Fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of irony. How else could one explain the fact that of the three hosts of a certain party in San Diego, California, the one with the most reservations was the one to die at the halfway point... How else would one explain the fact that a gathering of Anime Otaku would come within one hundred miles of an MTV beach party... And finally, how else could one explain the fact that when a young woman by the name of Keori arrived at said party, two of the people she most wanted to see were both dead and on ice, and the third had ridden off with a naked man on a motorcycle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IMPROFANFIC PRESENTS... IMPROPARTY PART XXXVIII: A CRUEL SENSE OF IRONY... WRITTEN BY YUORI (AKA Yun Ch'òlsu and Keori) ADDITIONAL MATERIAL BY: ERIC SPRAGUE IMPROPARTY STARTED BY WWWW (AKA W4) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The curly haired Impro author shifted her backpack on her shoulders and the large Igloo cooler in her left hand, and made her way up to the front door of Chez Impro. Sighing in relief (that was a LONG plane ride from Hawaii, and San Diego bus systems are confusing), she rang the doorbell. Nothing happened. Keori rang the doorbell again, with the same result. She pounded on the door, heard some yelling from inside, and put her hand on the doorknob, ready to invite herself in. Thankfully, Delfina chose that moment to swing the door open, thereby saving Keori f 1QA\rom breaking one of the major rules of etiquette. "Hi hi! I'm Delfina! And you are?" "Hi, Del-chan! I'm Keori. Glad to meet you." Keori extended her right hand, and was pulled inside abruptly. She found herself being dragged in the general direction of the kitchen, where Iron Chef Chen Kenichi cleaned up what looked like squirrel parts with a defeated expression on his face. Delfina stopped in front of the refrigerator and opened the freezer door with a flourish. "I left some ice cream in here a while ago, and it had better still be here, cause if it's gone I'll... it's not here. My ice cream is gone!! WHO TOOK MY ICE CREAM?!?!?" Delfina broke off into a furious roar. Keori quickly opened her cooler and shoved it in front of Delfina. The Improlady's eyes widened at the sight of so many pints of gourmet ice cream. "WAI!! Godiva Chocolate Chip! And Butter Pecan, and Double Chocolate Truffle, oh this is so awesome! Waiwaiwaiwaiwai!!!" The weight of the Igloo cooler diminished exponentially, and Delfina ran back out into the living room. Keori sighed. Well, ice cream was meant to be eaten. She hoped that Delfina's share wasn't too badly melted; the rest should probably go into freezer to keep it solid. Keori caught the freezer door as it swung back towards her and was about to place two pints of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia on the top shelf when her eye caught a familiar scrap of cloth hanging over the edge of a bucket that was taking up the majority of the room in the freezer. "Why would Yun put his denim jacket in the freezer? That nut." Keori reached for the bucket and plopped it on the floor before taking a really close look at the contents. "OH MY GOD!!!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Down in the Impro basement Jeff was grunting with the effort of reinstalling the power source on the cloning tank. Kate looked at him anxiously. "Um, are you sure you know what you're doing, Jeff?" "Oh yeah, I just need to put the battery back into the power chamber and reconnect the wires. Could you hand me the small wrench?" Kate obliged. "There, it's done. Just gotta close the cover, and voila! The cloning tank is back to normal!" Jeff shut the power chamber door and turned the latch. Dusting off his hands, he looked at Kate and asked, "Shall we?" The two went back upstairs to the living room where the Neon Genesis Evangelion marathon was still in progress. The basement being empty, only the Comfy Chair witnessed the little red light blinking ominously and the soft "meep" "meep" noise emanating from the Impro Cloning Tank. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eric sat at the bar alone, nursing a glass of scotch. He tried to mingle, but that had proved to be harder than he expected. It was kind of hard to talk to people when they were running away from two guys with squirrel heads on coat hangers. Once the panic had died down, he tried to figure out what exactly had happened when the person he was talking to became a plushie. As he looked around the room, he saw that all of the guys had either become plushified or shonenized. Except for himself that is. Eric didn't have an explanation for that. It didn't matter now since everyone was back to normal.....relatively speaking. He wasn't exactly having the time of his life at the moment. Sure, he could blame it on the fact that he