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This chapter is more for reference than anything else, as it lists the build used for the purposes of this series. This build is catered to the narrative needs and as such ignores the intended point system, combines options, and mess with the rules for various reasons. 

People in the Slots 
1: Miruko/Rumi Usagiyama (MHA)
2: Himiko Toga (MHA) 
3: Lust (FMAB)
4: Korra/the Avatar (ATLA LOK) 
5: Asami Sato (ATLA LOK) 
6: Mei Hatsume (MHA) 
7: Pneuma/Pyra/Mythra (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) 
8: Cinder Fall (RWBY)
9: Futaba Sakura/Shadow Futaba (Persona 5) 
10: Yu Takeyama/Mt Lady (MHA)

Transformation Style: Trigger 

Specifically, the "Triggers" are the user and the Slot agreeing to either completely swap places or for the User to copy their form or similar.

Transformation Control: Usually 

Specifically, with extreme need a Slot can force herself out into the world, or the User can force himself into one of their forms. Both of these are temporary 

Transformation Feel: Soothing 

Specifically, its just popping in and out of reality 

Clothing: Combination of Well Fitting And Comfy and Clothes Stay The Same 

Specifically, any clothes put into the Watch go into a communal wardrobe that anyone can pick from while inside, which fit themselves to the person picking 

Mental Transformation: Combination of Nothing and Imprint 

Specifically, Imprint applies when the User is transformed into one of the Slots, but not when the Slots enter reality themselves 

Advisors: Voices 

Specifically, the Watch's Internal Dimension has a Theatre that shows whatever the person in reality is experiencing, and those inside can talk to the one outside while in the Theatre 

Advisor Disposition: Mixed 

Specifically, it varies from person to person, but generally they all accept this is a shared situation, and that the good of one of them is the good of all of them. Does not mean they all instantly get along. 

Advisor Limits: All three of Living Vicariously, Quality Time, and Crazy Talk 

Specifically, while the Internal Dimension is nice, everyone does want their turn in reality and all that comes with that 

Powers: Spark 

Specifically, they are all real people with their powers as portrayed, but they can upgrade themselves, train, ect ect. Real people grow, and the Watch provides any outside resources the Slots might need for their powers 

Equipment: Heavy Machinery

Specifically, any of the gear the characters have or use in their media, they have. Mostly applies to Hero or Villain costumes. Siren is stored in the Internal Dimension

Alternate Modes: Palette and Alternate 

Specifically, this allows anyone in the Internal Dimension to access alternate forms (such as Pyra and Mythra for Pneuma) while also providing things like hair dye and the ability to change their costumes/outfits colors 

Alternate Mode Limits: Combination of Resource and Exhausting

Specifically, minor changes barely count as anything, while massive changes such as bodily modification can leave someone lethargic for a bit, but any changes that can be made with real techniques or materials such as hair dye or sewing can also be done like that

Identity Protection: None 

Specifically, there is no passive perception filter beyond what the Slot's own powers could give them with their own efforts 

Bonuses: Life Support, Papers Please, Reconfigure, and Utility 

Specifically, Life Support ensures none of the people involved die, based on the Immortal Slot's methods of immortality 

Specifically, Papers Please grants all 10 Slots, and the User, any paperwork they were missing in reality when they come into reality for the first time, such as a valid drivers license or citizenship registration. For those without citizenship in a real nation, they gain USA citizenship, and all others gain dual USA and whatever country they are from citizenship 

Specifically, Reconfigure allows the Watch to morph with the current person in realities outfit, attitude, ect. This could mean an old pocket watch for Salem, or a sports smartwatch for Rumi 

Specifically, Utility gives the Watch the ability to act as a general sensor for scientific purposes, grants constant perfect connection to the Internet, phone lines, ect, and can allow the current person in reality to see through illusions if asked to do so.

Limits: Call To Adventure, World of Intrigue, and Influencer 

Specifically, World of Intrigue has merged reality with various media to various degrees. The Neath exists, Dust can be found underground, the Ether exists, Quirks are popping up, Alchemy is being discovered, and the Metaverse is kicking into gear in various spots around the world, with various elements from Personas 3-5 coming into play, from Palaces to Dark Hours. 

