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 ♥

Comments

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is.

[She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the table. After an awkward pause she unfolds them and then folds them again.]

So you going to help?

a. Start yammering about science like a madman.
b. Question her extensively.
c. Mock her relentlessly.
d. Ask if she'd like to experiment with you in private.

[kidfromthevault.livejournal.com]

Put- put what away?

[He automatically looks down on the off chance he forgot his pants, as he has done that before. Nope, normal blue Vault 101 jumpsuit like usual. However, seeing you nearly falls put him into a mini state of panic. He drops the pail and runs over beneath the window.]

You're really- really high up. That's dangerous! Do you...

A. "Want me to get a ladder?" [BRB ACCOSTING JANITOR]
B. "Want me to catch you?" [ARMS OUT so helpful]
C. "Want me to throw the pail at you?" [ensue helpful pail full of gatorade throwing]
D. "Want me to love you long time?" [hip thrust motions]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[+ 100 to girl impress.]

[Shepard stares, taken aback, and nods.]

[There's a long moment as Udina stalks by. He shouts about outrage and there's an awkwardly long moment before he cracks open the door to the closet Hall Monitor Station.]

[He glares at both of them and shakes his fist.]

"Smoking!? An outrage! Both of you, to the Principal's office!"

[Shepard rolls her eyes and groans as she trudges out of the room, Garrus in tow.]

a. Follow to inevitable suspension.
b. Blow a smoke ring at Udina.
c. Book it out with Shepard. Udina is slow, no chance he could catch up.
d. Pull the fire alarm for good measure. If you're going to be in trouble, might as well have some fun, rite?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Good thing we're in Guam then. [Only not. At all.]

[She folds her arms and stares at him.]

You must be good at science, right?

a. Ramble about science and how fun it is.
b. Uh...yes?
c. What are you getting at?
d. Answer suavely and hope she forgets about it.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh, yay. Principal's office. Man, his dad is not going to be happy.]}

>C.

<sub>[Garrus slows deliberately and then gives Shepard's arm a tug and indicates with his head to follow. Then he takes off running as if his life depends on it.

Which it might.]</sub>

Re: SHEPARD

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[Garrus wanders up. He's something of a jock himself, but he gets decent grades. And he does his best to make sure that bullies and creeps get what's coming to them, mostly though being a hall monitor.]}

Shepard. What are you doing back here?

A. Nothing. Go away.
B. Ditching class, duh.
C. Having a drink. Want some?
D. You. *nudgenudgewinkwink*

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

Uh. Yes. I'm okay with it...

Why. Uhm. Do you ask?

[modelscientist.livejournal.com]

>b

_{[Mordin launches into a long harangue about science, the scientific method, hypotheses, and other science stuff. He'll probably keep talking as long as you let him.]}

[kidfromthevault.livejournal.com]

Troll! Troll guy, can you help me?

[Oh, it's that weird kid that is head of Glee Club/ Gun Club. He has that weird arm-mounted PDA and is currently holding that up in front of your face.]

I think I accidentally glitched it out. It won't let me find the radio and I was listening to a good song and then I tried to switch it to text but then the text went all funny and the box wasn't supposed to be-

A. "OH MY JEGUS SHUT UP"
B. /listen patiently. Try not to kill him
C. /ignore
D. FALCON PAUNCH

[kidfromthevault.livejournal.com]

a. Join her for lunch at the hardcore kids' table.

Oh. Oh hey!

[Vaultie doesn't realize it's the hardcore kids' table. Actually, he doesn't realize any of the cliques or their tables, as he's got the social skills of a small confused badger. So he plops down in a seat between Shepard and a kid who is in his sixth year here with a lot of tattoos.]

Are you coming for the afterschool meeting on Tuesday?

[He mimics shooting a gun, and almost pokes large buff kid in the eye with his elbow.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[C.]

Having a beer. Interested?

[She offers up the long-neck in her left hand and glances over at Garrus.]

Plus, beats going to class.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah I am.

[Shepard snorts as he nearly elbows Big'un in the eye and continues to mime a sub-machine gun.]

It's at the south range, right? The one with moving targets?

[She offers him her plate of french fries.]

a. Nope, it's at the indoor range with all that bad-ass stuff.
b. Hell yes, and we're bringing the shotguns.
c. Ignore the question and scarf the fries.
d. ...accidentally elbow any of the hardcore kids in the face as you do a, b, or c.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard listens, her scowl intensifying, and she interrupts him by sliding over and slapping a hand across his mouth as he yammers. She huffs.]

Look, I just need to pass entrance exams, dammit. I'm not trying to cure cancer.

a. Wait for her to pull her hand away before answering.
b. Push her hand away and answer.
c. Nod.
d. Lick her hand because you're five, too.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh, Shepard. You rapscallion.]}

...Sure. I don't see why not.

_{[Garrus' only problem is that he's friends with Shepard... who tends to encourage some of his more extreme tendencies. He leans up against the wall and snags the beer for a quick swig.]}

Probably. But my father would kill me if he knew I was cutting class and slacking off in my studies.

A. Why such a killjoy?
B. You should listen to your father.
C. Life is short - have fun while you can!
D. Show him something else that's better then going to class, if you know what I mean.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[She smiles slowly. This isn't going to be good.]

There's a report due next week. Something science-y.

[She looks at the floor.]

If you've got time to do this, maybe you can write mine.

a. Look aghast.
b. But that's cheating!
c. Blackmail!?
d. Fifty dollars, cash, will get you a B.

[modelscientist.livejournal.com]

>b

_{[Mordin pushes the hand away.]}

Basic understanding of scientific method required for further success in scientific field, Shepard.

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

[He smiles calmly.]

Fifty dollars is the logical asking price. Seventy-five will get you the full write-up.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Explains calmly.]

YOU THROW THINGS AT ME.
I AM SIMPLY RETURNING THE FAVOR.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Silently refuses.]

NAME: SOUNDWAVE.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

...

[WALLS HIM. IN ORDER. TO STARE AT SKYFIRE. VERY INTENSELY.]

...
...
I AM.
WORRIED. ABOUT WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN. TO YOU.

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

[OOF.]

W-Wha...

Soundwave, nothing is going to happen... I appreciate your concern but-

But what are you doing?

+Saving you. From yourself.
+Hug him.
+Kiss him.
+Bad touch.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[Awkward. Hug.]

...

[He has no idea how else to express himself.]

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

Uh... [He hugs back.]

I see. You don't want me to go, huh?

[Pets.]

+Don't leave.
+Take me with you.
+Aahhhh! This is awkward! Kiss him!
+Stick it in.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really want to say it. He slowly shakes his head "no".]

[notyourchauffer.livejournal.com]

Hey, I know you can get by for a month.

You're strong like that... but if you really don't want me to go? I'll stay. What are friends for?

+HUGS DEEPLY.
+KISSES DEEPLY.
+GET A HAPPY.
+STICK IT IN.