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11/08 - 11/13 Cultural Festival

The school campus opens its doors to the public early Monday morning, with family, friends, neighbors, and strangers arriving to fill up the halls, each visitor having eyes of gold and wallets full of cash. Festival events run from 8AM to 4PM, and pamphlets are handed out by students lining the locker area, which include a schedule and a map of the campus:

✽ The opening event on Monday is an idol performance in the auditorium by the twin star unit GEMINI, consisting of Natsume Sakasaki and Subaru Akehoshi. On Thursday afternoon, the music club will hold a performance in the auditorium, featuring the typical choir with piano accompaniment, a capella performances by smaller groups of members, as well as solos, with requests taken in between performances so members can switch off and take a break.

✽ The student store is open every day up until noon on Saturday, and while the absurdly high prices are still absurdly high, there is a sign up in front of the rock gacha that one of the prizes is an all day pass to any of the school's events for one day of the festival. The odds aren't worth the price, but it's not like the shopkeep reveals the odds.

✽ Class 1-B is hosting a themed cafe in their homeroom.

✽ Class 1-D has turned their homeroom and neighboring classrooms into escape rooms, which runs from Tuesday to Friday.

✽ The robotics/programing club and the gaming club have set up a variety of video games in 2-A, and are hosting a competition between visitors and their AI.

✽ Class 3-D is hosting a kissing booth in their homeroom.

✽ In the home ec cooking room, the cooking club is hosting a cooking contest, with student judges and prizes for the winners.

✽ The sewing club and the art club have put together a photo booth inside the home ec sewing room, featuring all sorts of props and costumes imaginable to try on and pose in front of a number of hand painted backgrounds. Photos are taken by an instant camera for visitors to take home a keepsake. In the art club room, the art club has a gallery set up, with paintings hanging from the walls and sculptures set up in front of them, and a strict no touching policy or one of the members threatens to scoop your eye out with a palette knife and she doesn't look like she's joking. There is a large open canvas, however, for visitors to try their hand at paints or charcoal or pastels on what will become a collaborative art piece done by an entire week's worth of visitors. Occasionally throughout the festival, an art club member will have a space off to the corner for portraits or face painting.

✽ The sewing club has also contributed plush toy prizes for various other class' game stalls throughout the school, where visitors can pay to play for a chance to win small prizes, and are able to trade up several smaller prizes for larger ones.

✽ Out past the courtyard, various sports teams host games throughout the week, including relay races and obstacle courses and tug o' war and """soccer""". Basically it's sports day, because there had been a sports day on the calendar but I never look at the calendar so it was already halfway through the month before I realized.

✽ The fourth floor hallway has been cleaned up and turned into the rest area, with rugs laid out across the ground and comfy chairs scattered around the room and little bags of cat treats for sale to entice the fluffy white cat into hanging out in this space all week. Even without treats, she is content to sit on people's laps and rub against their ankles and let them bury their faces in her stomach. Healing.

✽ In the evening on the final day, after all the visitors leave, a large bonfire is set up in a non-flammable area between the courtyard and pool building and left to burn late into the night for those students who choose to remain on campus until around 8PM, when the festival culminates in a small fireworks show that lights up the sky overhead in reds and golds, while on the ground, sparklers are passed around for a quiet moment appreciating the beauty, and transience, of life.

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✽ Throughout the school year, merit points have occasionally been earned through interactions between students involving strong emotion, whether positive or negative. This month, characters may notice that this happens much more frequently, and the amount of merit points earned is also sometimes more than the typical one point. Please report threads of strong emotion below, as this will minorly affect December.
✽ On 11/23, Yogen sees its first snow of the year, a light dusting across campus that does not stick when the sun rises again the next morning, but it will snow on and off until the end of the month.
✽ This event log doubles as a TDM, with new characters experiencing the recurring feeling of drifting in (school life) and out (canon life) of sleep up until they "open their eyes," after which they will have full awareness and come to their senses.

