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CCO: (ﾒ` ﾛ ´) ━━╋⊂(`⌒´メ)
CCO: EN GARDE

Absinthe: are you around for a little chat?

Edited 2019-04-24 23:41 (UTC)

Fox: Are you available?

C.Yvette: Sorry to bother you, but if you're awake, I'd like to chat in the common room.
C.Yvette: It's important.

I don't know about the production people here, but I doubt the other units can see this message so I'm just sending what I really want to say through here.

I also understand pride. If anyone used me as a way to exploit some sort of weakness, I'd hate it more than anything else. If they expect me to sit there and cry because I'm just "a normal kid", then they're wrong. I don't want this to affect BARiTONES either. I don't wanna see some of those guys go through even more hell just because I couldn't handle whatever this stupid place tries to hand over to me.

If that means faking over how much we get along then I'll do it. I hate the idea of losing so I'll work with you.

artemis ☾: Ehh...
artemis ☾: You're very rude, Eichi-san.

hurricane: hey

[ knock knock buddy ]

[EICHI RECEIVES A TEXT FROM A ~MYSTERIOUS USERNAME~??????]

Garnet: image.jpg

[... yep]

Edited 2020-01-22 04:31 (UTC)

[ it's just this picture with no prior rigmarole ]

[ He's getting a photo, then an accompanying text message.

The photo is of a clear plastic water bottle, still full and sealed. It's balanced on some dark, velvety bedding—clearly the inside of a ☆zrael bedroom, even though Wataru has taken the efforts to light up the inside of his room as much as possible.

Speaking of, Wataru is also half in the picture. His bottom half, in his sleepwear—being a lacy black robe. It would probably be sexy (to people not Eichi) if he was sitting in a way that accentuated his pajamas, but he's not, he's sitting cross-legged so the only scandalous thing visible is his feet. I guess this is technically a foot pic. Also there's a random water bottle in front of him, which doesn't add much to the aesthetic.

He's pointing at it with the stem of a black rose. ]

Eichi!

Please give me your best guess. Why would I send you such a picture?

[ Wherever he is (I mean wherever, even if he's inside and there should logically be no way to get inside... except obviously the dorms, ANYWHERE ELSE THOUGH!!!!) there's a slight whoosh noise. Wataru told him to look up, so he sure hopes he is because there is a bound book being floated near him, tied up and being held aloft by seven balloons in the colours of the rainbow. Yes just like the animals who are crossing Nintendo Switches everywhere...

If he doesn't just let the balloon float away, never to be seen again, the following is what's inside:

Several days worth of entries. Despite what he said before, the diary seems to start off with what he was doing away from ☆ZRAEL. ]

[ unprompted, eichi is sent several nasty hentai images of people in the same general position- on their knees, blindfolded, hands tied behind their back, and having their throat fucked while they have a toy inside of them. ]

Hibiki Wataru ★: Eichiiiii my dear Eichi!!!
Hibiki Wataru ★: Your Hibiki Wataru is oh so frightened~ he's shaking in his boots~ quivering up a storm~ completely and utterly inconsolable all by himself while things like this are happening outside~
Hibiki Wataru ★: I have been left all alone here~ Never before have I been so afraid~~
Hibiki Wataru ★: Will you comfort me?! At times like this I can only turn to you! I will come to you because it's so terrifying here~ I feel as though I may perish at any moment...!!
Hibiki Wataru ★:

[ It's a lovely evening! It's not dark out, as the night is young yet.

A small paper airplane is finding its way to Eichi, blue in colour. When he opens it (unless he throws it out, which, rip) he can find a string of letters. While he's looking at that, a second paper airplane (green this time) settles next to him. There's more letters in that. This one also dumps a rose into his lap somehow.

Finally, a third one (gold, very sparkly) lodges itself nearby. This one is just decked out in hearts, of all shapes and sizes, from top to bottom, and when he opens it, a small papercraft Wataru pops up, holding it's little paper hands in a ♥ shape.

