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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Comments

[purrtagonist]

[the corners of his mouth twitch, a barely restrained grin]

Time and a place. The spotlight is only effective if you know how to use it properly.

[pummelgranite]

Cool opinion. Feel free to tweet it at me.

[purrtagonist]

And start a whole new waterfall of pointless internet discourse? No thanks.

[pummelgranite]

Oh yeah, wouldn't THAT be tedious.

Almost as tedious as getting negged in locked room speed dating.

[purrtagonist]

I-- [wh]

[. . .]

[OH]

[hands up, immediately flustered]

N-no, that wasn't what I was going for. . . [trailing off]

Okay, bad first impression.

[pummelgranite]

[ stares at him pitilessly ]

Uh huh.

[purrtagonist]

[WELL DESERVED. rubs the back of his neck, head tilted, just taking that judgmental stare as it comes]

Sorry. . . I was mostly thinking about my own relationship with the spotlight. [as his school's favorite source for nasty rumors!!] Ah-- but that's not why I'm here.

Antichrist?

[pummelgranite]

[ She stares at him silently another long moment. ]

Destroyer.

[ Then, before he can respond to that: ]

Name, age, best karaoke song.

[purrtagonist]

[opens mouth, closes it with a click. blinks a few times, startled a bit by the quick-moving conversation, before he answers]

Akira? Seventeen. "Bohemian Rhapsody," by Queen.

[pummelgranite]

Noted.

[purrtagonist]

[two-fingered salute!]

Glad to be noted, at the very least.

So how does one earn a name like "Destroyer," anyway?

[pummelgranite]

You impress an Ionian death cult.

[purrtagonist]

[I]

[WELL, OKAY]

Very nice.

Mind if ask how?