DATING SIM MEME

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DATING SIM MEME

♥ You are in Generic Anime High School Land in Generic Town Japan! You all have ADORABLE uniforms! And your goal is to... well. It's a dating sim. ♥
♥Each thread-starter is the protagonist of their thread. That is, they have to make all the HARD CHOICES. ♥
♥ Each responder should supply a list of four options for the thread starter to choose from, as they are the victims potential dates! ♥
♥ Obviously people can switch up roles in different threads ♥
♥ RIDICULOUSNESS 8| ♥

♥ YAAAAAAAAAY ♥

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[hetoldstories.livejournal.com]

[AW DICKS ALIEN ABDUCTION.]

Have you guys seen a little girl, short black hair?

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Well, since you asked so nicely....

_{[He laughs again, shakes his head and then reaches up to try and steady you. Unfortunately, this may prove a bit awkward.]}

Hold on... this might be a bit difficult.

_{[He gives you a tug, trying to EASE you down. It will probably end in an UNDIGNIFIED HEAP though.]}

A. Make his job more difficult, just to spite him.
B. End up in an UNDIGNIFIED HEAP atop Garrus.
C. Intentionally FALL on your WOULD-BE RESCUER in order to facilitate an awkward/romantic/hateful moment.
D. Get distracted by his PIERCING EYES.

SHEPARD

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Since this is a Highschool AU: Shepard is totally out behind the gym, being hardcore and possibly drinking, like a badass teenager. She is also clearly sporting a leather jacket and carrying some form of sports equipment.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Rolls up behind him casually, as he is clearly a hall monitor or something, doing something interesting.]

Hey, you got a minute?

a. Ignore
b. Sorry Shepard, I'm a little busy. Can this wait until later?
c. Sure, we just got the cannon installed.
d. OHFUCK--WHY ARE YOU SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE?

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

[ sigh.

a few moments of concentration and Karkat has been levitated back up and into the classroom. ]

Are you going to thtop thcreaming like a pupa meeting itth luthuth now?

>A. NO.
>B. Well okay...
>C. You shut up first!
>D. Shut him up with makeouts.

[ascens.livejournal.com]

[ MARTIAN TASERS. ]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[OHAY it's that nerdy kid with the red hair who says he's a wizard. Shepard has the sudden urge to stuff him in a locker and rolls up in an accordingly menacing fashion.

Naturally, he spots her coming.]

What's up, Red?


a. OHCHRIST. NOT THE LOCKER.
b. Shuffle awkwardly.
c. Something suave and witty.
d. Lunchmoney hand over.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

>C.

_{[Garrus looks up - takes a bit more than that to startle him.]}

Sure thing, Shepard. I was just finishing up with this radio anyway.

_{[Because all good hall monitors carry sniper rifles walkie-talkies with which they shoot report flagrant troublemakers.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Tch, it's that asian basketball guy who never answers a question unless he feels like it. Also he's using the gym when it's clearly time for the wrestling team to be in there.

Up in her gym, disrupting her team? What a jerk.]

Hey, you, what are you doing in here?


a. Ignore.
b. Answer her question haughtily.
c. Slam dunk and then ignore.
d. What's it to you?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[She sits on a box which is conveniently present. Why they stack crates of school supplies in the forward battery Hall Monitor station, she'll never be sure.]

Good, I wanted to get your opinion on the last pep rally.

[She folds her arms and leans against the wall.]

Got any suggestions on how we can improve it?


a. With the cannon working, our chances against the collectors.... Well, the new sound system is helping.
b. Have you considered kicking the cheerleaders out?
c. I can't make suggestions. C-sec The school gets angry if we make suggestions.
d. Play Flux club music.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Is that the clarinet kid from marching band? Nerd harass, GO.]

Hey, you.

a. IGNORE FERVENTLY.
b. YEAH, what's it to you?
c. Play clarinet.
d. Walk away quickly.

[hetoldstories.livejournal.com]

Talk about deja v--

[DON'T TASE ME BRO.

Totally tase'd.]

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[You get the cold shoulder, Shepard. IGNORED LIKE A PRO.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Avoids him with all the stealthy grace of a teenager trying to sneak off to smoke and be a punk. Somehow, she fails spectacularly and almost walks into him as she cleverly rounds the corner toward the senior bathroom.

BLANK STARE and an AWKWARD PAUSE.]


a. Call her on the cigarette in her hand.
b. Stare back and step aside.
c. Ask for a smoke.
d. Crowd her space and give her the look.

