DAY ???

[cascadingfailure]

[ Once upon a time, two heroes were having a very fun time in the city.

Okay, maybe it wasn't particularly fun. Maybe it was a normal time. Just two guys hanging out, doing whatever an ancient timeloop bound phantom thief and an ancient reincarnating demigod do in their spare time, you know?

But this day was unlike any other, because on this day said demigod finds himself consumed, and by consumed I mean there's a sudden swirl of wind around Eclipse, kicking up dust like a very small tornado. A very small starts to slowly peel away at his colour, pulling them away like yarn that dissolves into thin air. And at the same time, he begins to fade…

Mars, on the other hand, is completely fine! So that's nice. ]

Comments

[cascadingfailure]

Rude, rude, rude! Why does everyone blame this program for doing what it's written to do?

This program apologizes again for the inconvenience, but what you're asking isn't something this program is authorized or able to do. The functions this program runs do not include "change the fanbase's opinions".

[inspiteful]

[ Well, that says a lot. ]

...

[foolmetwice]

[immediately]

[takes]

[a step back, eyes flashing]

I don't give a shit about what the fanbase says.

We'll find our own way home.

[. . . and with that he grabs Eclipse's hand and just. fucking runs. WHERE IS HE RUNNING TO he doesn't know, past the weird program and further into the building, probably]

1/5

[cascadingfailure]

[ RUDE!!!

It manages to keep up though, by...rapidly re-materializing next to him as he moves, which leads to: ]

This program cannot reccomend -

[cascadingfailure]

- being very uncooperative -

[cascadingfailure]

- and really if you would just -

[cascadingfailure]

- automatic process will send you where you are wanted -

[cascadingfailure]

- please slow down! Slow down, slow down, slow down!

[ But at any rate, Mars just happens to take the two of them down a hallway that dead ends, with one door to the right at the very end. There's a sign above it, which is completely illegible in that weird dream way where the nonsense symbols change every time they're looked at. ]

[inspiteful]

[ WELP WE'RE RUNNING ALRIGHT. ]

-- Over there!

[ Eclipse gestures to the lone door at the end of the hallway. ]

[foolmetwice]

—! Right!

[absolutely ignoring the program as he wrenches the door open without even bothering to check the sign and just kind of. . . darts through it. this is probably not smart but HERE WE ARE]

[cascadingfailure]

[ well

you seem to have managed to duck into some sort of locker room? it may not be useful for, you know, getting back to Tokyo-F. But it sure is useful for avoiding programs! Thanks Hell Employee Privacy Laws!

At any rate, there's a mirror in here and some Imepro Volunteer Fan Outreach badges in a box, as well as unit coloured glowsticks and pamphlets.

At the far side, though - are several mannequins. Most of them are unclothed, except three - one with a WILD CITY uniform, one with a BAD END=DEAD END uniform, and the last with an AlcheME! uniform.

Incidentially, Eclipse's outfit has been steadily graying this whole time and his colour is now almost entirely drained. ]

[inspiteful]

[ Uh, ]

...If my clothes are gray now that's probably not a great thing, right?

1/2

[foolmetwice]

[NOPE]

[foolmetwice]

[unwinds the scarf from his neck and wraps it around Eclipse, like a memento from HSS of some kind will chase away the gray]

. . . it's fine, it's fine— do something Heart worthy. Give an inspirational speech?? Help me with something?

[he is trying not to panic as his gaze flickers across the room in search of something— anything— that might help]

[cascadingfailure]

[ there's nothing, no. the uniforms on the mannequins are the only spares there are, and everything else is just "free stuff you'd hand off to people at a con booth or concert" ]

[inspiteful]

The only inspiration I've got is the pessimistic kind.

[ But he does try to help Mars take a look around the room. ]

'Imepro Volunteer Fan Outreach'...

[foolmetwice]

I'll take pessimistic inspiration over no inspiration.

[mrrrrrgh. rakes a hand through his hair as he steps back]

The hell is this place. . . [a pause] . . . are they aligned with the Transgressors?

[inspiteful]

I thought he wasn't interested in us. Though I guess it doesn't stop his followers from being interested in the show, but...

...Besides, this doesn't seem to match the description I read about what might be his realm. It's too 'normal'.

[foolmetwice]

[glances over at Eclipse, letting out a light tch as he crosses the room to investigate. mirror first!!]

He isn't, but apparently he and his people are responsible for the technology that transports idols around hell.

That's the only reason his name popped into my mind.

[cascadingfailure]

[ the mirror reflects your very soul!

which is to say, it's just you but slightly more or less scruffy depending on how tired you are in your heart. ]

[inspiteful]

He seems to be loaning out his expertise as part of some kind of business deal though, so while this might not be his realm, his people are probably still involved.

[ Eclipse goes to look at the uniforms on the mannequins. ]

[cascadingfailure]

[ the uniforms...are Authentic Tokyo-F uniforms!

More notably, the number of mannequins appears to be equal to the maximum amount of members each team tends to have. ]

[foolmetwice]

[mars looks very scruffy because he is VERY TIRED right now. and always. just makes a face at his reflection and then turns away towards Eclipse again]

Yeah well, fuck his people.

[. . .]

Is this where they get the uniforms for new unit members?

[inspiteful]

Maybe? The number of mannequins seems about right...

[foolmetwice]

Why the hell would the office of fan bullshit and fan opinions or whatever this place is be in charge of passing out uniforms to new unitmates?

[HE'S JUST SO GRUMPY ABOUT THIS. ALL OF THIS]