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[ It's another one that clearly wasn't made from him. It's too messy for that, too simplistic. But he likes it. It's switched out in a second, as his cards always are, back to the open-mouthed grin. He blinks a few times. Ranger's pretty sure that's not normally how it works.

He glances at the rules, then back to Komaeda. ]

Ahaha, I'm pretty sure I failed here! [ Maybe he should have paid more attention. How a person aimed, how their throws were... Butu that data was hard to immediately collect. But it seems that he had been trying. ] You did a good job, though~

[ The fact that it was, by all accounts, luck doesn't seem to particularly matter to him. ]

...? That was all you, Ranger-kun. Think if you had shot anywhere else, we wouldn't have gotten the same outcome.

( no, it would have went horizontal at best, but even managing to get a vertical line is better, because they're still connected, and if his dart went have went under ranger's, that wouldn't have connected to his balloon at all. )

That was something we did together for the first time... you should cherish it!

( he smiles wide, excited about it as he picks up another dart to hand to ranger. he's not sure how many complete lines they need, but they're well on their way to a prize soon, right? )

Again? ( but this time, he won't throw after him. )

Hmmm, really? Ahaha, I guess I'll take it then!

[ Ranger thinks that he should be happy here. If he were human, he would be. He's sure that something like this would make him smile. But he's not. But he's not displeased, either. He can look at it and think that he wants to do more with this person. He settles for that. What card should he use here? Hm... Maybe he would need to make a new one.

His voice is softer than usual as he reaches out to take the dart with a nod. ]

... Yeah. I will. [ Then, in his usual tone: ] Hmm, well, if I'm gonna be making memories with somebody else, that means that Safalin can't have her spot back then, huh? Ahahaha, I bet she'd cry if I told her that!

[ He's probably joking. Maybe. ]

Ah, don't worry, Safalin-san can just kill me dead if she wants it back, but... all three of us couldn't be empty if that happened.

( everything ranger brings her up, komaeda gets the feeling she's an emotional person — sensitive to changes, and must enjoy ranger that much if the chance of her being replaced was on the line. )

I'm excited to have people who understand their place in the world as stepping stones, she'd make a fine addition!

( when he reaches out to grab himself a dart, he realized that ranger has the last one, and if they want to keep this up, he'll have to retrieve the darts from the board himself. he'll do that after ranger throws the next one, so komaeda points at a balloon in a corner, a bright red, and beside it a dull green that depicts christmas if they single the two out. )

What about both?

Huuuuh? You're the only one who thinks that, ahahaha! But don't worry, unlike her, I look out for my partners, 'cause you bastards are too damn fragile.

[ He says in the light way that he does everything else, but he's serious. Ranger could be fixed any number of times, so long as no essential parts were damaged. Humans were so much more difficult to fix, and even if one did, it was nearly impossible to put them back the way that they were.

He hums as he looks at the pair of balloons in the corner. He tilts his head as he looks. He needs less than a second to consider, but he likes to pretend to deliberate. He prefers the way that people always seem to carefully deliberate little things like this, and he likes to pretend that he can do so as well. ]

Both, huh...? Sure, just for you!

[ The confident profile is raised for the last few words and then replaced once more. Ranger shifts his position slightly before tossing the dart. It's a quick and easy motion, angled in precisely the right way to pop both before sticking into the board. If he were human, it could be called impressive. As it is, it's not, but he looks back to Komaeda for approval all the same. Compared to his usual nonchalant approach to tasks, he seems unusually invested. ]

Edited 2021-11-10 18:29 (UTC)

Now, now... looking after trash like me is the last thing you have to do.

( both hands lift up, one with a soft whirr upon each and every move, and the other silent unless he pops a bone in his wrist. sheepishly, he laughs with a shake of his head — he easily bruises, he's prone to getting into life or death situations, and his breathing has always been difficult; wheezing soon after. it's no lie, he is fragile, everything about him is complicated, but not everything about him can break — though, he should be handled with care.

his hands drop down slightly as he finally notices ranger about to take aim, and it's when the dart goes through the air, smacking the board with a double pop that confirms the other's flawless hit. his hands smack together, not the normal sound two organic hands would make when smacks together, but flesh and metal — he's not surprised, but it's the fact that ranger looks at him expectant that he fills the role immediately. )

You managed only two, and didn't go for more than that! You don't overcompensate at all.

