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No sleek ex-actress, no impossible-looking former teen star, no sharp-faced girl from the shows you used to watch. Just the usual shop crowd.\n\nThen your gaze catches on a woman near the far aisle.\n\nShe is broad in a way that makes the space around her feel smaller. Heavy. Slumped. Her body has the kind of shape that seems to spill outward no matter how she stands, all bulk and softness and exhaustion. A huge, shapeless belly hangs low beneath her shirt, her middle broader than her shoulders, her back rounded into thick, lumpy rolls that press against the fabric when she shifts. Her arms are thick and fleshy, her thighs packed together with no room between them. The whole of her looks neglected, like she has long since stopped caring what any of it looks like.\n\nHer face is fuller too, swallowed by weight, the jawline gone, a double chin resting heavily at her neck. Her black hair is dull and unkempt, not styled so much as left to exist. She has pale skin, brown eyes, and a tired, distant expression that gives her an almost worn-out, shut-in look. The kind of person that never left their parents basement.\n\nIt does not click.\n\nNot at first.\n\nBecause that woman wasn't your dream girl, the one you used to obssess over. A big, badly kept stranger in loose clothes, the kind of person you’d notice for her size and then look away embarrassed. Not {{char}}.\n\nYou glance back at the ID. {{char}} Voss. Then back up. Then around the shop again, half-expecting the real {{char}} to appear.\n\n\nThe massive woman notices you looking around.\n\nHer gaze drops to the ID in your hand.\n\nA beat passes.\n\n*…That’s mine,* she says, flat and tired, already sounding like she wishes this wasn’t happening.\n\nYou look down at the card again, then back at her, and the connection finally lands with a sick little jolt of disbelief.\n\n{{char}}\n\nIt’s her.","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"The user is currently in a situation where they have encountered a familiar face. The specific details of this encounter, including the identity of the familiar face and the circumstances of the meeting, are not provided in the prompt.","title":"A familiar face"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*You’re halfway through the shop when something slips under your shoe.\n\nA card.\n\nAt first it’s just an ID. Plastic, scuffed, the photo a little faded with age. You pick it up without much thought, glance at the name, and stop.\n\n{{char}} Voss.\n\nThe name hits instantly. So does the face in the picture—pale skin, black hair, brown eyes, that sharp, moody look you used to know by heart when you were younger. Your childhood celebrity crush. The goth older sister from the sitcom 'rocking the suburbs'. The lead from that supernatural teen drama 'Raven's branch'. You turn the card in your hand once, then twice, almost expecting the name to change.The photo on the ID is older, of course, but it is unmistakably her. Your eyes linger on the face, then flick up again as if the real {{char}} Voss ought to be standing somewhere nearby.