http://modelscientist.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] modelscientist.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] singularityderp2011-01-13 06:03 pm
Entry tags:

DATING SIM MEME! AGAIN!



DATING SIM MEME

♥You are a generic high school student in a generic high school in a generic town in Japan. Do it.♥
♥Each thread-starter is the protagonist of their thread.♥
♥Each responder should supply a list of four options for them to choose from♥
♥Two of us will supply an example or something♥
♥YAAAAAAAAAY♥

♥ YAAAAAAAAAY ♥

GOOD POST BEST TEREZI <3

[identity profile] manipul8trix.livejournal.com 2011-01-14 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
What's wroooooooong, Terezi? Is there a problem with my pas-- AGHGRZFK. Watch where you're poking that thing!

[A predictably enormous amount of bitching and complaining ensues, but she stomps ahead of you to the principal's office. The principal doesn't seem to be around right now, though! Vriska throws herself into one of the chairs outside the door in trademark overdramatic fashion, huffs, and offers you a SULKY GLARE.]

You can go now, asshole.

A. Leave. You'll see her after darkness falls... in the guise of !
B. Don't leave. Just stare. Silently. Creepily. Unblinkingly.
C. Begin the interrogation yourself.
D. Maybe just. Drub her a little bit.
circuitry: (ST4R3)

<3!

[personal profile] circuitry 2011-01-15 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
> C. Begin the interrogation yourself

[You take the seat opposite of Vriska, the SULKY GLARE completely lost on you. SHE'S BLIND, REMEMBER? In the absence of PROPER AUTHORITY FIGURES, only you can fulfill the people's cry for RETRIBUTION. It is up to you to get down to the heart of the matter and bring her sordid crimes to the light.

So, you don't leave. You just stare.

Silently.

Creepily.

Unblinkingly.





Most of the interrogation is in the intimidating silence, after all.]

[identity profile] manipul8trix.livejournal.com 2011-01-15 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Thanks to your EXPERT INTERROGATION TECHNIQUES, the troublemaker begins squirming uncomfortably within a mere THIRTY SECONDS. Is that the scent of an impending confession you smell? OH, YOU THINK SO. But not just yet. Perhaps she needs more... persuasion.]

A. Slap her around a bit. Or a lot. Either works.
B. Call for a witness!
C. Keep staring. Creepily.
D. Keep staring. Lovingly, into Vriska's eyes, despite the fact that you can't see and this is all incredibly silly.
circuitry: (1 C4N SM3LL YOUR T34RS)

[personal profile] circuitry 2011-01-15 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
> D. C. Keep staring. Creepily.

[You're almost there. You can practically taste her guilt in the air. To let up now would be doing a disservice to those countless innocents who are relying on you. You remain unmoving, simply staring at her with your quite frankly really fucking unnerving burned-out eyes.]

[identity profile] manipul8trix.livejournal.com 2011-01-15 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vriska is definitely starting to sweat, and not in the gross creepy Equius way. There will be no need of any towels here. Just DETENTION SLIPS. She fidgets around on the chair, squirms, and--]

[BOLTS AWAY AS FAST AS SHE CAN. Uh-oh! The felon is trying to abscond! Think fast.]


 

A. Give chase. Making WEEEEWOOOOWEEEEWOOO noises like a cop car is encouraged, but optional.
B. Throw something - anything! - at her to make her stop!
C. You already prepared for this. You're just going to sit back and wait for Vriska to fall over the SECRET TRIPWIRE you set up at the door.
D. Stick it in (your cane in her face, that is, because you are going to grab her and drub the shit out of her before she can get too far).