( he walks closer to the booth, and he places his hands on the surface to pull himself up, and then over so he's on the opposite side. the person who runs this booth isn't here after all, so maybe that's what makes this lucky. it takes one, then two steps until he finds something under his foot, slipping and falling backwards — the back of his head hitting against the table with a loud thump. he goes tumbling down, body colliding with the floor, and the darts on the board shake before falling down onto the ground, hopefully none punctured him. )

[ Hmm... Should he have? Maybe that would have been better. He ponders that for a few moments before watching a scene straight out of a slapstick cartoon or sitcom occur. Ranger wonders briefly if he would survive like in those cartoons, or if it would just kill him. The latter seemed more acceptable to the universe at large, considering that the guy seemed like he might break apart if Ranger were just to touch him.

Ranger follows Komaeda's lead, pulling himself over the edge of the booth. He glances at the darts that are now littered about glancing to Komaeda, checking to see if he was bleeding out from a cracked skull or some misguided dart. That would be unfortunate, though, since he was enjoying spending time with him, though he can preform first aid well enough as needed. He's switched from the cards to the colorful ice cream cone. ]

You need somebody to look after you, bastard. [ He crouches down next to him, lowering the card a little as he leans over for a better look. ] Besides, I do what I want. Still conscious?

( the pain at the back of his head hurts, and he can feel the area throb in and out, a pulsating sensation that doesn't bother him, but he knows that it's there. even when his eyes slowly flutter open, he didn't imagine ranger to be so close to him, crouched down looking him over to see if he's alive. he didn't hear much of what he said, but he had heard something about "want", and he has something in his hand that he's holding tightly onto.

he holds his hand out in a motion that requests for ranger to hold out his own, and whenever he decides to do so, komaeda will drop this in his palm. it's a little scuffed because of him tripping over it, but the entire item doesn't have a scratch, the cork is still wedged in perfectly, and the inside is filled with a green dust and little bits of star pieces — a happy little bottle almost filled to the brim, but ranger can shake it to watch everything mix together if he wants. )

...Ow, ow.

( he lifts up, and his other hand raises to the back of his head rubbing gently to lessen the pain. )

...You won.

[ Ranger holds out his hand, blinking rapidly when he looks down to see a cute little bottle. He stares at it wordlessly for longer than he should, rolling it over in his palm and rubbing it with his palm before carefully lifting it up to eye level and shaking it up and watching as all the agitated pieces mix and move before settling back down. He thinks it must be meant to be stardust, or at least resemble it. Ranger likes the night sky. He likes the stars and constellations and dots of nearby planets. He loves all of those things, which are out of reach.

He likes this, too. There's an all too short moment when he thinks he can feel a bit of warmth in his chest, something foreign and unrecognizable. It's there and gone, like a shooting star, but he keeps his eyes on the bottle for a little while longer.

He looks back to Komaeda finally, a hint of a frown hidden behind the card, uncertain. His hand lowers, fingers curling around the object. ]

... I can have this?

( he continues to rub at the area, as he allows ranger to look at the item — how strange to find something like that here, especially when he's seen it too many times. on jabberwock island, there's a certain animal that can be grind down &mdash well, their shell, and then it's stuffed into a tube of that size and if komaeda remembers properly, in the dark that it'll glow and twinkle. just like the night sky. he's never had one personally, but he's heard enough from a certain few who's used it before. )

Huh...

( he looks over to ranger, squinting at him before he manages to collect himself, and there's a tired smile that shows on his face. not sure if this is a lucky or unlucky find, but he lifts his hand up to reassure ranger, helping them wrap their fingers around it. )

You were the last one to pop the balloons... uhm... so it'd be yours, right?

