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(5 seconds after the Fall)
(Generic Night Club, 7:09 pm)
Kumi is working her night job, being a Agejo Gyaru hostess practicing her Techpara* skills in the massive employee break room. She doesn’t realize it yet, but in about 12 seconds, the teleportation and yassifying process will be done, and Will and Hannibal will magically teleport into a nice condo, decorated with things from their own separate houses, things that they never have even really seen, like a chair that is in the form of a high heel, and a whole bookshelf AND vanity set filled with magazines, specifically Popteen, EGG, PopSister and even Blenda magazines, and even some of Hannibal’s psychology books. And the most amazing part? THE MAKEUP!!! A dream for any girl, Gyaru or not! Anyways, back to the break room.
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It all goes black. Not just for Kumi, For everyone in the night club. For 10 grueling minutes. Yet, they don’t even remember! Although in those 10 minutes, a lot happened. Firstly, Hannibal and Will’s makeup is magically perfected! Secondly— Hannibal is rocking a new tan while Will is only slightly more tanned than before, and third, Hannibal and Will’s clothing and body type are tailored for them perfectly. Hannibal looks alot like a more formal look of Agejo, and he has more of a buff body type, very lean, yet still a nice pear shape! Will on the other hand, is more like a Ganguro meets Tsuyome Gyaru, with a hourglass that looks more like a round shape than it does a hourglass, but who cares!
The last thing that happens really is their hair gets more styled, probably because they now have some nice wigs that fit both of their styles, and I probably shouldn’t have forgot this, but they are also now WOMAN! Very surprising, if you didn’t catch the hint before!
Now, they get teleported right in front of the club, dazed, and they don’t quite understand japanese, but now they can somehow… understand it? They can barely read, but they speak almost like a local! Atleast, Will can, Hannibal speaks horribly formally! I mean, atleast they look exactly like locals? Well, it’s not gonna matter later on anyways, but their 10 minutes is over. They have no time to understand what happened, just only the thought of fitting in to survive, and they enter the club.