[B]Teàrlag Cirsium[/B]

Oi Umeko, you're going to sell out your own body for a bit of dosh and suffer an eternity of people watching your every move? It's a daft idea lass, don't do it. I mean it's not like I care or anything about whether or not you want to or not, but that's a real unwise decision that you'll have to deal with. Becoming a slightly bigger cog in the gears of capitalism and forever trapping yourself in the minds of the people. Even if you want to be forgotten you can't! Some bloke on the CCT-Net's going to be reviewing all the Kawaguchi figmas and the merchandise! People are weird and crappy like that. They always make things worse.

And she's already chatting up the chick with the 80s hair. I glance over at their conversation. They're really animated already. So this is ... self-proclaimed self-strongest chick? Not sure if anyone's really strong at all, but guess I'll take her word for it. And get her name. Maybe. I don't know her name. Umeko why aren't you interrogating deeper we need her name if you want to be a star.

Big splash, as the 80s girl says. I don't care for that but I'm being dragged along and it's a chore to deal with bothered teammates.

...

Oh wow that guys looks like a disaster. Must have had shit luck huh. 80s girl's teammate? Looks like it. Her name's Echo? Great, I guess Nura could go search it up or something and -

The powder carpets my entirety.

Oi it got into my eyes you nincompoop!

I open my mouth to speak to this idjit lad. Then the powder gets in there. Ack it's disgusting. I cough, sending colourful spittle everywhere.

And the matches have started.

Great.

I don't even get to change.