( if they go by that logic, and they won the first part because of where ranger aimed — komaeda was just support, and it's not even his most favored item. this isn't about him though, and that's why he he pats ranger's hands gently with his prosthetic, and looks towards the darts next so that he can pick up the three that fell. they had narrowly missed puncturing his legs, but he's had enough shards of glass cut into him so it would have been manageable. ) Oh! Congratulations!

( he remembered he's supposed to say that. )

[ Was that how it worked? He doesn't have any specific data on that, but it seems rather arbitrary. He doesn't object though, even when Komaeda guides his fingers. He had resigned himself to being manhandled by his partner, but this is the first time where there's not a token effort at pulling away or at least an uncomfortable little twitch. He hated the feeling of being touched as much as he did the thought of how vile his own touch must be.

He likes this, Ranger things. He likes this, and he likes the person that it came from. ]

Hm...? Oh, yeah...

[ He seems briefly distracted, but he pushes himself up after a moment. He considers something for a few seconds, struggling to make his next choice, before he slips the little bottle of stardust into his pocket. His fingers twitch, and he deliberates a little more before he leans forward and wordlessly holds out a gloved hand to Komaeda. His fingers try to curl a little, arm recoiling slightly before he corrects it, ready to pull back at the first sign that he'd made the wrong choice. But the offer is there.

He hates touching people, because he wants to be one. He hates being touched, because he doesn't want anyone to realize how disgusting he is. But the offer is there. ]

...?

( he hasn't moved to reach out with his arm yet, because first and foremost, he's still because he believes ranger is ready to hit him — he's used to that, he knows not to move, and he prepares himself for it. he might have flinched a bit. yet, he doesn't feel the other swiping, and he lifts his head to look towards him. the gesture causes komaeda to blink, and there's not many people who hold their hand out to komaeda — he remembers it vividly, the way someone else held their hand out to help komaeda up. he lifts his hand slowly, debating if he's about to make the wrong choice himself, but he reaches out with his prosthetic hand, wrapping it around ranger's so he can pull himself up.

once to his feet, he holds on a few seconds longer, and then he lets go finally realizing they can't hold hands for so long — he knows the other doesn't like komaeda touching, and if komaeda holds off now, he can touch them again on his own terms. it's an idea that he'll stick by, and he holds out the other darts instead to see if ranger wants to keep this up or not. )

You already got the special prize here, because there's not another like it.

( he looks down at the floor in search for another one, but that might have been all there was. he even squats down a bit to look under the counter of the booth to see if he can find anything else. though, where ranger is, he can probably see the owner of the booth is slowly coming back considering they have a few balloons blown up in their hands and are walking in their direction, but luckily because they're on their phone, the owner hasn't spotted them yet. )

[ Ranger is about to take his hand back, shoulders hunched as he wonders if it wasn't a mistake after all, but he doesn't and it isn't and for all the discomfort that he has to push through, there's a sense of relief as well. The card switched to a embarrassed frown at some point, as cartoonish as the rest, and the way he adverts his eyes suddenly as he takes his hand back completes the look.

He takes the darts in his now free hand, considering those words. It was special, perfectly suited for him. But it would have been fine if it wasn't. He thinks that idly, wondering why anyone would give him such a thing, and at the same time he wonders how Komaeda can stand to touch him for so long. No matter how many times he did it, he never seemed discouraged. Ranger decides that he doesn't hate that. He can't understand it, but... He doesn't hate it. ]

Huuuuh? Well, yeah, I already had you, didn't I?

[ Ranger flips back to the cat card. He'd heard that one before, or at least a variation of it. Even with his lack of any real practical experience he understands it to be a truly stupid and desperate way to try and win someone over. But it's stupid to the point of being comical, so he does it anyway.

He notes the owner coming and wonders what kind of reaction they might have to the devastation done to their hard work. But as funny as that might be, he supposes it better to not make a scene. ]

Ehhh, we should move on. The owner's coming back, and I don't really wanna deal with him, ahaha!

Edited (missed a couple words + icon forgot that) 2021-11-12 01:11 (UTC)

Huh?