didn't know anyone here, but he knew that wasn't the reason. This is what always happened at any kind of social gathering he went to. He'd just get away from the crowd and sulk. Well, damnit, that was all about to change! He would leave his mark on this party if it almost killed him. He had a plan and it was time to put it into motion. He flagged Elvis down, "Could use a refill here. Oh by the way, the karaoke machine has opened up." Elvis started to refill the glass, "I told you already, I don't want to sing anymore. Bartending is what I want to do now." Eric smirked, "Come on Elvis, you know you want to do it. It's in your blood. Sure, maybe you were overwhelmed and jaded by your success. Then when the aliens abducted you, you had them clone you and give the clone self-destructive habits so that it would eventually die, thereby faking your death. However, you can't tell me that you've completely lost the desire to perform. To hear the roar of the crowd. You KNOW that you want to get up there and sing. You were BORN to do it. My god man, you're the KING! Now get out there and sing like you've never sang before!" Elvis looked at Eric for a moment, then set the bottle down, "You're right. I've been fooling myself for too long. The stage is where I belong! Sure, it may be a porch in the back of a house where the weirdest damn party is going on, but it's still a stage! Thank you Eric, thank you for helping me out of denial." Eric smiled, "Just being helpful. Go get 'em, King!" he said as Elvis took off for the back yard. When he left earshot, Eric laughed softly to himself, "All too easy. Now to put my plan into motion." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keori slumped down on the kitchen tiles and tried to think. Yun was dead in a bucket, Delfina had taken most of her ice cream, and she didn't really know anyone by sight here. Crap. She hoisted the bucket with the Cajun's remains back into the freezer for the moment and decided to search for W4. He could help. Shouldering her backpack, Keori walked out into the living room to find a swarm of people huddled around the TV watching Ikari Shinji angst. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me, I'm Keori, can anyone tell me where Woof is?" A chorus of "SHHHH!!!" was her only answer. "Really, I need to find Woof-" "Quiet!" Keori took a deep breath. "FER LINA'S SAKE, WHERE'S WOOF?!?!" The ImproWitch should have watched where she was flailing her arms; her right fist caught MechaLink in the face, knocking his head off of the cyborg's shoulders. Keori watched in shock as it rolled under the sofa and MechaLink fell to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry! You must be MechaLink. Let me get your head back for you." Keori crawled under the sofa to retrieve MechaLink's head, MechaLink groping blindly after her. She refastened it to his neck and fixed it with some masking tape. "There, I hope it stays. Sorry about your head." Rgs looked rather askance at the scene and asked, "Hey, that girl's giving Mechalink head under the sofa!" Lurker perked up. "What does everybody want?" he asked. "HEAD!!!" chorused the collective of authors, shaking their Mighty Forearms. On the television screen, was yet another Ikari Shinji Freak-Out Session(tm). Wai. Keori crawled back out from under the sofa and helped MechaLink to his feet. He seemed all right. She stood up and faced him. "You ARE MechaLink, right?" "Right." He blinked a few times and extended his hand. "And you're Keori?" "Yeah. Um, where's Woof? Or Steph? Yun's dead in the freezer and I need to do something about it. Not to blow you off or anything." "Well, Steph left a while ago and Woof's dead, too." "Woof's dead?" "Yeah. Come on, I'll take you to his grave." Keori shook her head and took a few deep breaths. "I need some ice cream." Delfina's head rose from the crowd clustered around the television and asked, "K-chan, you have more ice cream? Can I have some?" "Sure. Why not." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Roe was walking by the front door when all of a sudden there was a knock at said door. "Who could that be?" he said to no one in particular. Just as he was about to open the door, a black blur shot past him and yelled, "I'll get it! It's for me!" The blur slowed down and took the shape of a person. The person in question opened the door and smiled, "Hey, that was quick. Come on in." he said as he motioned deeper into the house. Roe stood there confused as he saw 10 people enter Chez Impro carrying various tools used in house construction. After the last worker came in, the person who answered the door closed it and looked to Roe, waving his hand slowly in front of him, "You didn't see a thing." he said before he ran off. Roe scratched his head, "What the hell was that about? And who was that anyway?