not going to vibrate out of his skin or have a panic attack. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[oh honey sssslowly reaches over to set a hand on his shoulder, entirely dodgeable.]

[syncintohell]

[ Jumps slightly with the hand on his shoulder, and more aware he's being watched straightens up and tries to hold his composure, crossing his arms and closing his eyes ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[well that was not his intent but best to leave it, probably. he doesn't move his hand tho.]

[syncintohell]

[ It's. Appreciated, to a certain extent.

It's keeping him from entirely going into a panic fugue state. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[then it's something!!]