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aboveallthings[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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AYA
Date: 2025-11-14 10:29 pm (UTC)~
You walk into one of the most popular host clubs in [RECORD SCRATCHING]. It has been decorated to the nines for the [CROWD CHEERING] season, but no champagne tour or glittering lights can compete with the way your older brother [BEAT BOXING] shines in your eyes. Afterall, he's the reason you came out to this club, but you and your younger brother [BEAT BOXING INTENSIFIES] both actually. However, when his eyes land on both of you, it isn't with the same excitement. Blinded by brotherly affection you both run to him and immediately set about complimenting how cool he looks, just like you knew he would. He's your older brother afterall, of course he could pull of a suit. He asks about your outfits....both you and your little brother have dressed in well....dresses. Dress and wigs and heels and everything necessary you appear like the usual client of a place like this. The shoes hurt and the long wig is hot even in the cool weather, but it was a worthy sacrifice to get to see [BEAT BOXING]. Before you both can set another foot inside a staff member shouts out, letting you know you can't be here dressed like that. Anger and indignation flashes in both you and your younger brothers eyes, just like your brother's with your coordinating SPECIAL EYES. You both take turns arguing with the staff member, not giving him a moment to argue as you let him know you have money! Money you want to pay for a champagne tower for [BEAT BOXING]! That's as far as you both get before you turn on each other, [BEAT BOXING INTENSIFIES] offering to send you home as long as he can be let in. He has the gall to call you an imbecile and suggest you're interrupting [BEAT BOXING] at work. You dissolve into a physical fight, clothing be damned, surroundings forgotten as the staff member anxiously let's you know fighting isn't allowed in the club. Your big brother has reached the end of his patience however, smacking both of you and letting you know to go home. You both plead with [BEAT BOXING] to let you stay! That you just wanted to help! If you can't help as customers, at least also let you work alongside him! It isn't long before a flashy blonde man arrives, none other than [LADIES SCREAMING IN EXCITEMENT] a member of [RECORD SCRATCHING] division's [MEN BARKING]. Your brother explains the situation to him and [LADIES SCREAMING IN EXCITEMENT] lets you know that while he appreciates how much you both want to help your brother... It's more than you and [BEAT BOXING INTENSIFIES] can take, hackles raising again. An exhausted looked [YOWLING] worker appears in a rumpled suit, another member of [MEN BARKING]. You shout at him and he makes a strange noise and begins apologizing profusely, apparently bullied by a couple of [GUITAR FEEDBACK]. The blonde steps back in and explains that you both helping would cause more problems for your brother not less. It seems [BEAT BOXING INTENSIFIES] understands and you demand he explain it to you. In the simplest terms, because you are [GUITAR FEEDBACK] the club would definitely be shutdown if you worked there. You are saddened by the realization that you really can't help your brother with this particular job. Heads hanging low, you both turn and leave, the sound of your heels clicking on the floor as heavy as your hearts.