[eighttotwelve.livejournal.com]

[THE LOOK.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Huffs as she is ignored because she is clearly a Japanese girl-bully and thus her only reaction is to be a waspish bitch.]

You got a hearing problem? I'm talking to you.

[She crowds his space.]

a. Little close there, honey. Shove her.
b. Ingore the proximity and sneer.
c. Respond snidely.
d. OHSHIT, back away.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Oh dang you getting up in my grill? SHOVE.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Hey it's that Charlie guy who scored perfectly on sciences. Dafuck is he doing in here this late at night?

She rolls up with a suspicious face.]

That looks suspicious as hell, what are you doing?

a. Ignore.
b. FUCK SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE, STOP IT.
c. Explain in excruciating detail.
d. Drop a beaker and fill the room with [insert here] gas.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

>C.

_{[Man, those boxes sure are convenient. He frowns, though.]}

I can't really make suggestions. You know the administration doesn't like it when we meddle too much.

[karcrab.livejournal.com]

>A. Make his job more difficult, just to spite him.

[You decide to make this as difficult as possible just to make Garrus miserable. After all, you're all for SPITEFUL VENGEANCE, often disregarding how PETTY AND IMMATURE it is. Your urge to spite grows in NERVOUS REFLEX from the feel of this random idiot YOU DEFINITELY DON'T GIVE ANY SHITS ABOUT trying to ease you down, and so you decide to kick at him. You scream about how he's obviously doing it all wrong. What a wily little ingrate you are!

Unfortunately, the CONTINUOUS THOUGH SLIGHT MOTION of your SENSELESS CHILDISH FLAILING, you end up HELPING YOURSELF DOWN into an UNDIGINIFIED HEAP atop Garrus. This wasn't at all intentional, nor was it in order to facilitate awkward feelings. But no less, while participating in an embarrassing ALIEN HEAPATHON, you find yourself distracted by his PIERCING EYES. The awkward feelings are there.

In addition to causing a chain reaction of clusterfuckery by unintentionally plowing through each of your options, you punch YOUR SAVIOR in the face.]

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

[CRASH. He drops his beaker and it shatters all over the floor. Insert flailing and more flailing.]

Jeez- what are you even doing?! Sneaking up on people like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[BAND NERD RETALIATES!? Shepard is unprepared for this eventuality and stumbles back before falling, dramatically, on her ass after tripping over a bench. She glares and scrambles up, fixing her impractical pleated skirt and long socks.]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

[He seems unphased. She likes that. She glares and crowds him again, to no avail.

Sagely nod and a too-hard friendly shoulder smack.]

You're alright, for a band nerd.


a. Are you bipolar?
b. Kay.
c. Slap her shoulder back.
d. Walk away and shake head.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[OHSHIT.

Shepard shuffles back and hides her hand, conspicuously behind her back. She straightens up and scowls as hard as she can. Note: this is not that hard.]

Uh--excuse you me, I need to get around you.

[She tries to dart around but dammit, the cart of supplies is in the way. al;skdfj She stares.]

Move.

a. STFU, drop the cigarette, punk.
b. Tap foot impatiently and wait for a response.
c. Fold arms and stare suspiciously. Act like an adult.
d. Call the hall monitors and wait for them to drag her off to detention.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[It's that Mordin guy, the one who got the top scores on the science exams. As this is Japan, he is both ostracized and admired for this skill.

Shepard, as a jock, is good at sports but not at exams. She clearly needs to get into college and needs his help to do it. She rolls up, looking uncomfortable and angry, and drops her bag down onto the table next to him.]

Hey. Help me study. [Awkward angry shuffle, possibly Japanese girl style look away.] Like, or whatever.

a. Um, no, kthx.
b. You need help with science?
c. Stare blankly.
d. JUMP and drop a book on her foot.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh, holy Hell, that was a clusterfuck. You really made a mess of things, didn't you? Regardless of all your previous failings, you're new a part of an ALIEN HEAPATHON and as a result, you lose EGO. Of course, those PIERCING EYES might be distracting you too much for you to notice. YOUR SAVIOR rubs the spot where your fist connected with his face, glaring.]}

Ow! Damn, what was that for? I was trying to help.

_{[He tries to sit up, but you're sort of on top of him. He settles for propping himself up on his elbows with a snort.]}

This is the thanks I get for being a decent guy.

A. Command him to CEASE WHINING immediately. He should be grateful that you allowed him to BREAK YOUR FALL.
B. STARE DEEPLY into his eyes and experience a MOMENT.
C. Punch YOUR SAVIOR in the face again, just for good measure.
D. Stick it in.