( he flinches at ranger's comment, staring at him for a moment to see if he heart right — maybe he didn't, maybe there's something he's missing, and he lifts his hands up like he's been caught. there's nothing special about komaeda, but now he feels like he should mention an ultimate, someone like amami, or ishimaru, or he could talk about saihara, or maybe ouma because those sorts of people are special, they're the type who are able to garner the attention of others. komaeda's too much of an outcast to be special, but it's thought that's in passing as he hears ranger speak again, and once he notices that someone is coming close — )

I didn't even realize, yeah, let's go.

( he's going to hop over the counter properly, and hold his hand out for ranger this time so he can return the sentiment. the chance that the other will just hop over it themselves is an option, but that doesn't mean komaeda can't try at least. it's his prosthetic that he holds out first, his organic one stays by his side, and remains out of reach. )

Though, we can't leave yet, we have to get your stuffed animal! You did manage to pop them appropriately, and we'll tell them when they come closer.

( how do they explain the darts in ranger's hands? well, that's if the owner notices. )

I wonder if he'll be amazed, too. What do you think?

[ Ranger wonders if perhaps he had said something strange after all. It isn't as though he truly knows how to interact with others, and he has no illusions about his own lack of experience. But then, Komaeda is a strange person who does not seem like the best person to judge what is and isn't appropriate. But he doesn't hate that about him ether. He ultimately decides that the line was a one-use item, but that it had been well utilized.

He hesitates once more before reaching his hand out and taking Komaeda's, hanging on as he follows suit and hops over the counter once more. It's not strictly necessary, but that, too, is something that he finds himself accepting with more ease than expected. It's fine, he supposes, because it's a prosthetic. It's a prosthetic, and Ranger himself wears gloves that allow him to avoid direct contact.

He blinks at the suggestion. Weren't they supposed to wait until it was manned to actually play them? That seems like the logical answer, but maybe he's wrong... Well, it's not like he cares either way though. It's not his problem if the guy decided to just leave it for whoever came by. ]

You think so? I'd think there'd be some complaint or another... Hmmm, is it really fine to do it like this...?

[ The sound of him adding that to his database is practically audible, and Ranger drops the darts back in the cup before that can be noticed it's fine, this is fine. ]

Yep, it' because we're asking! Better to ask for forgiveness than not asking at all, you'll never know if you don't ask... those sorts of proverbs.

( he holds onto ranger's hand a little longer, and the moment he think about letting him go, he doesn't. instead, he pulls the other along towards the owner of the booth once they're close enough, and with a smile. he plays his role perfectly, whatever that happens to be as he holds up his other hand to his chest, and his voice kind and sweet. it's already soft to begin with, but he makes sure he doesn't seem like a threat especially when he has someone cute coming along with him. )

Excuse me, we played a bit, and I did horribly, but you see... he did much better than what I could do.

( the owner raises a brow, slightly confused about what he's talking about until komeda gestures to the popped balloons, and as they peer over. they clap, and despite not being there to witness it, the owner can't take them at their word, they are in a killing school where people lie and kill, and instead, they'll give komaeda three balloons to have. holding them with his organic hand, he stares up at them before holing them off to ranger. )

For you.

( at least they get something. )

[ The card switches back to the embarrassed frown as he's pulled along to the booth, fidgeting, and he really does look the part of a nervous date. He's not much of one to apologize for anything, and it's fortunate that he has Komaeda there to handle it much more gracefully than he might have. But he supposes that is the normal way to handle it. He knows the lives of all the participants, but this was a little different.

He hasn't quite recovered by the end, and the card is held in place as the balloons are offered to him. Ranger really isn't the best in these situations. He can't understand it at all. He takes them with a mumbled little thanks, staring down and not seeming particularly bothered by what he's being given at all.

He doesn't get it at all. ]

... What next?

[ Komaeda appears to have the rare honor of having thrown him off-kilter. ]

Ring toss seems enjoyable, and then there's sing or swim.

( he glance over to the chair that's pressed against an indoor pool, but it puts one into the mind of a dunking booth — the idea is to hear a song play, continue the lyrics, and avoid being pushed into the water. that's pretty messy, but when he looks at ranger, he's sure that he's waterproof, should be... but it's such a messy activity that he doesn't think either of them would stay so long. )

Safalin-san never took you around to do these things, so we could hit up each one... can you eat? Takoyaki seems fine, anything that's not sweet then... I can eat it with you.