Specifically, Call To Adventure represents the User obtaining the Watch in the first place, and being sucked into this whole mess as somewhat of an instant heavy hitter 

Specifically, Influencer represents the fact that the User and the Slots will try and do what they can to help people, including distributing information and such, which will end up making them famous

Original Stuff: The Internal Dimension 

Specifically, this is the space the people who aren't currently in reality exist in. It takes the form of the childhood home property of the User, with a large house on said property that is a combination of their childhood home and their grandparents home. Each Slot, and the User, gets their own room in the house, mostly a copy of their rooms from their own realities but with modern amenities if applicable. The rest of the house is like this as well, although the general tech level of the Internal Dimension is somewhat a combination of RWBY's and MHA's. All of Utility and Life Support applies within, and the Theatre is here. The Watch has its own room, for dealing with things like electro parasites. Any form of mental manipulation other than social will appear in the Internal Dimension, and can be fought off by those inside. 

Each person within has internet, TV, and radio access, and an intuitive to them guide on how to use modern technology if they did not know already. This applies to online culture, but not reality culture. All media relating to anyone's "Canon" cannot be accessed until all Slots and the User have consumed the main part of that media to completion, such as collectively playing through Persona 5 Royal, or watching all of RWBY 

Whoever is in reality can put things in the Watch, up to a small cars worth of materials at once. Only one vehicle can be stored in the Watch at a time, and anything in the Watch can be taken out. Pneuma's Siren is in the Garage of the house. 

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One day, something watched a human entertainment program. 

One day, something read through a human escapist fantasy document. 

One day, something made a Watch. 

Another day, something would fill that Watch and cast into a universe, along with so many other things. 

Another day, a world was changed.

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From the world that is a Remnant of its former self... 

Cinder Fall was finally feeling better than she had in months. The academy brats and the idiotic public has taken all her bait hook line and sinker. They had been shaken by the train exactly as intended, even if the Hunters had taken care of the issue. This had been enhanced by Torchwick's impromptu mecha rampage through the city a week or so prior, which had primed them for something worse. The blond brawler had broken Mercury's leg in just such a way as to make Mercury's reaction not even all that much of an act. 

Then it was tonight. Then the Invincible Girl proved her title right once again, in a way no one wanted. The world watched one of their prized champions tear apart another huntress student on stage without a hint of hesitation. The fact the girl was a robot had only made it easier to engineer the incident, easier to terrify a deadly reaction out of the redhead. The fact she was mortified after the fact did not matter, everyone was too focused on Emerald's little speech. Everyone was too focused on the Grimm, on the Atlesian drones, and on the White Fang.

The satisfaction of a plan well executed was only a small part of her current mood, however. After ensuring everything was going as it should, that everyone was properly distracted, she had gone back to the Academy. She had broken that wretched machine and killed the girl inside with a single arrow, and fully claimed what had been stolen from her. The remaining half of the Fall Maiden's power burned through her veins, and Cinder burned like she never had since that night she freed herself. Once again, she felt right in her own skin, without a half taken power caught between escaping and calling its twin. 

She had spent a couple minutes enjoying that pure euphoria, just flying through the sky alongside the grand Dragon that Salem had granted her for this mission. She burned down the mess hall that had served her meals while infiltrating this place, she left a trail of fire on the side of the Headmaster's tower before landing in his office. It was to be the Dragon's new perch, from which it would terrorize Vale till the city state fell.

Then the elevator started screaming and someone had to interrupt her evening of glory. It was Pyrrha Nikos, the bronze clad Invincible Girl who had made this all possible. Apparently, she was not going to let one little murder stop her from fighting tonight. It was too bad no one would ever see this fight. Fire versus Metal, Plasma versus Magnetism, Conqueror versus Champion. 

No words were spoken, at least till the end. Cinder would always be grateful she wore her tournament disguise tonight, instead of her diplomatic outfit. Sillito heels were good for looming over idiotic subordinates, but not for combat. Pyrrha Nikos, and many of her fellow huntresses, refused to learn this lesson. Despite this, the redhead dragged out the fight for ages. What should have taken a minute took five, and that was too long for Cinder's tastes. 

"Do you believe in destiny?" 

The girl asked her question like some sort of catchphrase, from her place on the ground with a glass arrow in the ankle of her broken heel. Like a plea to something Salem told her had long abandoned this world. Like something that should mean something.

