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trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
Welcome.
Rise and shine. There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long. You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing. It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people by now, and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now. Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're not getting out of here anytime soon. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that. Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here. So relax and get to know your fellow Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile. |
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A-ah...well, those ages are more than likely just typos, I would guess, but...
[Girl, you are angry as shit and she's not sure if she wants to fuck with that.]
The rest, I'm not sure? [She tries to maintain a bit more of a calming tone.] But it's...not a good idea to panic, in a situation like this.
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[ She's quieting down a little, but that fire's definitely still there. She doesn't mean to snap, but-- ]
And I almost don't even want to give it the time of day, but between this and everything else, it's not exactly like we have much of a choice, and God, does that piss me off!
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It's--it's possible that all of this is just to mess with us. And even then, they aren't doing a very good job of it...
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[ ...Ugh, though. The girl seems nice enough. To have made her flinch makes her feel bad...
She takes a deep breath, and looks away, a bit red in the face from the yelling. Her temper, right...
She doesn't apologize, but she at least lowers her voice. ]
In a situation like this, you don't have much of a choice but to take everything at face value. And that's what's making me angry.
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...I understand that. But I think that would apply more for the rules than the profiles themselves. I can at least assure you I don't recognize why some of these things are on mine, so...
[It's a possibility.]
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[ She practically spits the words out. There's no harm in revealing this, since nothing on it is particularly incriminating, but there's clear disdain as she confirms: ]
Everything on mine is right. Even if most people have fake information on theirs, whether it's obvious or not, it doesn't explain why mine's correct.
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It could just be a fluke, Kirisaki-san. Unless you happen to have an idea of who might have done this? Someone who would be weird enough to try something.
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[ Three years in Japan, and she still dislikes them. -Sans and -chans and -kuns...
That gives her pause, though. Her family has enemies, that much is just a fact. Still, her profile doesn't mention the mafia at all, thankfully, and that's something she'd prefer to keep under wraps if she can help it. And not only that, it seems irrelevant; all 34 other people seem completely unconnected, judging off the profiles. These are names she's never heard before in her life.
Even if it was relevant, she can't think of any one of those enemies who would decide to try something like this. It'd take a considerable amount of money, manpower, and secrecy; if something like this was happening with someone that the mafia was keeping tabs on, they absolutely would have known about it well in advance. And not only that, the target wouldn't even be her, presumably.
Chances are, the person who did this wasn't aware that she was a mafia heiress. Either that, or they didn't care about it, and that doesn't align with the M.O. of someone who would do something like this that she knew. ]
I'd be more willing to chalk it up to a fluke if it wasn't so specific. They're little things, but they're all right on the money, shit that you wouldn't easily guess just by looking at me.
[ Who would know that she disliked thunderstorms? ]
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[What is it with you people and insistence on first name basis, jesus christ, none of us know each other--]
...Do you remember anyone trying to talk to you, at all, before waking up? I don't remember anything, but maybe they just...I don't know.
[Sayaka fidgets a bit.]
Maybe they interrogated us?
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So what am I calling you, then? I've been living in Japan three years, and I still mess that stuff up sometimes.
[ Her Japanese is pretty damn good, though, for someone who's only been there for three years. She's had practice. ]
Not in the slightest, though. If they did that, we'd absolutely remember it. More than likely, they got it from a secondhand source. Some fuckhead keeping tabs, or something.
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Well...I don't actually mind you using my first name, if you want. I'm used to my fans calling me 'Sayaka-chan' a lot, so it doesn't really matter that much.
[Even so, Sayaka nods.]
...I always did hate the paparazzi for that reason. A bunch of no good, prying little rats.
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So the idol part is true, at least. Makes sense, looking at her face. Her demeanor, too. She's got a homely sort of aura about her. Reserved and polite.
Definitely not someone who belongs here, at first glance. ]
So you're the real deal, huh? Sounds like quite the gig. To be an idol, I mean.
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...Well, that gets a bit of a smile out of Sayaka--a little more genuine.]
Oh, it is. To be able to inspire people, and hear their cheering...it's what I live for, at home. It's so wonderful.
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[ Well, it is the universal dream, some may say. For those who wish to seem, that is.
Whatever that means. ]
Are you a popular one? Aside from the stuff I see on the billboards in Akiba, I don't keep up with idol culture. Are you part of that one big group? AK-47 or whatever?
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[RESIDENT IDOL NERD, TO THE RESCUE--]
And no, actually! I'm in a group with some of my friends...I actually just got accepted into another school recently, that takes only the most talented people they find...I got accepted there for how popular my group is, as the face of it!
[why has Dangan Ronpa never named this idol group, what the fuck]
Gosh, now I'm sad that they didn't bring my CDs with me...I think I left those all at home. And even then, it's like I forgot to pack...
[She proceeds to run a hand through her distinctly barette-less hair.]
And...sort of. I just want to make people able to smile, is all.
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[ One hell of a passion project. Even if she doesn't like the music, she has to admire that level of dedication. No wonder she'd get scouted, if her group blew up from a humble start like that. ]
That's pretty dedicated. What made you want to get into that?
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[It's still said oh, so passionately, and Sayaka seems to smile--she waves her hands in front of her when Chitoge says that last bit, though.]
Oh, it's kind of a long story...I wouldn't want to bore you with it.
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[ It seems nice, to have that sort of camaraderie. All you see in the tabloids is shit about how seedy work as an idol can be, and how difficult the industry is to work with, but Sayaka seems to enjoy it, and, she would imagine, if she's doing it with friends the work seems less competitive and closer to something done in good fun, to make people smile.
It's a sort of idyllic picture that she's painting, here. Even if the paparazzi is persistent and the culture surrounding the work isn't exactly the cleanest, Sayaka speaks of it highly. ]
Well, I'm not usually into that sort of music. I'm more of a hard rock kind of girl. But when we get out of here, it sounds like it'd be worth my while to see a show of yours, considering you feel so strongly about it.
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[Sayaka's look goes downward, for some reason, when she says that. She smiles though; maybe it's just out of shyness.
Still, the thought of someone actually coming to one of Sayaka's concerts...that manages to get her to look back up, smiling brightly at Chitoge.]
Oh--oh, that would be wonderful! When we get out of here, just leave everything to me--I'd be more than happy to help you get a backstage pass so you can meet everyone! I promise, I'll make it a performance to remember for you--Idol's honor!
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[ Though, that's probably the norm in that industry, right? Most of the idols she sees on billboards and the like look like they're only barely in their late teens, and for them to get to that point, they must have had to work at it for a number of years. So they probably do start them young... ]
That seems a little too generous, no? I'm sure there are big fans of yours that'd kill for tickets like that. I appreciate the offer, but I'd feel like I'm taking it away from someone who deserves it more. I'm more than content to cheer from the nosebleeds.