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris Nichols reached the bottom of the basement stairs, prepared to hatch more nefarious schemes as Grand High Inquisitor Torquemada, when he heard a "meep" "meep" noise. Looking past the Comfy Chair, he noticed the little red light still blinking ominously on the Impro Cloning Tank. "Is it supposed to do that?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MechaLink trudged beside the newcomer on their way out to the iceberg. She was working her way through Haagen Dazs Mint Chip with a vengeance and muttering to herself in Korean. "Keori, are you sure you want to do this?" "Oh yeah," she blurted out through a frozen mouthful, "I never got here to visit Woof like I promised; I should at least pay last respects, right?" MechaLink nodded and kept walking. Keori made her way to the grave behind MechaLink and stood there for a moment in contemplation. Sighing deeply, she scooped out a large spoonful of ice cream and dumped it on top of the coffin. "Sorry, Scott-sama. Everything we talked about, all the chaos we had planned-it all comes to this. Hope you like Mint Chip; it's my favorite." The ice cream slid down the side of the coffin in the California sun and refroze to the iceberg on the side of the hole. Keori sighed again. "Well, that's done." She began walking back toward the house. MechaLink followed, looking thoughtful. "It's too bad you weren't here earlier, we had Woof's clone. I know it's not the real thing, but it was sure close." Keori looked at MechaLink. "Did you say 'Woof's clone'?" "Yeah, we have a cloning tank in the basement. It cloned Woofer even after he was already dead." Keori stopped and gleefully threw her arms around MechaLink. "WAIWAIWAIWAI!!! I know what to do now!! Oh, thank you, Mecha!! She ran off, leaving MechaLink standing on the beach with a puzzled expression. "You're welcome, I guess..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back in the basement, Chris Nichols and Calculus were standing next to the cloning tank attempting to figure out why it was "meep"-ing. "I don't know, it's never made that sound before," Calculus said. "Are you sure no one has been down here?" "Pretty sure," Chris answered, "but given the number of people here, I'm probably wrong about that." Calculus facefaulted, then marched back up the stairs towards the ice cream and Evangelion. Chris shrugged and followed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keori ran into the kitchen and, flinging open the freezer door, grabbed the bucket of Yun in a hopeful rush. She charged towards what she hoped was the door to the basement, but instead turned out to be a broom closet with squirrel fur scattered on the floor. "Ew. This is not the droid I'm looking for." Opening doors at random finally proved fruitful. Keori hurtled down the basement stairs, narrowly avoiding falling and adding one more casualty to the party, and approached the cloning tank. She placed the bucket carefully on the floor and looked for some kind of instructions. Nothing. "Aigu. Do I just toss him in?" Apparently so. Keori opened the lid on the tank and emptied the contents of the bucket, swishing it around for good measure. "Hope I got all of him." She pushed the yellow button. The cloning tank hummed, vibrated, and made some clanking sounds faintly resembling a 1978 General Electric washing machine before it ground to a halt. The top cracked open. Keori held her breath. "Spooork?" said a small voice as a furry yellow creature resembling a Pokemon hopped out. It had black Sporks sticking out of its ears; electricity crackled between them. It looked at Keori and wound itself around her ankles. "Spork!" it squeaked happily. Keori picked up the thing and held it at arm's length to inspect it. This wasn't Yun. The creature stretched its mouth into a smile and pushed the red button. The cloning tank hummed, spun, and vibrated again before stopping. The top was flung open, and out clambered a Korean girl. She looked mischievously at Keori. "Keori-sshi, òtteyo?" Keori stared in amazement at the being in front of her and managed to stammer out an appropriate response. "Chohta. Yun-sshi?" "Ani, nae-ga 'Yun-chan' iya!" Keori nodded weakly. Oh, poopie. Yun-chan looked at the backpack next to Keori, and made a grab for it. She rummaged through it before scooping it up with a happy squeal. "Cool! You brought your leather stuff! I knew you would! Bye!" "Hey, wait a sec! That's mine!" Too late. Yun-chan had run up the stairs with the backpack, leaving Keori with a yellow electric furry thing and only the blue button left. She pushed it. The machine went through its routine of thumps and screeching before the top was vehemently thrown open and Yun climbed out, gasping. "That sucked. K-CHAN, MANSE!!!!" ***Insert appropriate glomping here.