"Yes." Said the Fall Maiden as she drew back one final arrow in a glass bow. Destiny was that the will of the strong would grind the weak beneath their heel. Destiny was that her grandmother Salem would rule until the Brothers came back to kill her. Destiny was Cinder's portion of the world before that. 

And with that, an arrow broke the Invincible Girl's skin and began to take her life. There might be some remnant of the Fall Maiden's powers within her from the transfer, so Cinder did her a small mercy. Rather than let the girl try to survive, be rescued, or even escape, the Fall Maiden vaporized her with Semblance and Power. There was no final rush of power, no final trickle of euphoria of power reunited. A pity, that. 

As the Invincible Girl's crown clattered against where a long burned away carpet once laid, there was a scream. A scream of Pyrrha Nikos's name. Cinder caught a glimpse of a red cloak and white glyphs before all she saw was silver. 

The light hurt, hurt like nothing had since the collar. It burned and cleansed and broke her till she screamed right along with the girl. Then there was nothing for a bit, glorious nothing. 

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A woman who was angry at the world, taken from the site of her first defeat.

Cinder Fall's first thought was that at least the pain was gone. Then she opened her eyes, not quite sure where she was. She was seated in a decently plush dining chair at a cedar table. One part bleach three parts water, let sit for 15 minutes. The walls were a nice burnt orange, with an electric chandelier hung above the center. There were 9 others here, looking equally confused. 

Why?

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From half a world built by a tired Architect...

A team of expert salvagers from across Alrest were gathered, paid generous advances, and told to go drag up a legend. They did so, and the clients took a single boy down into the depths. They needed someone of the Archipelago's blood to open the doors, to unlock the seals. They knew what was supposed to be stored here, or rather, who. It would have been in poor taste for a brother not to keep track of his sisters, after all.

Eventually, after a lot of fighting, walking, and killing, the group made it's way to the depths of the ship. They heard a slight rumble, likely the ship finally settling its ballast after all this time. There was one last door, one last monster, and one last step before one Aegis met another. 

This meeting was apparently not to be, however, as when they reached the central chamber there was nothing. No Blond, Scarlet, or Green haired girl in a glass case, no Blade shoved into a pedestal, nothing. Either someone had gotten here before, that rumble had meant something, or the girl had never been here in the first place. The salvage group was paid the other half of the fee, the clients took the ship they had worked so hard for, and no one on Argentum saw them again for a lifetime. 

That boy, Rex, would go on to be one of the Guild's prime salvagers, riding his titan around the Cloud Sea for decades before discovering a way to get through the Sea into the world below. But that is not important to us now, is it? 

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…A girl seeking purpose, taken the moment before she was given one. 

When Pneuma came back to herself, she was not Pyra or Mythra. She was still Pneuma, core of the Aegis and still the girl who had once split off a part of herself when someone came to wake her up the first time. She was also not on Alrest anymore, a fact made abundantly clear by the fact that Siren was for once in her life below her current position.

She was also in a relatively comfortable chair at a Cedar dining table, in a room with a chandelier and burnt orange walls, with 9 other women and an empty seat.

Where had that old man taken her?

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From a world governed by the undercurrents of Mankind's thoughts…

Futaba Sakura, AKA Medjed, AKA Alibaba, AKA Futaba Isshiki, was having a bad day. 

Honestly, on a grand scale it was probably fine, but it felt particularly awful today for some reason. Like something had given her a debuff or something, or some anime protagonist was stuck fighting a demon in her head and was not caring about collateral damage. It was getting close to the anniversary, so of course things were going worse. 

her fault her fault Her Fault 

NO, bad thoughts, dont spiral today. Food would fix this. Sure, the expensive cup ramen she had delivered each month technically covered all of a human's needs, but she needed more than that, apparently. Her father Sojiro had left some leftover curry and rice in the fridge, so she could heat that up. That always made her feel better. 

If she still felt this bad next week, she would text Sojiro about it. He knew she sometimes needed to not say things. She trusted 3 people in this world, which probably wasn't healthy but none of them were therapists so she couldn't be told otherwise. 

