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people in their 20's aren't young adults?
@ProPro
The reason you guys couldn't pick people from the rebel army was because....?
clearly morphers only work with teens and young adults with attitude.
As Mable opened the door, her face froze in shock. Standing before her was a Githkin, one of the mass produced beings used by Galatec as peacekeepers and soldiers. Why was it here? Had Galatec somehow found out about her involvement with the rebels? For months she had been slipping the rebel faction any information she could, as long as there was zero risk to revealing her position. She considered her options. With her strength she could easily take out this Githkin, however, there was no way it was alone. If she started a fight here she would likely need to content with whatever was waiting for her outside. Giving her a chance to turn herself in peacefully? Big mistake.
"...Wait, what's that in your... oh....... OHHHHH."
Mable giggled to herself and ruffled the back of her head. "You know you can get in trouble if anyone catches you, right? You aren't supposed to be back here." She took the pen and pad and wrote down her full name in painfully fancy cursive. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, just be careful from now on, alright? After all, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to any of my precious fans!"
"...Wait, what's that in your... oh....... OHHHHH."
Mable giggled to herself and ruffled the back of her head. "You know you can get in trouble if anyone catches you, right? You aren't supposed to be back here." She took the pen and pad and wrote down her full name in painfully fancy cursive. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, just be careful from now on, alright? After all, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to any of my precious fans!"
"What's that sound? Is... is that a bunch of fish floundering about?" Mable mused, only to turn around and see that it was her manager clapping with his Lovecraftian arms. She held in a laugh that desperately wanted to get out. "Don't you worry about my performance, I've never made a single mistake during a concert, and I won't start now."
With practice done and her make-up applied she had nothing to do until the show started, that is until someone knocked on a door. Mable looked around and saw that no one else was in a hurry to see who it was, so she walked up to it herself and opened it.
With practice done and her make-up applied she had nothing to do until the show started, that is until someone knocked on a door. Mable looked around and saw that no one else was in a hurry to see who it was, so she walked up to it herself and opened it.
Mable has to open a door, or maybe not open the door? perhaps ask who it is first? This is the most challenging post I will ever have to write
alright, was wondering about that
Mable let out a yawn as her manager proceeded to let her know once more how important this concert was. He said she could be deported if she messed this up, Mable raised a brow at him. "Deported? I'm just a pop star Gajoon, what's so important about my performance here that they need to threaten me?" She asked, her eyes sincere and innocent. She knew she was being used, but there were many details missing. Who was giving the orders, who was truly overseeing her career, and who the hell was giving her these god awful songs? She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "Never mind, I'm probably overthinking things." She said. Gajoon likely didn't know much, and even if he did he wouldn't talk, lest he risk being disappeared by Galatec.
She left the parking lot and entered the back of the stage. As Gajoon had said, there was a band waiting for her, a group of people she'd never met before. As expected they all quickly ran up to her, excited to meet her and of course honored to work with her. Mable greeted them back as if she were seeing old friends, quickly breaking the ice. "Alright everyone, we don't have much time, so let's get started!" She said, grabbing a mic. Thankfully the band Galatec had given her to work with was decent, and as far as she could tell weren't in on what the purpose of this song was. Galatec was likely forced to use outside help, she couldn't imagine it was easy to find talented musicians in their ranks.
Soon enough Mable had the performance memorized, from the song lyrics to her dance routine. As the final preparations took place she was put into a flowing colorful outfit and told to wait until the show was to start
She left the parking lot and entered the back of the stage. As Gajoon had said, there was a band waiting for her, a group of people she'd never met before. As expected they all quickly ran up to her, excited to meet her and of course honored to work with her. Mable greeted them back as if she were seeing old friends, quickly breaking the ice. "Alright everyone, we don't have much time, so let's get started!" She said, grabbing a mic. Thankfully the band Galatec had given her to work with was decent, and as far as she could tell weren't in on what the purpose of this song was. Galatec was likely forced to use outside help, she couldn't imagine it was easy to find talented musicians in their ranks.