It's a cipher for sure, though not overly complex. Wataru doesn't really want to send him on a scavenger hunt, that would take too long.......... anyway whenever he figures it out, it's an address.

To the love hotel. ]

Edited 2020-07-30 23:26 (UTC)

CEO: Are you in your dorm?

Gladio: Hey. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for killing you.
Gladio: Wasn’t in my right mind, but it was still fucked up.

Edited 2020-09-06 21:03 (UTC)

[ This morning, the exchange diary is left on Eichi's side of the bed! A cat paw page marking sticker sticks out the side of it, marking the page after his initial entries. Turning to it reveals a new entry, written in pink gel pen with the edges of the page lined in washi tape. ]

My Dear Emperor,

I've drafted this entry three times, but in the end ... I suppose that's the opposite of what I should be doing, isn't it? You'd told me before that this book was to share our thoughts and feelings, for your eyes only.

It's hard for me to say something as I think or feel it, but you already know that. But ... This is something that I want to share with you. Maybe, writing out my thoughts as I have them will make them less difficult to share.

Although, I'm not sure what to write. I don't have anything to send you updates on, like you did for me, because you're always with me. That does make me very happy, though - always being with you. The me of before wouldn't believe it at all, that sometimes I wish that I could sew our bodies together so that it would be impossible for us to be apart.

I know that's a very strange thought to have, but I also know that you would like it.

I also know that you'll argue against this until you've run out of breath, but I'm unfortunately too boring outside of being an idol to have many hobbies. I don't think that I could come up with any interests to share that doesn't sound like I'm giving an interview, but I'll try.

I like reading. It's something that I could do anywhere between shoots and practices and locations. I like mysteries, it makes me feel smart to be able to piece together something before it's revealed.

I like cats. This one isn't news, I think. Because I couldn't have one of my own, I would go to cat cafes on my rare days off. There was one that I frequented often that had a cute black kitten who would bite my fingers a lot.
I like to take pictures of them, too. My social media was very popular at home, and most of it was pictures of stray cats or food.
On that note, it's a little embarrassing, but I get actually a little excited when a new seasonal drink comes out at Starbucks. Not only do I want to taste it, obviously, but I usually want to take a picture of it very badly. Isn't that too basic?

I like amusement parks. It isn't for the rides, or anything, though. I'm not an adrenaline junkie who loves rollercoasters. An amusement park is like a large-scale performance, with everyone working together to make somewhere that's like a dream. The one in Tokyo-F is a little disappointing, in that way, I think. It's fake, so it's too hollow.

I think meal prep is fun. With the rations (which are gross) and almost unlimited food, it's not something that I have to do here, but I liked cooking for a week in advance and freezing them for later. That's really boring, isn't it?

I can't really think of anything else, right now. If I can come up with anything else to say, I'll either write it down again or just tell you in person.

I love you more than I know how to express,
♡Tenn

[Someone has left a note in your team drop box. It's addressed to you by name and reads, in Hurricane's sloppy handwriting: "Happy holidays!" There is also a container of hand-made caramels.]

Suou: Tenshouin-oniisama, I need to talk to you.
Suou: It is important.
Suou: Another one of my unitmates from home has arrived.
Suou: And outside of that I have distressing news.

Suou: Tenshouin-oniisama. As always, I hate to bother you.
Suou: I wonder if I might be able to visit, however?
Suou: Or if you would like to come here.
Suou: I am not sure if you have noticed or not, yet
Suou: But Ritsu-san has been transferred.

[Someone has left a festive wrapped package in your unit dropbox. The tag, in Hurricane's sloppy handwriting, is addressed to you by name, and it reads: "Happy holidays, dude!" There is also a jar of dark chocolate rum truffles.]

[Inside the package is a cucumber melon spa kit.]

Suou: Tenshouin-oniisama?
Suou: May I ask you a question?
Suou: It may seem a little random, but please indulge me.

day 91 i guess?? or whenever you get to it

Day 110

Day 132

Day 147, Later Evening

Day 157 or smth

sometime around 159