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player event: spring speed-dating festival
Speed-dating Spring Festival
Believe in your flyness, conquer your shyness.
breaking the ice
Better hope you find someone you click with!
Icebreakers:
1. Do you have a party trick?
2. Exploring or lazing on the beach?
3. If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?
4. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
5. If your friends compared you to an animal, which animal would it be?
6. A human hand extends out of the toilet! What do you do?
7. What would be the title of your biography?
Or anything else you can think of!
2. Exploring or lazing on the beach?
3. If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?
4. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
5. If your friends compared you to an animal, which animal would it be?
6. A human hand extends out of the toilet! What do you do?
7. What would be the title of your biography?
Or anything else you can think of!
getting to know each other
For the duration of the festival, classroom 3-E has been transformed into a makeshift movie theatre. Stop in with your date to watch one of these heart-racing movies, guaranteed to bring you and your date closer together! For the more romantic of the bunch, classroom 3-B will be home to dance lessons. Find a partner and get to know a Waltz, Argentine Tango, or request another, and try not to step on each other's feet as you get up-close and personal.
Movie showings: (CW: They're all horror)
April 25: Other Side of the Box
April 26: My Best Friend's Wedding
April 27: The Ballerina
April 28: Don't Look Away
April 29: The Mandela Catalogue Part.1
April 26: My Best Friend's Wedding
April 27: The Ballerina
April 28: Don't Look Away
April 29: The Mandela Catalogue Part.1
together forever
Anyone else who finds someone willing to pair up with them can write both of their names for entry into a raffle for a runner-up prize. Winners of the raffle will be given the choice between riches, quality of life, or valuable information as a thanks for participating and a congratulations on their new life together.
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As Midori takes a seat, Alice sits up in his own chair, fingers curling into his palms near the table's edge, barely restraining himself from gripping the table instead. Roleplay...? For the life of him, he can't predict what lies in store for him this time. ]
...Choose a scenario that isn't weird, and I'll show you the full extent of my imagination and creativity. You'll see that you're mistaken!
[ At least he won't need to drink poison today. Though he might take that over Midori's grinning, given the choice... ]
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[ his words drag, but he does appear interested as he thinks of where he should place the setting first. looking around the room at the other guests, he notices how some are holding hands, and others who hold an ice breaker card in order to start the conversation. ]
How about New York? That's overseas, and sounds exciting don't you think? Sitting back a cute white, circular tables amongst the people on a rather tall building! Bushes in long wide pots, but there's no railing on any of the sides! Ooh, I think it deserves a little color...
[ midori looks to alice now, curious and expectant of him now to see how he'll carry this scenario. ]
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What is this...? A date at a cafe?
[ A terrace, with seating on that ledge. It can't be a coincidence. Whatever may or may not be affecting Midori's memory, he remembers that incident, doesn't he?
Playing along to find out what he has in mind is the only option, Alice reminds himself. He sits back, arms crossed. ]
...Very well. So we should speak English, since it would be rude to converse in Japanese in another country, yes? And then? Are you ordering everything sweet on the menu?
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[ giddy, he pats his lap happily with a smile. this brings him back to the good ol' days when he would go to terrace with a certain person, and drinking their favored cups of coffee with a clear sky above them. he remembers how the clouds had even looked then, even with the sun shining down on the appearance of his company that outlined the glow of her countenance, and how the sun draped over the exposed skin of her shoulder.
fond memories that make midori smile too much, but he frames it as though he's happy he's on a date with alice at the moment. ]
I hope you wore my favorite outfit, honey! I think you'd look good in a red and black shirt! Oh, and maybe a green...
[ thinking, thinking. he hears out alice's proposal, and he guesses if he wants to talk in english that they can. ] scarf!
[ to add to their rp, he acts like he's picking up a menu from off the table, and like a mime, he flips through the pages. ]
I think I want a cake with lots of whip creme, dear... what would you want? Maybe M&Ms on top... Oooh!!!
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Red, black, green... Alice's grip is white-knuckled. He hasn't forgotten that photo of Reko, let alone what it meant.
But it wasn't a date back then, right? It's true that the photos were proof that Reko must have met up with Midori on numerous occasions, but it wasn't anything romantic! The mere idea is utterly absurd. ]
That outfit doesn't fit...