( he can't stand saccharine along his tongue, the taste's unbearable, and he even makes a sour face after to stay committed to his words. of course, he should let ranger choose where they go next since this is his first time. )

Anything that stands out, we can go... oh, I heard the Robotics Club had something going on too, but they don't need me there, if you wanted to check that, you could...? ( he exhales, breathing, now it's ranger's turn to speak, he's said enough. )

[ Ranger switches to the ice cream cone as he hears the list of options, considering each one. He could eat, though it was purely superficial. It was necessary in order to keep up the illusion of a human. He normally doesn't, having decided that the risk outweighs the reward, but he gives it consideration now, having never had the experience of sharing a meal with someone. He thinks that he likes sweets, though, and there's a little chuckle at his partner's distaste for it - he shared that with Miley, who found them distasteful.

He rules out the idea of anything related to water. He was waterproof, but he likes the idea of it about as much as a cat might enjoy the idea of taking a bath. That left the other two, neither of which sounded bad.

Hmm... He's more curious about the latter in the end, having seen them messing around with it without really engaging. ]

I think they have some video games set up over there or something. You wanna check it out?

Hahaha... I'm worried I'd ruin something, they've been working hard.

( their efforts which could be ruined the moment komaeda steps in, and that's why he hasn't taken part — there's also the fact that he's been working on an escape room, but that's a different conversation. now if ranger's showing interest in what games will be there, komaeda's not against taking them there, and then breaking off before they walk through the door. it's an idea as he takes a step in the direction that the club is meant to be getting together at. )

What do you think they have... Mario Party? That's fun, I played it with my old classmates.

( he was dead last, and then hit big money by the end of it — yes, souda hated that about komaeda's luck — when it looks like you're about to win, and somehow he comes out on top. there were also girls there to impress, so he was a little stressed that all his efforts were taken away in a single turn. )

Spyro isn't bad either... ( that means he should ask. ) What kind do you like?

[ Ranger shrugs, as though to say it was their problem if something went wrong. Perhaps that was to be expected of an AI, though, who found the vast majority of programs to be elementary. As far as he was concerned, if it was taht easy to break and that difficult to repair, it wasn't worth keeping around. But the expectant look he's giving Komaeda certainly does suggest that he's expecting him to stick around.

He searches to see if he has any preferences, but... He has the sense that he knows what he'd enjoy if he experienced it, but also that he was meant to experiment and decide that on his own. No detail had been overlooked in his programming, but there had been a deliberate choice to let him determine certain preferences for himself. In retrospect, he supposes that was probably a kind of care from his creator - there was just enough for him to be able to decide for himself what he liked without losing the experience of learning it for himself. ]

I dunno. I've never played any.

[ Well, he had messed with the attractions a bit, but that hardly counted. They weren't video games, and they weren't for fun. ]

Now, now... Don't look at me that way, it'd be horrible if I ruined their hard work.

( he understands that look, he's been given it many times before, especially from those that want komaeda to hang around. he's older now, so he gives it some time, but when he was younger the male couldn't fathom the idea. some of that still lingers as he contemplates every move he makes, wondering if he should be more mindful.

maybe he should think before he speaks. ah, no, he says whatever because he can. )

If only she was still here, I think you would have liked her.

( playing games would have been tons of fun with nanami as the ultimate gamer, and an ai who also navigated her feelings slowly, and being programmed not to be selfish, but to help her classmates prosper. maybe that's why he looks down at ranger for a moment over a past memory, and shrugs his shoulders after.

it's just a few things that have a resemblance, nothing else. )

Anyway, Yoshi's Island would be nice for you, it's about a creature taking care of children, and that's something you're good at.