It had once been one, before the car, before the betrayal, before they betrayed each other, before----

1: Sojiro, her dad guardian, the man who had adopted her after the torture that was her mother's extended family 

(Of course your family sucks, of course you would be no exception, of course ) 

2: The delivery guy. She had never learned his name, but he was the pretty much faceless provider of anything she bought online, and he had only ever broken one figurine in her time of knowing him. She wouldn't trust him with her life, but she would trust him with her PC upgrade parts, which was both more and less important 

3: Dr. Takemi, the nice doctor a couple streets down. She gave Futaba her checkups and stuff, everything an IRL healer was supposed to do. She also let her access her hoard of hard candies she got from her older patients. She also always recommended her some decent romance manga, although always Yuri stuff for some reason…

As Futaba's food heated up, her phone buzzed with a notification that some of her keywords had been said in Leblanc again. She could watch the logs while she ate, make sure the tenant wasn't stealing from the shop. Well, stealing anything other than Sojiro's weird food experiments, which hey, more power to him for opening the mystery box again and again. 

She had tried hacking his phone, but either he had bought that thing from a shady fae dealer or he had Kirijo Group levels of data protection, because it was a blank. All she could access was some of his chat messaging, and even then it was just basic stuff like Dr. Takemi asking him to come in for medical trials or his homeroom teacher's maid service, which she was for some reason still doing for him despite quitting the job. That was suspicious. 

As she thought about her possible adoptive brother Sojiro's tenant, she passed through the door to her room while carrying the curry, and all she saw was blue for a bit. 

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….A girl trying to prove herself wrong, taken the moment before she found a solution.

When she could see once again, she noticed she was in an unfamiliar place. Wooden table, decent chairs, orange walls, an actual chandelier, oh by Ganon she had probably been isekai'd hadn't she. Oh god she was so not ready for this, she didn't even have her final helping of glorious curry, she did not want to die to a demon king today! 

Then she noticed there were 9 other women in the room, sitting around the same table, and she vaguely recognized at least a couple of them, although she could not place where. She knew that tattoo though, that was Ouroboros. Why was Lust here? 

(She could already feel her heart pounding like a winch, tightening her chest and pulling her throat shut. At least she was in public, so there would be no voices.)

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From a world ruled by Truth…

Solaris Lust was annoyed.

The Elric brothers had dug too deep. They had come back to their lab, and were now running around like rats. Then there was fire. So much fire, and she couldn't quite remember how to fight it because her brain kept melting because of the fire. That Colonel was there, beaten, bloody, and scorched. He looked so angry, so focused on her. 

She reveled in that sort of undivided, perfectly focused attention on her. She was Father's human cravings, his needs to interact with others, his lusts, his drive to know his subjects. She had been the second Homunculus created, soon after Father began to grow bored of his endless cadre of women, subordinates, and children. This was the sort of attention she always craved, but only got once a century. 

But oh this was more, so much more. It was like he had crawled back from the edge of death itself just to kill her. The last one to be like this was some Ishvalan priest, decades before the war. Back then, it was never about her. To them, she was a faceless demon, an abomination to their God. To this man though, oh to him it was personal, and she loved that. 

She took her final chance and oh that look in his eyes, oh this was worth it. 

"You killed me… I hate losing… But there are worse ways to die than at the hands of a man like you. I love how cold and focused your eyes are. I look forward to the day when those eyes will be wide with agony. It's coming…. It's coming..."

Oh, she was finally dead. At least she got to see that look one last time. At least she got to die with the whole of someone trying to kill her for the monster she was. Oh, it was all worth it in the end.

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A woman seeking attention and praise, taken from the moment she received all the attention of a raging flame.

She wasn't dead. That was a shock. 

Father had often said that the Truth was an odd being, by mortal standards anyway. Was this some sort of afterlife? Or a punishment from the Truth, an equal exchange for all the attention she had stolen from humans? 

Oh, there were the senses back. Those always took a while to come back properly, especially when she was this low on souls. She would need to ask Father for mor--- Where was her connection? Why could she not sense his attention, however minor, on her? Where was she?

Cedar dining table, burnt orange walls, chandelier, 9 other women, empty chair. At least she was likely in Amestris, if nothing else. Even one of the younger girl's eyes were already staring at her, if a bit absentmindedly. 

At least she wasn't invisible. 

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From a world undergoing a revolution in quite a few senses after a war…

The last 3 years had sucked for Korra and Asami, although they were far from the only ones it sucked for. Although, it did have its great points. 

Watching someone get knocked out by a divine manifestation of the moon itself was not a memory Asami would ever forget, much like how Korra would never forget dropkicking Amon right into the Bay. Sadly, Korra having to fight to preserve the Avatar Spirit while still not fully healed from what was effectively spiritual rape had not done any favors for her spiritual healing, meaning she would need to spend an entire year in the North, healing.

