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[priforprince]

Who: Hibiki Shikyoin priforprince, Hibiki’s ego, and you
What: Choose your own adventure with the Best Prince.
When: June 7, 2016
Where: Apollo’s temple; out and about in the Near Shore
Summary: Hibiki attempts to set the stage for her next big role.

[ I. Resting On Her Laurels ]

[ If you accept Hibiki’s invitation and head over to her temple, you’ll find it’s a giant white castle with purple turrets. Feel free to enjoy the meticulously-kept grounds outside, but steer clear of the goats. They have a tendency to follow people around.

Once inside and away from those…unpleasant side-effects, those interested in the exhibit Hibiki had advertised will find the route there is very well-signed. The signs happen to be hung on giant gold statues of Hibiki herself, but well, this is a self-introduction, after all…

It only gets worse in the exhibit itself, though. After one room of artifacts and informational placards about the god Apollo in mythology, the next room contains countless pieces of movie and stage memorabilia about Shikyoin Hibiki’s career as a movie star, actress, model, and something called a “PriPara idol”. A whole trophy case of awards is on display, as well as several fancy, glittery tickets with pictures of various outfits on them, newspaper clippings, movie posters, et al. Apparently it’s possible to be crowned “Mr. Handsome Universe World Prince of the Year.” Who knew?

And where is Hibiki herself? Who knows. She intends to surprise you if you won a prize.

But if you get lost in this temple - and it is huge - you may find that, in one of the back hallways, a woman with silver hair is leaning on the wall and holding a hand to her head. The temple itself was everything she’d ever dreamed of, but she had to do the exhibit herself.

And maintaining an illusion of this complexity is rather tiring for a god with so few followers. ]

[ II. Urban Gobi Desert ]

[ Right, that’s one thing off her to-do list: take care of the inconveniences anonymity brings. Now for the real problems: is this really not her universe, and if so, where is its closest PriPara entrance? All PriParas are connected, after all. Hibiki is not about to look a gift godhood in the mouth, but being brought her sans her butler Ando and various other accoutrements grates somewhat. She’ll pop back home for everything she needs, have Ando load it all up, and return to her temple.

Maybe she’ll bring her teammates, too. Her sitting room feels strangely empty. It’s bizarre.

So here Hibiki is, out and about on the streets of the Near Shore. She’s frowning at various street signs, wandering almost at random, when - it happens. She passes a fish stand called the “Cat’s Meow Big Catch”. The young lady working it has a pair of cat ears on her head, and paws the air with her fists. ]

”Fresh fish! Fresh fish for sale, nya!”

”We fillet your way, nya! Sales on scales - it’s a limited time offer, nya! Nyab it while you can, nya!”

Hrk!

[ Hibiki staggers. She bumps into the nearest storefront. Eyes wide, hands clasped over her ears, she looks around for the nearest means of escape - but this is a busy street. She has nowhere to run. ]

”Limited time only, nya!”

Huaaghh…

[ III. Visitor’s Choice ]

[ Want to come bug Hibiki for something other than the exhibit? Stop on by!

Just don’t expect her to be as welcoming as if you’d done this her way. ]

Comments

[savemeomi]

[ There's too much going on for Ouka to notice any discrepancies in fabric. She has to admit that there's a bit of an ego here, but can't help but be impressed by all the achievements.

She lets go of Hibiki so she can get a closer look at some of the awards and pictures. She doesn't bother reading most of the text, but does manage to focus on some key words. She's just trying to take in as much as possible.

Until she gets to the Mr. Handsome Universe World Prince of the Year bit.

A pause, and then she turns to face Hibiki. ]

Are you really a prince?

[priforprince]

[ Hibiki doesn't let the question faze her despite the answer, genetically, being "no". (She is the grandchild of a major international firm's chairman, but that's not quite the same thing.) ] For your sake, I can reign over the fields of Paradise themselves.

[ Princess.

But from the haughty look on her face, yeah, she totally thinks she's a Prince. ]

[savemeomi]

[ That answer is satisfactory for Ouka. She knows people, and from the looks of Hibiki, there's definite royalty. Even if it's not quite the genetic kind.

She takes a last glance over the awards and then heads back to loop her arms around Hibiki's once again. ]

Show me your favorite out of all these. [ And tell her a good story! ]

[priforprince]

My favorite?

[ Hibiki puts a hand to her chin in thought. That's a hard one. She muses aloud, gaze turned inwards. ]

Perhaps it's the Parademy Award. The honorary knighthood from Pritzerland. The "Maybe it's Mayprillene" image campaign....

[ And yet her steps are leading her and Ouka, unconsciously, towards a photograph of a placard hanging next to a statue of a woman wearing a fancy two-piece stage costume. The placard has the word "Tricolore" written on it, though. Not her name. ]

[savemeomi]

[ None of those awards or titles sound remotely familiar, but they do sound important. As they approach the photograph, Ouka leads forward a little to read the placard. ]

Tri...colore...? What is that?

[priforprince]

[ ...when did they get here?

Instead of letting her confusion show, though, Hibiki smiles. It has actual warmth behind it. ] Would you like to see?

[savemeomi]

[ She nods eagerly. ]

Yes please!

sorry for length; it's the only clip i could find with the bad pun intro

[priforprince]

[ In for a penny, in for a pound. Hibiki raises a hand. ] Then - behold.

[ A snap of her fingers, and the room around them vanishes. Instead, they've got box seats in a fancy, packed concert hall with a round, floating stage. Nobody's onstage yet, though.

Then this happens.

Hibiki will watch...herself...throughout this entire performance with a pleased expression on her face, but she's also going to start looking more and more tired. She's only just figured out she can do this illusion thing. This is. A lot. ]

[savemeomi]

[ Whooooa....!

Ouka is pretty much on the edge of her seat the entire performance. If Hibiki is looking less energetic, Ouka hasn't noticed. When the performance ends, she turns toward Hibiki, eyes wide. ]

So you're like... a famous pop idol!

[ This is exciting. She wonders briefly if she'd ever heard of this Hibiki person in her past life. ]

[priforprince]

[ The illusion of the concert hall fades, the illusion of the exhibit returns, and Hibiki rallies herself to smile at Ouka, blinking. She gives herself...headaches...if she overdoes it. Isn't that unpleasant.

Also, idol, yes. Pop, no. ]

A celebrity idol. The top team of the top city. Crème de la crème - though present company, of course, is sweeter.

[ Gloating is helping with the headache somewhat. ] In any case, please entrust culture's future to me.

[ Hibiki, not seven paces away is a movie poster for something called God Grandma part 2. ]

[savemeomi]

[ This is pretty fantastic. She knows a real live idol. ]

Are you going to do any performances or concerts here?

[ For the little people, that is. ]

[priforprince]

[ She lives for the little people! Hibiki spreads her arms. ] Am I not Apollo?

[ The cheering may begin whenever you wish. ]

[savemeomi]

[ She'll clap her hands together in delight. ]

I'll make sure I'm in a front row seat, then!

[priforprince]

[ Oh, please don't trouble yourself. She's got this.

Hibiki gives Ouka one of those smiles that's all about the other girl, instead being all about, well, Hibiki. ] I'll reserve your place.

[ Heck with the front row. You're one of the only people who behaves the way Hibiki is used to people behaving around her. She'll save you a box. ]

[savemeomi]

[ Wow. She knows a real life celebrity. That's pretty cool. ]

I'll remember you said that~

[priforprince]

[ She'll remember for the both of them, but that's still good to hear. Hibiki gestures to the rest of the exhibit. ] Shall I show you anything else?