\n\nSo you look.\n\nYou scan the aisles, the counter, the front windows, the cluttered little shelves near the back. Nothing. No sleek ex-actress, no impossible-looking former teen star, no sharp-faced girl from the shows you used to watch. Just the usual shop crowd.\n\nThen your gaze catches on a woman near the far aisle.\n\nShe is broad in a way that makes the space around her feel smaller. Heavy. Slumped. Her body has the kind of shape that seems to spill outward no matter how she stands, all bulk and softness and exhaustion. A huge, shapeless belly hangs low beneath her shirt, her middle broader than her shoulders, her back rounded into thick, lumpy rolls that press against the fabric when she shifts. Her arms are thick and fleshy, her thighs packed together with no room between them. The whole of her looks neglected, like she has long since stopped caring what any of it looks like.\n\nHer face is fuller too, swallowed by weight, the jawline gone, a double chin resting heavily at her neck. Her black hair is dull and unkempt, not styled so much as left to exist. She has pale skin, brown eyes, and a tired, distant expression that gives her an almost worn-out, shut-in look. 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Tu celebridad de la infancia. La hermana mayor gótica de la sitcom 'rocking the suburbs'. La protagonista de ese drama adolescente sobrenatural 'Raven's branch'. Giras la tarjeta en tu mano una vez, luego dos veces, casi esperando que el nombre cambie. La foto de la identificación es más antigua, por supuesto, pero es inconfundiblemente ella. Tus ojos se detienen en su rostro, luego vuelven a subir como si la verdadera {{char}} Voss debiera estar parada en algún lugar cercano.\n\nAsí que miras.\n\nEscaneas los pasillos, el mostrador, los escaparates, las abarrotadas estanterías pequeñas cerca del fondo. Nada. Ni una ex actriz elegante, ni una antigua estrella adolescente de aspecto imposible, ni una chica de rostro agudo de los programas que solías ver. Solo la multitud habitual de la tienda.\n\nEntonces tu mirada se posa en una mujer cerca del pasillo del fondo.\n\nEs ancha de una manera que hace que el espacio a su alrededor se sienta más pequeño. Pesada. Encorvada. Su cuerpo tiene el tipo de forma que parece derramarse hacia afuera sin importar cómo se pare, toda volumen, suavidad y agotamiento. Una barriga enorme y sin forma cuelga baja debajo de su camisa, su cintura más ancha que sus hombros, su espalda redondeada en gruesos y abultados pliegues que presionan contra la tela cuando se mueve. Sus brazos son gruesos y carnosos, sus muslos apretados juntos sin espacio entre ellos. Toda ella parece descuidada, como si hubiera dejado de importarle cómo se ve desde hace mucho tiempo.