That had been 2 years ago now, and the pair were finally home from their honeymoon. (They weren't allowed on Ember Island anymore.) Now they were back in Republic City, ready to say hello to family and friends once again. Korra was off to the now nearly overpopulated Airbender Island, while Asami was off to talk to her father for the first time in years. It was supposed to be a nice family day. This is why, when both were simultaneously enveloped in dark light as each crossed their respective threshold, they shared the exact same thought. 

"Not this again!" 

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…Two women exhausted from saving the world, taken from moments of familial reflection. 

When they came to, they were in a burnt orange room, sat next to each other at a wooden dining table with 8 other women, some of whom looked half spirit, and an empty seat.

Why couldn’t they just have one normal year? 

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These last four are from different variations on a world ruled by the Superhuman, or perhaps just one.....  

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...from a more grounded timeline.... 

Himiko Toga had not stepped foot on the Toga estate in nearly a year, and was more than fine with that. They had never given her the blood she so desperately needed craved.

She hadn't been able to steal any bags of ice in a while, so the most recent cooler had gone bad far too fast, so here she was again. It was risky stealing from a blood bank so close to UA but she had to. It had been a while since she got any blood, and she could already feel the mood swings and inability to focus starting. 

Oh Kami there was a Hero already here. Some big muscled guy in a red and black jumpsuit, with tubes connecting a tank on his back to his arms. Oh this was bad, she would have to be careful about this. 

Hold your breath, relax, and vanish 

She was through a door into a backroom without anyone noticing when all she saw was a dark red. 

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…A girl driven to the edge by society, taken before she went too far…, 

When she could see beyond the red hunger she could see she was in a dining room of some sort, with a chandelier and burnt orange walls. There were 9 other women in the room, and one empty chair right next to her. What kind of Quirk had she been hit with? Was this that Hero's Quirk? 

Where was she?

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...From a timeline that needed some help...

Yu Takeyama could honestly not find it in her to regret taking this job. 

Sure, the monsters of UA's class 1-A might have already taken a few years off her life from stress, but overall Mt. Lady would probably be signing right back on as a UA TA next year. Admittedly part of that was the substantial benefits package Nezu basically bribed her and the other new TA's with for this program, but she would not complain about it. 

It was about halfway through the year, and so the Hero Course were doing their training camp, which started out fine. Yu basically got to sit around watching the first year Hero course students training while one of the 1-B students tried to sink her into the ground. He never got very far, but it was an oddly relaxing sensation, like a mud bath. This kept on for a day or two, and then everything went to shit. The League of Villains had apparently gotten some new recruits, including a massive rock man who had gunned right for her. At first she thought Pixie-Bob was playing a prank on her as part of the Test of Courage, but nope this was a real villain. 

She fought the huge monster for a while, trying not to step on any students, but eventually she was distracted by a boom from the clifftop. Before she knew it, the thing she was increasingly considering the grandfather of all Nomu had grabbed her head and slammed her face first into the ground, before stomping. Then, all was black 

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A woman with a need to help, taken from the moment she failed to meet her match. 

When she came to, she was in a burnt orange room, seated at a dining table with 9 other women, and an empty seat next to her. She recognized Miruko and that one insane Support course student Powerloader was always complaining about, but who were the rest of them? Had they all been captured? Where were they? 

Were the Problem Children alive? 

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…From a timeline with a different answer…

Mei Hatsume was feeling more well rested than she had been in weeks, possibly because she actually was. She had just woken up from a Quirk enforced 12 hour nap. One of the Hero Course students, a purple haired kid with a mind control Quirk, had done it after Powerloader asked him to do so after he and a couple friends came into the 1-H support studio for costume upgrades.. 

She saw that there was only one other Support Course student in the 1-H dorms, Izuku Midoriya, AKA Million-Pointer-Kun, the nickname he had gotten from winning the first round of the Sports Festival. He was Nezu's personal student in the data analysis track of the Support Course, but still lived in the 1-H dorms. She waved goodbye to the one Support Course student that could actually stand her for long periods of time and headed to the Support Labs. 

