♫ Mikumo Guynemer ♫ (
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♫ 2nd Solo ♫
who: Mikumo and you!
what: Self-promotion is fun!
when: The entire month of August
where: Around the Quarantine
warnings: Nothing really, except for Mikumo being a troll
Ever since her announcement over the Quarantine's version of social media, Mikumo has been busy with her agent. In the past few weeks, she's been taking photos and meeting as many people as she can. There have been trips to venues, a baseball field, and certain stores to throw together a wardrobe worthy of Riverview's first idol.
In the week leading up to the River festival, posters for her appearances start popping up all over the place. (Samples are here: One, two, three, four, five, and six.) Dates and times are splashed across the posters, drawing attention to her best assets artistically. Of course, she is the one responsible for where they're all placed. She has final say on these sorts of things, agent or not.
After the festival, it's more performing in the clubs at night and plastering the town with her face.
When she's not out promoting herself, she's in her apartment, singing, writing and working on dance moves. To everyone on the third through fifth floors of the communal housing buildings, she's not sorry that her voice carries. However, she does take requests, so that's something.
However, she's so determined to get out there that she's not paying attention to where she's going. On more than one occasion, she bumps into a stranger and sends her papers flying. "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you hurt?"
what: Self-promotion is fun!
when: The entire month of August
where: Around the Quarantine
warnings: Nothing really, except for Mikumo being a troll
Ever since her announcement over the Quarantine's version of social media, Mikumo has been busy with her agent. In the past few weeks, she's been taking photos and meeting as many people as she can. There have been trips to venues, a baseball field, and certain stores to throw together a wardrobe worthy of Riverview's first idol.
In the week leading up to the River festival, posters for her appearances start popping up all over the place. (Samples are here: One, two, three, four, five, and six.) Dates and times are splashed across the posters, drawing attention to her best assets artistically. Of course, she is the one responsible for where they're all placed. She has final say on these sorts of things, agent or not.
After the festival, it's more performing in the clubs at night and plastering the town with her face.
When she's not out promoting herself, she's in her apartment, singing, writing and working on dance moves. To everyone on the third through fifth floors of the communal housing buildings, she's not sorry that her voice carries. However, she does take requests, so that's something.
However, she's so determined to get out there that she's not paying attention to where she's going. On more than one occasion, she bumps into a stranger and sends her papers flying. "Oh, I'm sorry! Are you hurt?"
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As he stares at a few posters plastered on a building's wall, admiring Mikumo's beauty and perfect photogenic appearance, he's startled by someone bumping into him. Paper flies in front of his face and scatters to the ground. He looks down at them, then at the girl who's just asked if he's okay, and... oh. ]
Mikumo-chan! [ He brightens up instantly pumping his sleeve-covered fists with excitement. ] Wow, so you're the one putting up all the posters? You're pretty much everywhere!
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"Don't worry about it!" Alex's voice is soft but warm, with a hint of a Canadian accent in it before she crouched down in order to help the girl collect her papers from the ground before they could blow away. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" She gave the woman another smile, offering up the papers that she'd saved from being lost to the litter pile.
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"How bout you? Run around not paying attention like that is gonna get you hurt more than someone like me."
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