[ the one where misaki regrets ever having read that blog post ]

[idontcarebear]

The last thing Misaki remembers is that it was hot. Hot outside, especially hot inside the Michelle suit, and she's used to it, really, but they'd gone straight from a three-hour show to...some other place on Kokoro's whim. She can't really remember. She just remembers finding it difficult to breathe, opening her mouth to say something, and then everything dropping away. She remembers hitting the ground once, twice, three times -- ohh, that's too many times.

Floating weightlessly in murky consciousness, Misaki hears a voice oddly similar to Google Translate.

【 The System has been triggered by an activation code. Please stand by. 】

Uhh? What System? What activation code? Misaki blinks in the dark, trying to see, but dark is all there is.

【 Welcome to the System 2.0. This upgraded system operates in line with the concept "keep the clicks coming". We hope that during your experience in the ultimate wish fulfillment fantasy, you will help continue Proud Immortal Demon's Way's legacy as a first-rate romantic drama. Please enjoy. ヽ(´▽｀)ノ 】

"Uhh??" Misaki says, looking around for the source of the disembodied voice, and she starts to feel like she's spinning, distinctly dizzy. "Uh, hey??"

But the computer-generated voice is gone, and instead she hears real voices, a small chorus of them, anxious and excited. Only an indistinct buzz in her ears at first, as she registers the fact that she's lying down, laid out carefully on a bed. Something about her body feels kind of...off. The voices nearby resolve into intelligible words as the room spinning around her starts to slow down. Misaki feels carsick.

"Shizun! Shizun, she's waking up!"

"Shizun, Ning Yingying is finally awake!"

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[idontcarebear]

"Ah...good point." Misaki turns down the brightness on her smile and, well, she doesn't really have to pretend that hard to seem a little tired and out of it. She can definitely get out of having to remember anyone's name that way, at least for now...hm, yeah, okay. She really is glad Shen Qingqiu is here; he definitely knows the ropes. He's survived this far, anyway, right?

She lowers her voice as a thought occurs to her. "Hey, uh...is there any chance we can go practice somewhere other people aren't going to see?"

That is probably already the idea, but she just wants to make sure...if she's supposed to be an experienced disciple, it'd probably be super embarrassing if any of the other disciples saw her fumbling to hold a sword for the first time.