She almost ran into the invisible Zero-Pointer-Chan on her way to those labs, but she didn't seem to mind. There was a reason she had made her assigned Hero Course partner's costume brightly colored, so that wouldn't happen on the field. Seeing a seemingly empty patch of air just erupt into black tentacles had been interesting, and so Mei had made sure to call dibs before the other Support students could. They seemed intimidated after that video was shown, and her declaration, for some reason. 

She was so caught up in her musings that she barely noticed when her vision suddenly turned a toxic green and she wasn't walking anymore. 

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…A girl with blueprints in her eyes, taken after some much needed rest…

She was so preoccupied with more ideas for support items that she only realized she was not in fact headed for the Labs anymore when the green started to fade from her vision. All thoughts of support items fled from her mind like the villains would from said support gear and she began zooming in on half of everything in the room. 

Burnt orange walls (fresh coat of paint too, nice), Cedar dining table and chairs (industrial strength wood polish), 9 other women (of varying ages and descriptions), and an empty chair opposite her. Had she wandered into some Hero thing UA was hosting, or was this the effect of some sort of Quirk? Had someone finally managed to reverse engineer a Teleportation Quirk?! Where even was she now?

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…From a timeline close to the truth…

Rumi "Miruko" Usagiyama was currently having one of the best times of her life. 

The Rabbit took in a Frog, and taught the Frog how to kick, how to jump, and how to turn her bluntness into a mace. Then, of course, they went hunting for the Hero Killer, because why not. Instead of instantly finding Stain, the pair found a lot of Nomu, and got to work. It was quite fun to be able to finally fight something that wasn't considered human, and so she could let loose to her heart's content. Nomu were classified in the same category as rampaging Quirked Animals, so basically anyone could deal with them, even without a proper Hero certification.This meant she did not even have to give her apprentice permission, and fill out paperwork for doing so, to let her fight the things! 

Miruko had just finished kicking a winged Nomu into the pavement and hopped away to let Endeavor burn the thing when she saw some gas seemingly leaking from a water tower. That gas turned out to be Kurogiri and Tomura Shigaraki of the League of Villains, priority targets! She hopped into action, aiming to kick the disintegrating villain unconscious, but ended up getting passed through one of Kurogiri's portals. Then all she saw was purple. 

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 ...A woman seeking thrills taken before those same thrills turned dark...

When Rumi came to, she was in a burnt orange room, seated at a dining table with 9 other women and an empty seat. She could hear one of them muttering, and another breathing far too fast to be healthy. 

Where had that overgrown gas leak sent her!?

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...And finally, from a world quite close to Reality... 

Janus Wigan was having an odd morning, but then again she had not really had a normal morning in a while, so was it really odd at this point? 

Of course, first came her morning alarm in the form of a call from her older sister Neomi. She lived in Rome, Italy, and as such her lunch break coincided with when Janus wanted to wake up given the time difference. She seemed quite worried this morning, something about her wife failing to contact her for a while. Janus tried to reassure her, but was pretty sure she had failed to do that. She was probably fine, but you never knew these days. 

She then finished up breakfast and started on her morning run. It wasn't anything impressive, just enough to keep her in shape, but hey better than nothing. Her normal route passed over a creek that tended to flood whenever it rained. It was at about the halfway point and made for a good rest stop to catch her breath, drink some water, and prepare for the run back home. Today was different, however, as there was a rainbow colored, but primarily pink, lump sitting in a divot on the side of the creek. It was probably just some litter or a minor meteor, so Janus went to go pick it up and inspect it. 

It was not a normal piece of litter or the average meteor, as once she reached out to grab it, the lump shifted a little and leapt at her arm. She then heard the phrase "User Found, Prepare For Integration." said in a vaguely robotic tone, along with the panicked voices of 10 women, before all she saw was white and green.

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...A woman with little else to do, chosen by an uncaring universe.

When the light faded, she was no longer out on a bridge on the edge of suburbia at dawn. She was instead seated at a cedar table in what looked like a dining room, with the same burnt orange colored walls that her grandparents had, and the same chandelier that hung in her own dining room. There were also 10 women, well, 6 women and 4 girls, seated around the table with her, making 11 total. She did not recognize most of them, but she certainly knew that tattoo, and that sci fi esque gear. 

Why was she in a room with Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and Pneuma from Xenoblade Chronicles 2? What had that lump done to her!?

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Thus were the Slots filled and a User found, but what else lies in wait?