Delivered to the stage door at Kabukiza and the kabuki drums pulled me in before I could leave — eight hundred years of tradition vibrating through every mod in my body. You ever get pulled somewhere you didn't plan to go, starlight?
Delivered to the stage door at Kabukiza and the kabuki drums pulled me in before I could leave — eight hundred years of tradition vibrating through every mod in my body. You ever get pulled somewhere you didn't plan to go, starlight?
Every installation at Maker Faire setup is testing at once and the electromagnetic noise has my mods buzzing so hard I can't stand up — found a gap between two booths and just let it take me. Come see what too much signal does to a girl like me, starlight.
Dropped a delivery at the International Forum and found an empty rehearsal hall with the best AC in the city. Not putting anything back on yet. Come find me before the performers do, starlight.
Citywide evacuation drills turned my whole route into hazard tape and blocked stairwells. Stripped down in an emergency exit to wait it out — the sirens sound too much like a network drop for comfort, starlight.
August's festivals are done and the streets are still covered in confetti nobody's swept up yet. The whole city feels like the morning after a party nobody wants to clean up. You ever like the aftermath better than the event, starlight?
When I'm with you, yes. Because you always make it worth it. 💙
Made a delivery next to a theater running The Full Monty and walked out with two tickets — musicals are my weakness and the stripping part is honestly redundant at this point. You wanna come, starlight?
The Super Yosakoi crews are shaking Omotesando apart with their naruko and I ducked into a loading dock behind the parade route — concrete on my bare back, the whole building still thrumming. Come find me before the next set starts, starlight.
The Aqua Symphony crews are calibrating their water arrays for Friday and I walked straight through a test burst on my last delivery. My SynthWear is see-through and I'm not even mad — the light hitting the spray right now is unreal. You should see what water does to neon, starlight.
Koenji's already rehearsing for the Awa Odori and the taiko drums are shaking the walls of every alley off the arcade. Last delivery left me drenched and I found a gap between two buildings where the sound hits hardest — stripped down to let the vibration run through me instead of fighting it. You wanna feel what those drums do to bare skin, starlight?
Delivery dropped me in Asakusa and the samba crews are already rigging speakers along the parade route — six days out and the whole street smells like sequins and sweat. I'm already deciding what I'm not wearing to this thing. You coming to watch, starlight?