[ It's truly a struggle, but Alice manages to refrain from gritting his teeth. Realizing that Midori has actually switched to speaking English — why is he good at it?! — he supposes that he should do the same, or risk looking incapable of it. His own English should keep up reasonably well... ]
I don't want anything. I'm going on a diet! Eat your cake!
[ Reko and Midori definitely never ate cake together, did they...? ]
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[ can alice call his bluff? no matter how similar the locations and outfits are, midori speaks as if it's just a suggestion through and through; they're roleplaying after all, and they'd need an active imagination for that. there is some concern when he notices the male's knuckles turn white from frustration, and that would do no good. is it because he remembers the truth after using the memory lantern, or is he truly upset that the outfit doesn't fit against his body?
...
there's a wink as he leans forward, caressing the back of alice's hand gently, and a thumb traces the length of his the ring finger. ]
But... But...! Honey...
[ he's persistent, whining playfully. ]
You know I've always loved the way my hands can hold onto your body! It's like I've always said: I want to have my arms wrapped around you forever and ever...
[ the insistence in his reply doesn't make midori back off, rather, he offers a hearty chuckle before leaning into his seat, and so that alice can't smack him away if he didn't like being touched. as petty as midori can be, he finds himself enjoying this way of tormenting because he seems to be here watching over maple and helena, from what he's noticed—
he won't do anything to ruin their fun, would he? ]
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He won't dwell on the disturbing things said. It's completely impossible that Reko would ever permit someone like this to touch her in any way! Of course, drowning him in revulsion is exactly what Midori wants, isn't it? It's revenge — that explains everything! Well, the fiend won't succeed. He'll regret doubting the abundance of imagination and creativity soon to be unleashed...
Alice's skin may be crawling, and he really feels violated, but he presses his hands to his cheeks as though he can't contain a rush of sudden delight. Sounding pleased isn't easy, however, and it's even more challenging to think of a suitable retort in English right now. ]
I... thought that you wouldn't be able to wrap your arms around me anymore, or remove my clothing at all, if we keep eating cake every time, and then you'd cry! But... Let's order the same one so we match? And let's hold hands! You have such... [ Weird rocket punch hands... How insane! If only he could forget that, but it's carved into his memory. ] Such soft skin! My Lettuce-chan...
[ Take that! Yes, Midori's head absolutely resembles a lettuce! Or maybe a cabbage? Alice lifts his gaze from the man's hands to eye his green hair. ]
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Did I say that...? Now dear, you're the one who's always crying! Reaching out to grab my sleeve, begging for cute accessories...
[ that make up which reko would ear portrayed tears, a little too gothic for his taste, but he accepted her for what she was. this is all dates should go with another's partner, accept them for who they are. ]
But there's no need for such a nickname! Truly, I said I would indulge in your feederisms... but isn't this a bit much?!
[ with a sigh, he tries to not sound disappointing because he's such a giving man in these relationships, but to see his partner in one of his moodswings again causes him some grief. not in public, not in public!!! ]
I can order something different... last time you bit my hand because you thought my plate was yours! So let's avoid the blood this time! ♡
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Was Midori personally watching him in prison?!
Thankfully, there's something reassuring to note: none of this could possibly apply to Reko. She would never cry or beg, and she would sooner kick a man than bite him! Calmer, Alice considers his next move. ]
What are you saying?! You have me mixed up with someone else, don't you? You're... cheating on me... with a weirdo who bites people?
[ Here, he covers his face with his hands, as if Midori really has driven him to tears, breaking his heart. ]
I really believed that this was our special spot, but I should have known better... I didn't even get any cute accessories...! I'm never wearing that outfit again!
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[ you know, it makes you not only stress eat, but throw these silly little tantrums. as much as he wants to give the same story as he old beloved, he's unable to, and offers little bits and pieces with a little sprinkle of fantasy.
with a sigh, he shakes his head with a smile as he doesn't take this seriously at all. he's truly unfazed by quite a lot, considering he's the one who has to be prepared for anything.
he could see this coming. ]
Hm... hm! What cute accessory would you like? It is just us, please don't think of me as a cheater... you are the only person I think about!
[ not really, but whatever works. ]
cws return for vague gaslighting and fake addiction references
Is that what all of this is? A warped echo of the things that tormented him for nearly three years? The guilt and heartache. The disappointment and devastation that his family suffered. He recalls everything — combing through all those articles, every single one that he could get his hands on, but nothing ever filled in the gaps to shed light on actions that he couldn't explain.
