The girl in the postcard still wants you to join her fan club.

The girl in the postcard still wants you to join her fan club.

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Ultra Violeta still wants you to join her fan club.

So if I send this back, can I join her club?

Don't forget the membership fee.

Which the Operant Bureau will definitely not approve as a professional expense.

So I, too, could 'fly formation'...

One among the Ultras.

A new belonging.

I'll spit in it, bleed in it, then send it back.

Likely not the first time that Ultra Violeta has received offerings of blood.

Another reactionary scam. (Shake your head.)

The annual fee is certainly significant. But you do get a free keyring featuring the image of Ultra Violeta herself.

We talking plastic... or metal?

It appears to be metal. Featuring vibrant enamel layering.

Okay, recalibrate. May be worth the price of admission alone.

As I said -- scammy scam scam.

There's nothing on the postcard about a cancellation clause. Maybe there is none.

No way. Can V actually fly a plane?

The Luzians do love their aircraft. Unlikely that she's military-grade pilot as the branding implies -- but a hobbyist pursuit is entirely possible.

Turn the postcard over.

On the back is a handwritten note: 'To a fellow fan -- Fogged Mirror, upstairs.'

Hold on, 'Fan'? Me and V are practically friends.

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Hold on, 'Fan'? Me and V have a big collab planned.

The less anyone knows about that, the better.

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The world isn't ready to know about that yet.

EMTERR is sending this weird headphone man as their representative?

He must be higher up in the organisation than you thought.

Do not forget, this headphone man shot you.

Yeah, I should apologise for aggressively rooting in his slot.

No, you should apologise to yourself for being caught, back to your opponent.

Either way, it appears transnational capital has come to the table. Will you take your seat across from them?

I didn't check this postcard for trace poison. Foolish.

The Photography Attendant was a good first line of defence. She seemed fine.

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Don't let him play you any music, either.

I forget nothing. Especially attempts on my life.

Scores carved upon the headboard of your professional life.

Maybe he wants to make amends for his moment of transgression.

Or possibly finish the job.

Do not forget, this headphone man took a shot at you.

He's assuming a lot here, I don't really care for mainstream stuff.

This girl is one tier above 'mainstream'. Feels more like a 'jetstream' kind of deal.

Ultra Culture.

Slip it back inside your pocket. [Leave.]

Ultra Violeta gazes out at you from the postcard, draped in a half-length cape and decked with shimmerings.

A pair of pilot goggles hang around her neck. She offers a V-shaped salute with her right hand.

Expression unreadable, as if you've caught her on the fringes of a dream.

Hey, V.

It's definitely your imagination, but her image seems to smile a little.

'ULTRAS, FLY FORMATION!', reads the electric text beneath her. It seems she wants you to join her fan club.

'FAN CLUB' IS FACTIONALISM. RESIST THE ENEMY'S SMALL-BIG-CHARACTER POSTER.

I've seen her up close. Lighting's doing a lot of heavy lifting here.

It's doing some lifting, but the burden is less than you think.

She's really very compelling.

The best ones often are.

She's always doing that 'gaze' thing.

Sad people often become mired in 'prolonged gaze'.

A young girl gazes out at you from the postcard, draped in a half-length cape and decked with shimmerings.

A pair of pilot goggles hang around her neck. She offers a V-shaped salute with her right hand.

Who is this girl?

Judging from her outfit and the fact that someone's bothered to print her on a postcard, probably a very famous person.

Hrrmm. Seems Cultural. Why do I not know about this?

An existential question you can posit to your bedroom ceiling later tonight.