[ Ranger listens about as well as Komaeda does, so he's going to continue to give him that look. He was taking on Safalin's role, and he was supposed to be filling in the gaps that she hadn't, and there are certain requirements for that. There's a decent chance that he's ready to do exactly what he would with Safalin, in fact, which is physically dragging and berating to force the matter. Komaeda has signed up for all of this and more.

He blinks a few times at the mention of another person that he supposedly would have liked. ]

... Maybe.

[ It's hard to say. Ranger didn't particularly like most people, though he didn't particularly mind some of them. He thinks he knows the name, along with Mario, though only as cultural symbols. ]

Yeah, I sure am. Being a babysitter is pretty tiring, you know.

Edited 2021-11-14 21:56 (UTC)

Hm? Not to the many Yoshis that cover the island, they took it upon themselves by choice to take care of a small child, and return them back to their family.

( it's a silly little game, but komaeda played it to the end, and it was actually quite the heartbreaking story, the various color dragons going through their land in dangerous area, practically losing their lives. the dark blue one having to fight the boss at the end of the world every time, and the teal one having to go through the extra hard stages. it's not that deep, actually, just something he noticed. )

But it sounds like a children's story, huh? Well... I've bored you enough, so let's go to the club to see what games they have.

( he looks down towards ranger, and then his eyes glance up to the balloons, and with a lift of his prosthetic hand, he pokes one, and then pokes it again, and then a third time just to see them hit against one another. )

Those would make good colors, blue, green, yellow and orange...

[ It sounds like a charming little story. It was the kind of idealistic story that humans fell in love with, and so Ranger listens without complaint. It reminds him of how the participants had flocked around the youngest of them, despite them contributing nothing but dead weight, though that too was only natural. ]

... I don't mind. It's not boring, at least. [ Really, he just doesn't seem to get bored of listening to Komaeda generally. Other emotions, sure, but not bored. ] You like stories like that?

[ Those were always the type where love and courage won out, right? The type that everyone wanted to see because reality was so far detached from it. He blinks as Komaeda pokes at the balloons, glancing at them with a puzzled look before he starts walking in the direction of the robotics club, glancing to make sure he's being followed. ]

Colors for what?

11/08 - 11/13 Cultural Festival

OOC

*puts in regain request for the traditional yttd stabbing knife* he doesn't rly want to tho

the preemptive stab for sara's sake that's all it is

she couldn't shoot him so he'll stab him. but like it'll be a stab with love though.

when he gets stabbed and he bleeds to death ugh bleeding heart symbolism, for you ranger

he has to do it literally because he can't metaphorically like symbolism. true love right there.

please take him to the nurses office afterwards i think he deserves that

he does, i'm thinking about taking him there right now

ranger sitting by komaedas bed like i stabbed him

well you know sometimes you stab somebody and then you nurse them back to health

NOT THE NURSE BACK TO HEALTH TROPE

WELL OKAY HE'D BE TOO CLINICAL ABOUT THAT, BETTER TAKE THIS INSTEAD

KOMAEDA HAS CANCER AND DEMENTIA its ok, ranger can sit next to hsi death bed

WOW HOW DARE YOU it's fine we can just turn him into a doll, worked for another human

STOP NOT ANOTHER HUMAN its fine thats for that other human personally hes living a grand life

LOOK IT'S FINE we can have two humans who are just living their best life in 50%+ doll bodies

komaeda already cut off his hand, he's living more of a cyborg life its fine...

look js if somebody told me i could have a cool robot body i'd take it

OK komaeda would too but listen hes too much of trash ... scrap metal no one would fix him

it's fine ranger will repair him, they're both trash so they can take care of each other

RANGER HASNT EVEN REPAIRED HIMSELF!!!! can you repair whats already damaged

IT'S FIIIIIIINNEEEEE we're going to repair ranger so clearly you can

STPPP listen if shin could edit komaeda, komaeda would not be komaeda

it's fine ranger will make sure no one touches him except to maybe make him like 10% less komaeda

STOP you can make komaeda not komaeda, he has to stay this way!!

look it'd just be a LITTLE less komaeda, he'd never even miss it!!!

puts in regain request for the traditional yttd stabbing knife he doesn't rly want to tho