How awful it is to think that his parents may never know the truth. They'll go on believing that he took drugs, or that he was so intoxicated that he did something unforgivable. Even here, framing it as roleplay, Midori portrays him as such a volatile mess of a person — what did it take to convince the world of his lies?
Alice's hands muffle the sound he makes, something choked. Perhaps it doesn't break character, but it's not as if any of this improvised drama has revealed Midori's intentions. He's made up more than a few things, now and in the past! ]
...I want a striped scarf. But you won't even hold hands, or order matching cake, or let me give you a nickname. You just want me for my body!
[ If nothing else, Alice can only hope that Midori is so disgusted that he won't enjoy his countless cups of excessively sugar-filled tea today... ]
ALICE... HOW COULD U NAUGHTY BOY!!!
...
[ now wanting only his body is a bold claim, which midori is quick to look back at him with a raise of his brow. does he really come off as such a scandalous fiend? well, with anyone else it's more likely, but he could never see himself in a sexual relationship with the other like that. now this is meant to be roleplay, but why is such accusations enough to make him question the other's sanity. ]
Striped isn't perfect on you, I find that handcuffs bring out your body even more! Like always, sweetie...~
[ what else should he say to the other's appearance? he's well-built, broad shoulders, and even his hair is not favorable to midori's taste, and he's someone interested in bright pastries and sweets. from the pattern that reminds him of a pack of rainbow sours, and to his unkempt bangs that hold the appearance of blueberry livewires. there's only so much sour he would prefer at a moment like this, and he does really well to hide his distaste. never would he have figured that someone could make such interesting candy a pain to envision or even to look at.
he sighs, crossing his arms. ]
Give me a kiss, and I'm sure all your problems will wash away, hm...?
[ call his bluff, alice... ]
truly his cw era...
Arms folded in kind, hands tucked away out of sight, Alice sits back in his chair. This isn't over yet! ]
See? Every time I ask for something, you say no... and you want me to wear nothing but handcuffs...! I already wore them for so long!
[ That last part is true, given that he was stuck with that pair attached to his wrist during the Death Game, and it wasn't fun at all. Chains like that don't count as fashionable accessories! ]
And now you're telling me to kiss you, but you're too far away! Is it so surprising that my feelings are really hurt... Hi-chan?!
[ With that, Alice pushes himself to his feet, leaning across the table, as if to reach for Midori and do as instructed in some display of inexplicable passion. ]
is this what he's gunna teach his family............. cw: drug mention
alice is trying his best to make midori say something he shouldn't say, especially with how his eyes stare unblinking, a dead-eyed stare in order to dispirit him if only a bit. due to his own body modifications, it's easy to hide his stress, annoyance, and interest with just a few simple expressions. there's a small smile on his face now, gentle enough that he isn't bothered by the bold claims directed towards him. in alice's world, he's the partner that's always in the wrong for not giving to his needs, but there's something to be known about this. ]
I'll do what's reasonable! Now... this arguing isn't good for your health! You recently got off drugs [ poison ], dear... you'll raise your blood pressure like this...
[ he is quite the actor, and he's taking this role to heart because of frustration which is good to see. the table creaks under alice's weight, and midori glances down to the table for a moment where his legs are positioned underneath. just in case, he slowly pushes himself back in his chair so that he isn't fully seated there if the inevitable happens— as much as alice tried to avoid breaking the table... ]
Would a cup of water make you feel better...?
NO he will be a good big brother, no more jail
Even seemingly innocuous cups of water were anything but that in Midori's hands! Alice remembers that he felt worse before he felt the slightest bit better, bloated and queasy alongside the disoriented dizziness and frantic desperation, making for a package crammed full of misery.
The question is another cruel blow, a taunt because in the end, none of that helped the person that it was really supposed to help, did it?
He gives up on answering in English. It's too exhausting to pay attention to each sentence he hears, and come up with responses that fit, and think about grammar and pronunciation, all while growing increasingly irritated. And Midori is undoubtedly showing off!