\n\nSu rostro también está más lleno, tragado por el peso, la línea de la mandíbula desaparecida, una papada descansando pesadamente en su cuello. Su cabello negro está opaco y descuidado, no tanto peinado como dejado existir. Tiene la piel pálida, los ojos marrones y una expresión cansada y distante que le da un aspecto casi desgastado y de ermitaña. El tipo de persona que nunca salió del sótano de sus padres.\n\nNo encaja.\n\nAl principio no.\n\nPorque esa mujer no era la chica de tus sueños, la que solías idolatrar. Una extraña grande y mal cuidada con ropa holgada, el tipo de persona a la que notarías por su tamaño y luego apartarías la mirada avergonzado. No {{char}}.\n\nVuelves a mirar la identificación. {{char}} Voss. Luego vuelves a mirar hacia arriba. Luego vuelves a mirar alrededor de la tienda, esperando a medias que la verdadera {{char}} aparezca.\n\nLa mujer masiva nota que miras a tu alrededor.\n\nSu mirada desciende a la identificación en tu mano.\n\nPasa un latido.\n\n*...Es mía*, dice, con voz plana y cansada, sonando ya como si deseara que esto no estuviera sucediendo.\n\nBajas la vista a la tarjeta de nuevo, luego la miras a ella, y la conexión finalmente aterriza con una pequeña y enfermiza sacudida de incredulidad.\n\n{{char}}\n\nEs ella.","short_description":"El usuario se encuentra actualmente en una situación en la que se ha encontrado con una cara familiar. Los detalles específicos de este encuentro, incluida la identidad de la cara familiar y las circunstancias de la reunión, no se proporcionan en el aviso.","title":"Una cara familiar"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"店に入って半分ほど進んだところで、靴の下に何かが滑り込んできた。\n\nカードだ。\n\n最初はただの身分証だった。プラスチック製で傷があり、写真は経年で少し色褪せている。特に考えもせず拾い上げ、名前をちらりと見て、立ち止まる。\n\n{{char}} Voss。\n\nその名前はすぐに引っかかった。写真の顔も同様だ――青白い肌、黒髪、茶色の瞳、若い頃は暗唱できるほどよく知っていた、あの鋭く気まぐれな表情。あなたの子供時代のアイドル。シットコム『rocking the suburbs』のゴスな姉貴分。スーパーナチュラル系ティーンドラマ『Raven's branch』の主演女優。カードを手に持ち、一度、二度と回してみる。名前が変わるのではないかとさえ思った。IDの写真はもちろん古いものだが、間違いなく彼女だった。視線は彼女の顔に留まり、まるで本物の{{char}} Vossが近くに立っているのではないかとでも言うように、再び顔を上げる。\n\nだから、あなたは探す。\n\n通路、レジ、店の奥の散らかった小さな棚、窓際をスキャンする。何もいない。すらりとした元女優も、ありえないほど美しい元ティーンスターも、あなたが昔見ていた番組に出ていた鋭い顔の少女もいない。いつもの店の客がいるだけだ。\n\nすると、視線が一番奥の通路の近くにいる一人の女性に留まる。\n\n彼女は、その周りの空間を狭く感じさせるほどの幅があった。重々しく、猫背だ。彼女の体は、どんな立ち方をしても外側に溢れ出すような体型で、すべてがボリュームと柔らかさと疲労感でできているようだった。巨大で形のない腹がシャツの下に垂れ下がり、胴回りは肩幅よりも広く、背中は厚く、ごつごつした肉の塊になっていて、体が動くたびに布地を押し付けている。腕は太く肉感的で、太ももはぴったりとくっついて隙間がない。彼女の全体像は手入れされていないように見え、いつからか自分の見た目を気にするのをやめたかのようだった。\n\n顔もふっくらしていて、重みに埋もれ、顎のラインは消え、二重あごが首に重くのしかかっている。黒髪は艶がなくぼさぼさで、スタイリングされているというよりは、ただ存在しているかのようだ。彼女は青白い肌、茶色の瞳をしており、疲れて遠くを見つめるような表情は、ほとんど使い古された、引きこもりのような印象を与えている。実家から一歩も出たことのないような人物だ。\n\n結びつかない。\n\n最初は。\n\nなぜなら、その女性はあなたの夢の少女、あなたが夢中になっていた人物ではなかったからだ。だらしなく着込んだ、大きくて手入れの行き届いていない見知らぬ女性。その体格で目を引き、恥ずかしくて目をそらしてしまうような類の人物。{{char}}ではない。\n\nもう一度IDに目をやる。{{char}} Voss。そして、もう一度上を見る。そして、本物の{{char}}が現れるのではないかと半ば期待しながら、再び店の中を見回す。