Fanmail the First - Day 29

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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. ]


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

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To Taisho Roman Revolution

[idolpro]

One day, Yashitragi fucking ate shit and died. That was the end of that. Well, no -- because everyone was very sad. Everyone mourned the death of this absolute shithead, this complete dickbag. One woman in particular grieved harder than anyone, mostly by drinking a bunch of alcohol and then pissing on his grave.

Her name was Santa Muerte, among other things. She pretended at first she didn’t care -- but, well, she did. Nobody was surprised -- despite the animosity between them it was clear to everyone but each other that they cared deeply for each other. The families both pitched in and came together for the funeral and wake. They ate, they drank, they loved, they cried.

As Santa spent the days after flitting about, danubing from one task to another, keeping herself busy to keep her mind off the loneliness clawing at her insides (because of course while she had her entire family, she was greedy), she decided that maybe -- just maybe...she should go talk to him. It was a bit too late to do so, wasn’t it? It was something she should’ve done forever ago. What was left of him to talk to?

Well, she wasn’t going to be deterred by things like “logic”, and so with some recommendations from her family (who ran a flower shop, coincidentally), she ran off to his grave with a bundle of flowers. After all, this time -- well, this time she should bring him an actual gift, right? If they were going to have a real talk.

She waited outside the Taisho mausoleum for literally fucking ever. Too many people visiting various dead. Every time someone came out, she slipped out of view. Nobody could know she gave a shit, even though everyone already did. Eventually, as night began to fall, the coast was clear. She walked in, making her way to his tomb.

She threw the flowers on it his coffin unceremoniously, a bundle of marigolds and foxgloves. Barely holding back tears, she kicked the marble dias the coffin sat on to steady herself. It hurt -- in fact, she was pretty sure she fucking broke her foot.

But it didn’t matter. He had to know. He had to know her true feelings. “Okay. Listen. Yasuragi, you stupid fucking idiotic piece of shit, you garbage human being, you fucking cumrag dipshit fuckhead cockgoblin pomegranate -- “

The litany of curses that followed was heard for miles, bound in leather, and sold as a dangerous occult artifact that killed all its owners mysteriously for centuries afterwards.

But at least they found true love before they died.

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* In the language of flowers, foxglove means “insincerity”.
* In medieval gardens dedicated to Mother Mary, foxglove was called “Our Lady’s Gloves” or “gloves of the virgin”.
* In Mexican culture, marigold symbolizes the sacred death, and is used in reverence thereof.
* In the language of flowers, marigold means “despair”.