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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[futurebullets]

You wish that it...?

[His question trails off. Part of Hinata wants to know, but there's something in him that... doesn't want to, either.

It feels like his foot is hovering at the edge of a precipice, if he thinks about it too much.

But Tsumiki is right, and so Hinata nods, tabling his concern about this in favor of their most pressing issue at the moment.]

...We can sort all of this out later, I guess, but you have a point. We should probably start thinking about the situation we're stuck in and how to get out of it. The door... [He glances at it as he speaks.] ...is probably not going to be an option. At least right now. So we might just have to go along with things until we can find another opportunity.

[discerp]

[She wishes it had all been a nightmare. That would've been much easier. A daily life on a tropical island building a house for a stuffed bunny rabbit is a lot nicer than reality.

Which is probably why she just won't say anything about it all right now. Even if Hinata is just crazy or lost his memories or something, it's a nice lie for him to believe.

But right, the important task at hand. Mikan flinches and makes a quiet whining noise] I'm r-really no good at this sort of thing... But! But I'm sure Hinata-san will make it all the way to the end...!

[futurebullets]

Hey, come on now. [He smiles at her lopsidedly, trying to keep it encouraging.] I don't know about me, but I definitely have confidence in you. If people spend enough time with you... I'm sure they'll see how great you are.

[There's something there in his tone. It isn't quite sadness or bittersweetness, but... Perhaps it's just more of that concern, still sitting heavy in his chest.]

So try to believe in yourself a little bit, okay? [Hinata gives her shoulders a pat as he lets her go.] I'll be there to support you, too.

[discerp]

[Mikan finds herself blinking back tears almost immediately. With or without his memories, Hinata was still Hinata, though she supposes that not having to learn to live with that side of himself was a bit of a blessing... Even if it came at the expense of his memories.]

Um! [She wants to turn it around on him, too. She wants to give him that kind of encouragement, because-- Because he deserves it. She believes that with all her heart] You know-- You know?! [??? WHAT DOES HE KNOW, MIKAN use your words]

Y-you should b-believe in yourself too! Everyone is... really grateful to Hinata-san for being there. Everyone likes you a lot! You usually so cool and understanding...

[futurebullets]

[Ever so slowly, a deep red creeps across his face as she talks.]

...Am I really? Is that what you all think of me? [His voice is small... almost half a step away from being shy, even. But there's a pleased note in it too.] I've never tried to be cool or anything like that... [He's wanted it a little, yes, but never thought he actually was.] I just wanted to do my best to help everybody and be there for you all, so...

[That's always been something that felt natural for him.]

I don't know how much I can offer as... a date, or whatever they want us to do. But... [He manages a sheepish smile.] I guess I'll just have to do my best, after hearing something like that.