*** "Spoork?" Yun looked over at the yellow furball which was sitting and watching the glomping with some interest. "You have Sporkachu? How did it get here?" "I don't know," Keori responded. "It was the first one out of the cloning tank. Yun-chan took my backpack, though. When I get my hands on her-" "Yun-chan?" "Yeah, she was second. Why are there three of you? Mecha said that the cloning tank would resurrect, but he didn't mention multiple clones. What's up with that?" "Oooh boy." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien Phoenix (nee Roc) was wandering the upstairs hallway when the bathroom door opened and out popped a Korean girl wearing a black leather minidress and thigh-high, spike-heeled leather boots. A backpack was swinging from her hand. "Well, hi there!" She smiled widely, looking Damien up and down. Damien bigsweatted as he found himself being pushed through the first available door. It led into an empty bedroom. "Who..." he managed to gasp as the door closed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yun and Keori ran up the stairs and down the hallway towards the living room. ElRutt grabbed Yun's arm as they flew past. "Hey, Yun, you're back! Cool! Who's this? And what is THAT?" ElRutt reached for the Sporkachu, which narrowed its eyes. "SPOOOORKACHUUU!!!" A bolt of lightning arched through the space between the Sporkachu and ElRutt, ElRutt's eyes widened in shock and surprise, and smoke came out of his ears as his body crumpled. "That looked like it hurt," Yun deadpanned. Keori thwapped him. "Thank you, Captain Obvious. What do we do with the body?" Yun shrugged. "Hide it?" Keori found herself once more opening doors at random until she opened the door to the closet containing squirrel fur. She gestured towards it. "Help me move the corpse." Important note: ElRutt as deadweight is VERY heavy. Keori ran into the living room and searched the faces for Yun-chan. No, not here. Oh, sweet, look at all that leather on that guy... Eslington looked at the strange woman holding the Sporkachu and blinked as she scurried up to him. He tried to back away with no success, then noticed Yun following her and breathed a sigh of relief. "Yun, have you seen Myth? I want my own clothes back." "Sorry, Eslington, I just got resurrected. Not a clue where she is." "You're Eslington?" Keori grinned wildly. "I LOVE your leather. Where'd you get it?" Eslington blinked again. This woman made him nervous. "Oh, KAWAII!!" shrieked a female voice. The three turned around to see Angelcat, her face aglow, rush up to the Sporkachu and gaze raptly at it. She looked at Keori. "Can I hold it?" Eslington seized the opportunity to sneak away from the disturbing women with the furry yellow thing and took off in search of Myth. Keori shrugged. "If it'll let you." She held the Sporkachu out in Angelcat's direction. It sniffed at her and queried, "Spork?" "Hi, oh look at you you are just too cute can I keep it pleasepleaseplease?" "Spork!!!" Sporkachu voiced its agreement and held out its paws to Angelcat. She took it from Keori and cuddled it happily. "Wai!! I always wanted one of these! Thank you, um, who are you?" "I'm Keori. Glad you like the Sporkachu. I could never keep it; I have a feeling it would fry my cat, Himitsu." Angelcat quirked an eyebrow. "Your cat's name is Himitsu?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Strange noises were coming out of several different bedrooms at Chez Impro, one in particular. "Where'd I put my toolbox?" "Your toolbox???" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Freed of Sporkachu and not finding Yun-chan anywhere on the first floor, Keori and Yun went up to the second. They stood there in the hallway for a moment listening for a clue as to the wereabouts of the female avatar when she burst out of a door, leather dress stained and ripped, boots gone, and a look of horror on her face. "I have just been [VIOLATED]!!!" "When did she learn how to use Brackets of Power?" Yun mused. "My [DRESS]!!!" Keori roared. "When did YOU learn how to use them?" Yun asked. Damien chose that moment to emerge from the bedroom, shirtless, and holding a pair of needle-nosed pliers. He looked at Yun-chan, Yun, and Keori, and asked the only logical question: "Whaaaat?" Keori took a flying leap at Yun-chan and pummeled her into the bathroom. The door slammed shut and locked. Sounds of a scuffle, thuds, shrieks of "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COST?!?!?!", and naughty words in Korean were heard before a gigantic *CRUNCH* and then a squishing sound echoed through the hallway. Keori came out holding a bathroom scale, a good deal of which was covered in blood. "Oops." Yun facepalmed. "I...think I broke her," Keori stammered. Yun looked at the mess in the bathroom and facepalmed again, "You think?" Damien looked at the pair and quickly disappeared back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Keori looked at Yun hopefully. "Can we go now?" "Good idea." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eric stood back and looked at the finished product of his plan. With a little ingenuity and some of the party's funds, what was once just a bar was now a blues club. To the right of the bar was a small stage where a three-piece band was set up, but the band currently on break. In their place, B.B. King's "The Thrill Is Gone" was playing over the speakers. The lights in the club were dialed down, giving it a sedated look. Wisps of smoke seemingly came from nowhere and hung in the air. The smell of whiskey combined with the smoke, giving the club it's final touch. Eric walked behind the bar, over which hung a sign that read; 'House of Blues: San Diego Branch,' and poured himself a drink, waiting for his first customer to walk in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keori dropped the bathroom scale in the tub, and wrestled the dress off of the corpse. Together she and Yun hefted their second corpse of the day, this time into the tub after the scale. They ran from the bathroom, Keori stopping at the bedroom to collect her backpack and boots, and tiptoed down the stairs. Yun stuck his headphones into his ears and turned on his K-rock, attempting to shrink into his denim jacket and look inconspicous. Keori shoved both dress and boots into her backpack and began to whistle Queen's "I'm Going Slightly Mad". They gently made their way towards the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. It was then that they ran like hell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author Entity's notes... Keori ----- -Thanks first and foremost to GTE for providing me with overseas calling rates which enable me to talk to Yun in Korea from Hawaii without financially crippling myself. -Thanks to Yun and Chu for a wonderful week of vacation in Korea. -Thanks to ElRutt for offering to up my body count by one ^_^ -Apologies to the Wyvern for not including his cameo. Sorry, no one except ElRutt wanted to die. -Thanks to Dbl_Agnt for his contributions. -Thanks to W4 for everything, and looking forward to October!!! Waiwaiwai!!! Yun ---- -Thanks to all the people Keori thanked... -Thanks to Damien for letting us molest him... -Thanks to K-chan for writing this when my keyboard went schizo... -Thanks to Ch'u (Not Lawrence) for... well... being Ch'u... -The conversation between Keori and Yun-chan is as follows: Keori-sshi, òtteyo? = Keori, How are you? Chohta. Yun-sshi? = Good. Yun? Ani, nae-ga 'Yun-chan' iya! = No, I am 'Yun-chan!' "-sshi" is a generic title, like the Japanese "-san." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dramatis Personae: Aaron Pinnick: Chez Impro Aaron Shattuck: Chez Impro - kitchen Angelcat: Chez Impro Anko: Chez Impro Ardweden: Chez Impro BlackMage: Chez Impro Blade: Chez Impro Calculus: Chez Impro Cham: Chez Impro Chris: Chez Impro ColdFury: Chez Impro Coyote: Chez Impro Damien Phoenix: Chez Impro - Bedroom Dan: Chez Impro Delfina: Chez Impro ElRutt: Chez Impro - Dead Epsilon: Chez Impro - Subbasement, W2 minion Eslington: Chez Impro Eric Sprague (Double Agent): House of Blues Eternal Lost Lurker: Chez Impro Falcon: Chez Impro Fatman: Chez Impro Greg: Chez Impro H: Chez Impro HottCoffee: Chez Impro Jake: Chez Impro Jeff: Chez Impro Jesse: Chez Impro Kate Malloy: Chez Impro Katy: Chez Impro Kimberli: Chez Impro Illyria: Chez Impro Lady Brick: Chez Impro Lady Chaos: Chez Impro Lawrence: Chez Impro Mark Poa: Chez Impro Mechalink: Chez Impro Montae: Chez Impro Myth: Chez Impro NeoVid: Chez Impro nihility (Eric): Chez Impro Omi no Miko: Chez Impro Phoebe: Chez Impro Rain: Chez Impro Rags: Chez Impro Random: Chez Impro Ravi: Chez Impro Robin: Chez Impro Roe: Chez Impro Samantha: Chez Impro Scott Schimmel: Chez Impro Squall (John Evans): Chez Impro Steve Scougall: Chez Impro Tameran: Chez Impro Todd: Chez Impro Twoflower: Chez Impro VVerevvolf: Chez Impro Wang Tu Chung: Chez Impro W4: Dead still - back in iceberg grave Zrith: Chez Impro Supporting Cast: Bimbos: Somewhere... Bishounen: Ragnarok - They are? @_@ oops Catguys: Somewhere... Chippy: Stomachs of Panel -- Dead Cousin Pete: Moving away Evil Neighbors From Hell: Moving away Hardhead Fred: Moving away Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: Chez Impro Kitchen Jess: Iceberg - calmed down by now, watching W4's grave Keith Richards: Abu Dhabi Kieran McWatson: Sub-basement Kimberli's Mecha: Chez Impro - Iceberg Leonardo DiCaprio: Abu Dhabi Mysterious Man: Clone tanks Old Man: The Past Phineas McWatson: Dead - Past and Present Quistis: Chez Impro Ragnarok: North of Chez Impro Sporkachu: Chez Impro - w/ Angelcat Ura: Chez Impro - Iceberg Weight-of-Ardweden Doll: Chez Impro - w/ Mecha? Young Elvis: No longer dead - Stage Yun-chan: Dead - Bathtub