Trash Squad Day 1 - GAME START

[chinhotta]

[ Maybe you were going about your business and blacked out, maybe you were dead. Either way, when you come to, you are in what looks like the entrance hall to a school, except for the very well secured front door. Before you can really get your bearings, a voice rings out on an the intercom. ]

Welcome, kiddos! —How does that sound? 'Kiddos'? Too daddy kink? Eh, let's go with it for now. Anyway, welcome to a once-in-a-lifetime chance at romance and passion, with fabulous prizes! Find love beyond the boundaries of time and space! Original concept, do not steal.

Pick up your tablets and get settled in! A little later today, we'll have our first heart-pounding get-to-know-you event!

—Oh, also, no violence allowed! I know some of you kids are into the murder thing, but that's not the kind of game we're running here.

[ In fact, there are several boxes of electronic tablets around the room. When you pick one up, it displays the gameplay and rules.]

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[hopegloats]

[ Okay, that gets a confused look. He eases up on his tone, but only enough to ask the obvious question. ]

Again? What are you talking about?

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[discerp]

W-well, our school memories were taken from us when we entered the, um, game? The killing game? Right? [REMEMBER THAT?] B-but, that's over with... Isn't it? So, if we're here, and you only remember up to...

[She trails off uneasily. 'My execution' goes unsaid as it makes her stomach twist uneasily and she hastily continues] Th-then doesn't that mean your memories got erased again?

[Of course, she's hardly making much sense here herself since it. sort of implies she knows what's happened after her supposed death so ??]

[hopegloats]

[ Komaeda is clearly in no mood to just believe her without question, but at least he's listening. ]

Are you telling me you didn't die? Is that what you're saying I don't remember?

[discerp]

[She winces a little] I, um...

I got better?

[Nailed it.]

[hopegloats]

[ He leans even closer to her, like he's trying to see behind her eyes. ]

And aaaaalll that despair?

[discerp]

Th-that wasn't the real me! [Komaeda have you heard of PERSONAL SPACE. Surprisingly Mikan doesn't back away, though she's shaking like a leaf and twisting her fingers together anxiously.]

That wasn't... The real me. [She repeats it again, softer, uneasy.] I-I'm sorry, for the things I said. I really am! It was terrible and... And you didn't deserve that...

[hopegloats]

[ He doesn't back away, tone both malicious and pleasant. ]

Wasn't it? Or maybe you think saying 'I'm sorry' will absolve you? But no, because it isn't that easy. You can't be absolved of what's in your heart.

[discerp]

N-no! I-I know I don't deserve f-forgiveness, but... But... [She blinks back tears, fingers curling tightly and nails digging into her palms]

But I am sorry! That was-- That person was... who I 'used' to be, but, it's not like that anymore! I s-swear! Um, um. [She looks around frantically] Even if you don't remember everything, w-we're still classmates. There has to be something I can do to show you I mean it...!

D-do you want to hit me? Would that help? [And then Mikan hesitates and goes quiet again, eyeing his face.] N-no, probably not, huh...