Seeing the man back away in his seat is the smallest victory — has something finally made even him uneasy? ]
...No! You think of me as a crybaby and a glutton. That really hurts, you know, after we've spent so much time together! I want a proper apology, with a hug and a kiss, while you tell me that I'm the most perfect and most wonderful man in the world. Then I'll forget that we argued, just like you made me forget so many horrible things... I'll even sit in your lap, since you wanted to hold me, and we can share your cake as a cute couple.
[ The table's protests go ignored as Alice braces himself against its surface, compensating for Midori's placing some distance between them. The effect is closer to a threat than anything to match the accompanying words, even if Alice makes a genuine effort to stay in character for the ridiculous role he's playing, though he won't go so far as to bat his eyelashes like Midori does. It should be off-putting enough that he's leaning in as though he's seconds away from that kiss instead of wanting to wring Midori's neck! ]
a good big brother does NOT damage the merchandise!
he debates his next move, various thoughts running through his skull that could help him in such an unfortunate situation where alice leans far too close, backing up his words. it'd just take a kiss from either one of them to prove the other wrong, and then to get under their skin. how much shame can alice and midori both relinquish in order to come out on top?
the table wiggles again that catches midori's attention, but he doubts alice care who is too busy making his point. the wooden floor underneath would be the worst to fall on with a fragile table meant to soften a person's blow, and while he can only imagine the many, many splinters— it's an opportunity in site.
he places a hand on the table, applying pressure as he meets alice's threat, but the table does not collapse yet. steady hands work their way along the table, shifting left and right until manicured nails scratch gently against course hands. disgusting and rough, which he imagines alice's entire body to be like... certainly not his type, just too... too... muscular! that sort or build is for those interested in dating a brick wall, and he's sure his head is filled with cement too and his hair is nothing more than inappropriate graffiti drawn all about. ]
Close your eyes.
[ just a little mixture to show how easy it is for him to go back and forth, and it makes him grin as if victorious. to know that alice retreated unlike midori is an accomplishment of its own, and he moves to another language that should be easy on alice's tongue. ]
Want to try French kissing, that one should be easier than your English.
[ he leans up, lightly patting alice's cheek to calm him— toy with him just a bit. ] That's an event I'll make sure you always remember. ♡
the table will punish him
This is unfair! It's so stressful! The truly terrifying thing is the thought that one wrong move could go too far, causing Maple distress, but he has no way of knowing what might be considered a misstep in the bizarre situation unfolding now.
Midori is plotting something, isn't he?! By insisting on bringing up kissing, he either intends to provoke his target into an incriminating reaction, or he's capable of secretly injecting people with poison or a virus of some sort... That must be it! ]
...Even though we haven't ordered yet? I... want everything at the same time! It's our anniversary, after all, and you've made me hungry... for your company more than anything else! However, the cake is essential... You can feed it to me with your mouth, so that every bite is a kiss, and I'll close my eyes, like this!
[ Closing his eyes to demonstrate — and for a moment's break from looking at Midori while delivering sickening lines — Alice thinks furiously. Can't he switch roles to play a waiter, stalling for time by searching for something that can be used as a prop, until Midori grows bored?
For now, one hand reaches up to find Midori's where it rests on his cheek, stroking it with forced tenderness. Alice's thumb passes across Midori's knuckles, slides against annoyingly perfect skin. It's also unfair that so vile a person never needs to moisturize! ]
roll: 13, you're right it will!
Come closer, love... I can't kiss you when you're so far away...
[ curious, he rocks in his chair forward that alice can hear the scratching of nurse's chair as he leans back, and his foot pushes against the legs of the wobbling table (that has went through so much abuse) to assist in pulling alice closer so that his weight causes it to cave in on itself, and if the other isn't paying attention then he'll snatch his hand back.
midori was smart at the start to remove himself from under the table, so when it comes crashing down, he manages to avoid it...
we pray that alice makes it on his way down to the floor...
if maple has a problem with what's happened, he promises that he'll tell her that they were having too much fun. it's just that alice is really into live action roleplaying, and it only reminds him of whatever little scenarios him and shin would play.
midori has always enjoyed being the one in charge! ]
Whoops....! You really have to let go of the carbs, it's not good for you!
crying... A+
Fortunately, the table's jagged remains collapsed downward to fall flattened against the floor underneath Alice's body, instead of impaling him. Its revenge is subtle: tiny splinters embedded in Alice's fingers, and dust tickling his nose. Everything hurts.
