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

Needs moar sullen femslash!

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah is ditching computer class again. She rounds the corner, looking over her shoulder to make sure she's not being followed, and smacks right into you. Cue awkward stumbling backwards.]

Oh, uh.

Sorry.

a. Forget about it. Want a beer?
b. What's your problem, punk?
c. Shouldn't you be in class?
d. I know how you can make it up to me.

Everything needs moar sullen femslash.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[A.]

Forget about it.

[It's that chick, the one from computer sciences. She was the one carving shit into the computer towers when the teacher was babbling on the first day. She was pretty cool.]

Want a beer?

[Shepard picks up one of the six pack at her ankle and holds it out to her.]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

[Sulkily takes the beer and tries a swig. Makes a face and barely manages to swallow it instead of spitting it out on the ground.]

That's...good stuff.

[Trying so hard to be cool. You:]

a. Laugh in her face. What a pussy.
b. Take pity. Offer her a smoke instead.
c. Pretend not to notice.
d. Making out will totally get rid of the aftertaste.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[A.] [Shepard snorts and rolls her eyes as she finishes her beer. Once she's done, she casts it aside and it hits the interior of the trashcan with a glassy crack.]

No shit.

[Shepard pulls out a cigarette and offers it to her as she pulls out one for herself.]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Looks embarrassed, then relieved at the sight of the cigarette.]

Hey, thanks.

[Offers a light]

So you have Mr. Wells for math, right? Man, he's such a dick.

a. Totally a dick.
b. Nah, math is awesome.
c. I dunno, I haven't been to class since the first week.
d. Why are we talking about math when we could be talking about [insert way cooler subject here].

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[D.]

Is he? Wouldn't know, never paid enough attention to find out.

[Shepard accepts the light. As she inhales, she stares at Sarah hard, assesses her.]

But who gives a fuck--you still bring that crazy bowie knife to school with you? You know, the one you used to carve "Fate" into all the computer towers?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah studies Shepard for a moment, then wordlessly reaches down and pulls the knife out of her boot. She spins it around in an impressive and needlessly dangerous display, then offers it, palm up. You:]

a. Get out of there. Bitch is crazy.
b. Grin. Time for some petty (or not-so-petty) vandalism.
c. Ask about the fate thing, and prepare for a long, nonsensical rant.
d. Ask how she's managed to keep from getting it confiscated.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[B stands for LIKE A BOSS.]

[Shepard nods sagely and picks the knife up. She's not really a knife fighter, and it shows, but she can appreciate a big fucking sharp thing when she sees one. She takes a moment to exhale a stream of smoke and grins back at Sarah.]

You know...they just put up the [INSERT RIVAL SCHOOL NAME] mascot and sign for the [INSERT IMPORTANT SPORTS FUNCTION] next week. What say we go give it a little...makeover?

that is the perfect icon :D

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah just stares at Shepard for a moment, as if unsure whether to trust her. They don't really hang out with the same crowd, because Sarah does't exactly have a crowd.

Then she slowly returns the grin.]

Yeah? I never liked the [INSERT RIVAL SCHOOL NAME] mascot. It kinda creeps me out, y'know?

[Suddenly hesitates, and lowers her voice.]

But I think that shitty guidance counselor saw me ditch class. He might be lurking around.

a. I can't afford to get caught again. Let's stay here and keep polluting our lungs.
b. I laugh in the face of danger. Let's go for it.
c. Whatever, he's half blind and can't run twenty feet without wheezing. He'll never get close enough to ID us.
d. An audience, huh? Then let's really give him something to watch.