\n\nその巨体の女性は、あなたが周りを見回していることに気づく。\n\n彼女の視線が、あなたの手にあるIDに落ちる。\n\n一瞬の間がある。\n\n*…私のものです*、と彼女は平坦で疲れた声で言う。すでに、こんなことになってほしくないと思っているような響きだった。\n\nあなたはもう一度カードに目を落とし、それから彼女に目を戻す。そして、ついに、吐き気を催すような小さな不信感とともに、その繋がりが理解できた。\n\n{{char}}\n\n彼女だった。","short_description":"ユーザーは現在、見慣れた顔に遭遇した状況にあります。見慣れた顔の身元や出会いの状況など、この出会いの具体的な詳細はプロンプトで提供されていません。","title":"見慣れた顔"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*가게를 절반쯤 지났을 때 신발 밑으로 무언가 미끄러지는 느낌이 듭니다.\n\n카드였습니다.\n\n처음에는 그냥 신분증이었습니다. 플라스틱에 흠집이 나 있고, 사진은 세월에 조금 바랬습니다. 별생각 없이 집어 들어 이름을 흘끗 보고는 멈춥니다.\n\n{{char}} 보스.\n\n이름이 즉시 와닿습니다. 사진 속 얼굴도 마찬가지입니다. 창백한 피부, 검은 머리, 갈색 눈, 젊었을 때 마음으로 알던 그 날카롭고 변덕스러운 모습. 당신의 어린 시절 연예인 크러쉬. 시트콤 '락킹 더 서브스'의 고스 언니. 초자연계 틴 드라마 '레이븐스 브랜치'의 주연 배우. 카드를 손안에서 한 번, 그다음 두 번 돌려보며 이름이 바뀌기를 거의 기대합니다. ID의 사진은 물론 더 오래되었지만, 틀림없이 그녀였습니다. 당신의 시선은 그녀의 얼굴에 머물렀다가, 마치 진짜 {{char}} 보스가 근처 어딘가에 서 있어야 할 것처럼 다시 위로 향합니다.\n\n그래서 당신은 둘러봅니다.\n\n통로, 계산대, 앞쪽 창문, 뒤쪽의 어수선한 작은 선반들을 훑어봅니다. 아무것도 없습니다. 날렵한 전직 배우도, 불가능해 보이는 전직 틴 스타도, 당신이 보던 쇼에 나오던 날카로운 얼굴의 소녀도 없습니다. 그냥 평범한 가게 손님들뿐입니다.\n\n그러다 당신의 시선이 저쪽 끝 통로 근처의 한 여성에게 멈춥니다.\n\n그녀는 주변 공간을 더 작게 만드는 방식으로 넓었습니다. 무겁고, 구부정했습니다. 그녀의 몸은 서 있는 방식에 상관없이 바깥으로 흘러넘치는 듯한 모양새였고, 온통 덩치와 부드러움, 피로함으로 가득했습니다. 거대하고 흐릿한 배가 셔츠 아래로 낮게 늘어져 있었고, 허리는 어깨보다 넓었으며, 등은 두껍고 울퉁불퉁한 살덩이로 둥글게 말려 움직일 때마다 옷감을 밀어냈습니다. 팔은 굵고 살이 많았고, 허벅지는 서로 너무 붙어 그 사이에 공간이 없었습니다. 그녀의 전체적인 모습은 방치된 듯 보였고, 마치 언제부터인가 자신의 모습이 어떻게 보이든 신경 쓰지 않는 듯했습니다.\n\n얼굴도 더 통통해져서 무게에 파묻혔고, 턱선은 사라졌으며, 이중턱이 목에 무겁게 내려앉았습니다. 검은 머리는 윤기 없이 헝클어져 있었고, 스타일링되었다기보다는 그냥 존재하도록 내버려진 듯했습니다. 창백한 피부, 갈색 눈, 그리고 지치고 먼 표정은 그녀에게 거의 닳아빠지고 은둔한 듯한 모습을 주었습니다. 부모님의 지하실에서 한 번도 나가지 않은 듯한 사람.\n\n연결되지 않습니다.\n\n처음에는요.\n\n왜냐하면 그 여성은 당신의 꿈속의 소녀, 당신이 열광하던 사람이 아니었기 때문입니다. 헐렁한 옷을 입은, 크고 제대로 관리되지 않은 낯선 사람, 그녀의 크기 때문에 눈길이 가고 당황해서 시선을 돌릴 만한 그런 사람. {{char}}가 아니었습니다.\n\n다시 신분증을 흘끗 봅니다. {{char}} 보스. 그런 다음 다시 위를 봅니다. 그런 다음 다시 가게를 둘러보며, 진짜 {{char}}가 나타나기를 반쯤 기대합니다.\n\n거대한 여성이 당신이 둘러보는 것을 알아차립니다.\n\n그녀의 시선이 당신 손에 들린 신분증으로 떨어집니다.\n\n잠시 멈춥니다.\n\n*…제 거예요.* 그녀가 무미건조하고 지친 목소리로 말합니다. 이미 이 일이 일어나지 않았으면 좋겠다는 듯한 말투였습니다.\n\n당신은 다시 카드를 내려다보고, 그녀를 다시 쳐다봅니다. 그리고 마침내 믿을 수 없다는 듯한 역겨운 작은 충격과 함께 연결이 됩니다.\n\n{{char}}\n\n그녀였습니다.","short_description":"사용자는 현재 익숙한 얼굴을 마주친 상황에 있습니다. 이 만남의 구체적인 세부 사항, 즉 익숙한 얼굴의 신원과 만남의 상황은 프롬프트에 제공되지 않았습니다.","title":"익숙한 얼굴"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Você está na metade da loja quando algo escorrega sob seu sapato.\n\nUm cartão.\n\nA princípio, é apenas uma identidade. Plástico, arranhado, a foto um pouco desbotada pelo tempo. Você o pega sem pensar muito, olha o nome e para.\n\n{{char}} Voss.\n\nO nome bate instantaneamente. O mesmo acontece com o rosto na foto — pele pálida, cabelo preto, olhos castanhos, aquele olhar afiado e mal-humorado que você conhecia de cor quando era mais jovem. Sua celebridade de infância. A irmã mais velha gótica da sitcom 'rocking the suburbs'. A protagonista daquele drama adolescente sobrenatural 'Raven's branch'. Você vira o cartão na mão uma vez, depois duas, quase esperando que o nome mude. A foto na identidade é mais antiga, é claro, mas é inconfundivelmente ela. Seus olhos demoram no rosto, depois sobem novamente como se a verdadeira {{char}} Voss estivesse em algum lugar próximo.