#//a lot of the maternal aspects of iznmi was thrown out. may or may not have stayed with marie

[m0e-ru]

Before the split, it was worrying how the state of the people in Inaba was. Who they once were was averse to the idea of filling the forest with fog, rather than just the real world. Structures were subtly changing underneath her feet which she tried to stop every time it happened. But everything that was happening was too much and she tore apart.

After the split in which Mim took the mantle of responsibility and the name of god, they flooded the forest with fog, hollowing it completely and letting it turn into the labyrinthine TV station it is now.

The other one wandered the streets of Inaba, to remember nothing and to be remembered by nobody.

It was spring when the winter snow melted but before the flowers bloomed did they find their first pawn. All they had to do really was welcome him there, and what better way to do that than as a gas station attendant? It looked like he was heading there anyway. They decided to keep this facade to welcome the rest of their pawns. It was perfect, really. Who would remember a silly employee at a gas station of a shopping district in an economic slump?

It was before the month of April before their final pawn would appear, at that time they were simply spreading rumors, acting and observing, wondering when the other two would discover their new powers.

As they waited, they played the fool of a gas station attendant, or however much an idiot one was meant to be. Humans are foolish at their core, after all.

The attendant is a friendly young man. Amiable and charismatic, he gives off a presence of optimism and is generally a nice guy to be around if you're waiting for the rain to stop. Unless you inherently don't like people. Or him. Once described to be the sun itself, who comes to the ground when the clouds block the sky. Dangerous to be at a gas station, though.

A hardworking little nut, and would do well if he actually knew how to do his job. More often than not, he's more polite than snarky. His character seems so socially unaware, where has he been before this? 'Says he's been in Inaba for a long time, his whole life, actually. Still unsure how Junes' layout works and probably just as knowledgeable as your grandparents. If you ever asked for his number, he'll just give you the central shopping district's Moel's hotline and he'll probably answer at the night shifts.

Knowing the old, cracked, unpaved streets of his home like the back of his hand. If you're ever looking for someplace to go, on a trip and need tips, or lost in the fog, your friendly gas station attendant is there to help. It's what they're supposed to do, right? It's in the customer service policy too, you see.

He happily enjoys the rain, from the sounds, the smell, the general atmosphere of it. Even once being seen away from the canopy standing underneath it, good thing he was noticed soon before he got too wet...but how many times has he been doing this? The most he does now is teeter near enough the edge of the canopy, where the rain would hit the bill of his hat and his shiny orange shoes.

He has an ear for gossip and a mouth to rumormonger. It's a blessing he's good at keeping secrets, too. As if he has ears all across the city, or that was probably the Housewife Network at work, too. Meeting customers coming from different places, hearing their thoughts and views also helped. It was fun to hear from a variety of people who could remember you, or not.

He'd smoke every once in a while, if it was safe enough to do that of course. To smell the scent of tobacco mixed with rain, what a peculiar experience. Is it even smoke?

The "first" victim was thrown into the world of the unconscious. Mim met the lady's Shadow and immediately got to work. The other Shadows responded accordingly to help broadcast a show at this newly scheduled "Midnight Channel." Working as hard and as efficiently as possible, only for this show host to meet her human self all too soon. That was the very first broadcast and they got to the end so quickly, a pilot episode? They didn't even feature the title card.

Ah, but that's showbiz isn't it? With its ups and downs, the risks and rewards or whatever they say. Just wait for the next host with a new show idea or read the viewer suggestions and give them what they want, no matter how bland it may seem.

Another young woman showed up, ‘same thing happened. The cameras got nothing but a girl dancing to her death. The scripts and rehearsals were so exciting too. The pitch was ambitious but I guess there were scheduling problems.

Silly Shadows thinking they could separate from their selves, acting free after being rejected. But ultimately forgetting they're looking at a mirror. I am thou, thou art I; they said it themselves, didn't they? Blatant self destruction.

Heartlessly watching as Shadows meet the same fate as their human selves. They've done it to themselves. A truth already so obvious it was pathetic. Yet it shows nobody would be able to accept it. They should embrace the fog, that way no-one would even be able to see it.

Well, back to the drawing board. See if any little princesses want to fill in that 12am timeslot.

And there was? Her whole pitch included a castle, and she wanted everything red! She wanted statues adorning this room, and winding staircases in the next. Hidden cameras and mics would be here, and spotlights would be there.

She was bubbling with energy and her laugh was youthful. So childish and ideas so free from the pungent smell of alcohol or unsettling idea to hang up a scarf for dramatic effect. She was a child, all she wanted to do was dress as a princess and run away with a prince, who would be the winner of her whole show.

It was...certainly new. But new development's always good for the ratings, right?