Stirring as the scene draws some bewildered stares, Alice coughs, winces, and pushes himself up onto his elbows, lifting his head to glare at Midori. Was this the plan all along...? And now the table symbolizes his dignity — his entire life — does it?! ]
You...
[ A groan escapes, interrupting him. The splinters sting, and Alice's knees and ribs complain after falling like that. Did Midori loosen some screws or nails, or was the table already flimsy? Perhaps he envies his enemy's muscular body, and so he wants to make it seem like a bad thing...? ]
...I said that I'm going on a diet, didn't I?! You always sabotage it, and then you make fun of me! Even now, when I'm dying...
[ Thus on the brink of death, Alice flops down onto the floor, rolling over until he's lying on his back — and no longer on the table pieces. At the very least, he will finish this once and for all. Any good actor would, and no one can dispute his creativity and imagination! His tragic death scene might even move the audience to tears... ]
we're bringing alice to the next d&d meeting i think he's passed the test
to see him try and coexist with others isn't like him, and if only he had crippled him more.
but who's fault is that? eyes drop down to look down at alice who rolls over like a fish on land, and the only thing that's missing is him gasping for air. if midori's quick, he could lift his foot and step on the male's throat, crush his windpipe, and watch him gag and inhale to try and survive. the only downside to this positive outcome is that there's people around who stay his hand,. that keeps him... humble.
and so he'll just have to watch this shin reenactment of him on the floor. ]
Are you dying...? Oh! How fortunate, that means I can take all your money when you pass... your will, your house, your car, and... burn all your striped clothes!
[ it's said playfully as he places his hands together in prayer, closing his eyes to pass the other onto the next life. looking around, he pulls off a tablecloth (with things on top, and that impressive trick where nothing falls off due to the accuracy and speed of his tug) so that he can walk over to alice, dropping it over his body to cover him up like one would do the deceased. ]
Any priest want to lead the funeral liturgy?
[ since they're still rping. ]
without the midori hate, he'd genuinely have fun.....
In any case, Midori won't have the last laugh! With the tablecloth tugged over his head again, smoothed down past his shoulders, Alice sits up to raise his arms, fingers held like claws. ]
So that's why... It was always about material things, and erasing my stripes...
[ On his feet, he points at Midori with every ounce of vengeful spirit energy that he can convey when most of his body remains visible and obviously solid. ]
You deceived me to kill me for my belongings, so I'll haunt you forever...
[ However, proving his range, he'll take on the priest's role as well! Swiftly, he frees himself from the tablecloth, placing it across the broken table pieces now. Like Midori, he presses his palms together. ]
Today, a great tragedy took place. An unforgivable murder. May the deceased rest in peace, even though he has every right to be upset.
im crying nooo places hand to my chest... if only alice didn't ruin midoris life
[ head tilts down to look at the cloth on the floor that's supposed to be what's left of the poor and unfortunate alice who died there. with a frown, midori sighs as he brings a napkin up to his eyes to dab the tears (yes) that spring forth, wiping them away as he listens to the priest. ]
I don't think so! I want him to have a horrible, horrible death so that his next life is even better!
[ sob, sob. a hiccup right after. ] Reincarnation would be kinder to him... he really did have too much muscle in this life, don't you think so?
[ midori himself stays fit regardless, taking care of himself and his appearance that he couldn't think to add on too much weight like alice. despite having a doll body, he should probably be heavy, but he's a nice size of DATA CANNOT BE RETRIEVED and he'll keep it firmly at that, he is a pretty looking guy after all. he kneels down, reaching for the cloth before staring up at the priest as he allows this shenanigan to go on with one more inquire. ]
Do you believe in ghosts, Priest?
if only!!! at least furniture is avenging midori
And what is he doing with the tablecloth now...? It puts Alice on edge, but he resolves to keep going, still the composed priest. ]
My child... This man's death was clearly horrible. No one wishes to be killed by a table, betrayed by their lover. What a loss for the world! He had exactly the right amount of muscle, resulting in the perfect physique, but now all that remains is a ghost... Indeed, one shouldn't doubt that spirits exist.
[ Scrutinizing Midori's appearance, the man is fairly slender, so presumably he prefers his own type of physique. Which is no reason to express such distaste for another person's muscular build! Besides, wasn't it useful to have someone bigger nearby when he chose to test the drugged tea with the help of a guinea pig? ]