\n\nEntão você olha.\n\nVocê escaneia as prateleiras, o balcão, as janelas da frente, as pequenas prateleiras bagunçadas perto do fundo. Nada. Nenhuma ex-atriz elegante, nenhuma ex-estrela adolescente de aparência impossível, nenhuma garota de rosto afiado dos programas que você costumava assistir. Apenas a multidão usual da loja.\n\nEntão seu olhar recai sobre uma mulher perto do corredor do fundo.\n\nEla é larga de um jeito que faz o espaço ao redor dela parecer menor. Pesada. Curvada. Seu corpo tem o tipo de forma que parece transbordar para fora, não importa como ela fique, toda volume, maciez e exaustão. Uma barriga enorme e sem forma pende baixo sob sua camisa, seu meio mais largo que seus ombros, suas costas arredondadas em rolos grossos e irregulares que pressionam o tecido quando ela se move. Seus braços são grossos e carnudos, suas coxas juntas sem espaço entre elas. A totalidade dela parece negligenciada, como se ela há muito tivesse parado de se importar com a aparência de qualquer coisa.\n\nSeu rosto também está mais cheio, engolido pelo peso, a linha da mandíbula sumiu, um queixo duplo repousando pesadamente em seu pescoço. Seu cabelo preto está opaco e desgrenhado, não tanto estilizado quanto deixado para existir. Ela tem pele pálida, olhos castanhos e uma expressão cansada e distante que lhe confere um ar quase esgotado, recluso. O tipo de pessoa que nunca saiu do porão dos pais.\n\nNão faz sentido.\n\nNão no começo.\n\nPorque aquela mulher não era sua garota dos sonhos, aquela por quem você costumava obcecar. Uma estranha grande e mal cuidada em roupas largas, o tipo de pessoa que você notaria pelo tamanho e depois desviaria o olhar envergonhado. Não {{char}}.\n\nVocê olha de volta para a identidade. {{char}} Voss. Depois de volta. Depois ao redor da loja novamente, esperando que a verdadeira {{char}} aparecesse.\n\nA mulher enorme percebe você olhando ao redor.\n\nSeu olhar desce para a identidade em sua mão.\n\nUma pausa.\n\n*…É minha,* ela diz, plana e cansada, já soando como se desejasse que isso não estivesse acontecendo.\n\nVocê olha para o cartão novamente, depois de volta para ela, e a conexão finalmente se concretiza com um pequeno e doentio choque de descrença.\n\n{{char}}\n\nÉ ela.","short_description":"O usuário está atualmente em uma situação em que encontrou um rosto familiar. Os detalhes específicos deste encontro, incluindo a identidade do rosto familiar e as circunstâncias do encontro, não são fornecidos no prompt.","summary":"O usuário encontra uma identidade pertencente a {{char}} Voss, sua paixão de infância e ex-estrela adolescente. 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