Soon enough Mable had the performance memorized, from the song lyrics to her dance routine. As the final preparations took place she was put into a flowing colorful outfit and told to wait until the show was to start
I'm interested, though I'd like to know a bit more about what our goals will be during the story, is it just survival?
Sitting in the back of a black limo, Mable looked out the slightly tinted windows to the city on the other side. The weather was nice today, Galatec likely had made sure of that. Knowing that made sunny days feel less special, like a present given to a child by an abusive parent. Rainy days were more befitting this city, because they fit the mood better, of course. Looking through the darkened glass she saw few people in the streets, if you could even call most of them such a thing. Githkin peacekeepers patrolled the streets as a constant reminder that any show of discontent would be punished to the fullest extent of their perverted laws. The city was full of the hopeless and the brainwashed, it was peaceful alright, but it was something else that was the worst of all. It was boring.
No one was allowed to have fun unless it played into the hands of Galatec, as a result most forms of entertainment had the stench of a sham made with an ulterior motive. Unfortunately she was a prime example of this. She would love to perform the many songs she'd created, but they'd never see the light of day under Galatec rule. This city was far too dull, it was an example of the entropy of the universe and the death of the soul. It needed a dose of chaos to liven things up, to free the populace.
"These lyrics are pretty bad." Mable said, her signature grin unwavering. She waved the papers containing the lyrics to her new song in front of her manager, fanning him. "Super duper bad- who wrote this, was it some githkin that had been lobotomized?" She laughed. "And three hours to learn this? I don't even know the tune, the beat, and this is supposed to be a song about what's in my heart?" Her grin turned into a toothy smile. "Octo-manager, you wouldn't happen to hate me, would you? I've worked very hard for Galatec, I've given complete creative freedom up for my position, but it isn't enough?" She tossed the lyrics onto the floor of the limo. "It's a good thing I love a challenge." She said, opening the sunroof. She stood up through the sunroof, allowing the wind to blow through into her face and lift the thick strands of her red hair.
"New Angel Grove, I'm going to be the pilot light that sets your heart on fire!" She sang, raising her arms into the air. The venue was just ahead, and as expected a small crowd had gathered, being looked over by more than a few peacekeepers. Many in the crowd heard her, and proceeded to lose their minds upon seeing her. If it weren't for the peacekeepers the limo would have been ransacked. The limo pulled into the back of the building, passing the large signs displaying her full name and entering a significantly gloomier parking lot. Mable climbed out of the limo from the sunroof, and waited for her manager's directions.
No one was allowed to have fun unless it played into the hands of Galatec, as a result most forms of entertainment had the stench of a sham made with an ulterior motive. Unfortunately she was a prime example of this. She would love to perform the many songs she'd created, but they'd never see the light of day under Galatec rule. This city was far too dull, it was an example of the entropy of the universe and the death of the soul. It needed a dose of chaos to liven things up, to free the populace.
"These lyrics are pretty bad." Mable said, her signature grin unwavering. She waved the papers containing the lyrics to her new song in front of her manager, fanning him. "Super duper bad- who wrote this, was it some githkin that had been lobotomized?" She laughed. "And three hours to learn this? I don't even know the tune, the beat, and this is supposed to be a song about what's in my heart?" Her grin turned into a toothy smile. "Octo-manager, you wouldn't happen to hate me, would you? I've worked very hard for Galatec, I've given complete creative freedom up for my position, but it isn't enough?" She tossed the lyrics onto the floor of the limo. "It's a good thing I love a challenge." She said, opening the sunroof. She stood up through the sunroof, allowing the wind to blow through into her face and lift the thick strands of her red hair.
"New Angel Grove, I'm going to be the pilot light that sets your heart on fire!" She sang, raising her arms into the air. The venue was just ahead, and as expected a small crowd had gathered, being looked over by more than a few peacekeepers. Many in the crowd heard her, and proceeded to lose their minds upon seeing her. If it weren't for the peacekeepers the limo would have been ransacked. The limo pulled into the back of the building, passing the large signs displaying her full name and entering a significantly gloomier parking lot. Mable climbed out of the limo from the sunroof, and waited for her manager's directions.
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