Trash Squad Day 1 - SPEED DATING

[chinhotta]

Alright, kiddos!! Gather up in the cafeteria for your first event!

[ The cafeteria tables are arranged differently now, long tables pushed to the edges of the room and filled with finger foods and drinks, and the center of the room open except for a bunch of tall, small round tables which are empty except for a stack of cards, but about the right size and height for two people to put drinks on as they stand around.

Vanilla is also standing on one of the tables with a bullhorn. ]

We're starting with a classic! Speed dating! You'll have five minutes each round! When the horn goes off, that's your cue to switch it up and talk to someone else! If you need some conversation starters, try one of the questions on those cards!

...Or don't! You can do whatever you want, I'm not your mom. I'm going with 'uncle' for now!

( The structure here is pretty casual:
- Make a top level
- Tag some people! Optionally, start off with a question from the deck of suggestions!
- Thread! You can ask more questions if you want.
- Try to keep threads around 10 comments from you maximum. This isn’t a hard limit, but assume a bullhorn goes off around there to signal a switch.
- Pace yourself, kids, this runs until Thursday. )

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[purrtagonist]

[WHY DO BAD THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO PERSONA SENPAIS]

[either way, Akira's hands are curling into tight fists, knuckles white, in his lap. his natural instinct is, of course, to call the whole situation stupid and say that if they somehow manage to kill Nyarlathotep, then everything could go back to how it should be with no problems, right??]

[but he doesn't know anything about Tatsuya's enemy, beyond what he read in some Lovecraftian books back home. doesn't know exactly how impossible it may or may not be to kill. sure, Joker managed to kill a false god, managed to stop it from enslaving humanity for eternity and basking it its inevitable ruin. . . but a god created by the cognition of the people is way different than one who is just there, right?]

[he goes for a different approach]

So make new memories, instead.

[his voice is firm. a little strained, like he's holding something back (he is, he's so so angry on Tatsuya's behalf, because that isn't fair), but laced with determination nonetheless]

Nothing is stopping you from befriending them all over again. [a pause] Is it?

[purrtagonist]

[plucks a card from the stack! and lets out a low whistle as he reads it]

This is a good one. "What skills do you have that would help you to survive a zombie apocalypse?"

[purrtagonist]

[. . . 'kay, Futayo]

Yeah, but kidneys are healthier. They're high in protein and low in fat.

[is this the discourse they should be having]

[purrtagonist]

[a grin]

Oh? What sort of impression do you usually leave, then?

[assent]

[ Ah, it's happening. She looks thoughtful for a moment, her finger pressing against her lip before she begins. ]

While the intention had not been for a zombie apocalypse, in my country all children are taught how to operate a tank. Alongside that I am able to use other artillery and guns, also.

[ Probably not what he expected, huh... ]

[lefthandpath]

Oh, er...

[pulls a card]

"What’s your worst pet peeve?"

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . . WELP, HERE IT IS. he doesn't even have a snarky response for htat]

I-- what? Why? A tank? As kids?

[assent]

[ No one has a snarky response for this BS that is her country. ]

Yes, that is correct. I have come to find it is differrent in other countries, yes?

[ Why isn't she equally as worried about this. ]

[truthstranger]

...Yes. A friend of mine helped me get false documentation from his yakuza contacts.

[ just a LITTLE wry ]

[purrtagonist]

[oh]

[right]

[a soft snort, because he had been assuming this was a story linked to Shuichi's time at home]

Really. He sounds like a pretty good friend.

[also wry]

[purrtagonist]

Generally, it's frowned upon to turn kids into child soldiers, yeah.

[JUST. . . SAYING. that's also pretty blunt]

[aria_ardeinae]

Ah, you mean the displays of others.

...I find it understandable if one of them's narrowly escaped death.

[motorcycle_noises]

I can definitely imagine it's complicated.

[ And then, abruptly: ]

My hair.

[motorcycle_noises]

Probably, yeah.

[aria_ardeinae]

A fine policy. Had you wings, you'd pass for a Phoenician without a second thought.

[motorcycle_noises]

[ Boy, do I have some bad news for you. ]

...I wasn't supposed to remember anything. That was the deal we all made, and I broke it. It gave Nyarlathotep a chance to rise again, to try and bring the world to ruin. And though I managed to stop him again, he would keep having chances as long as I was there. So in order to keep everyone I loved safe, to keep the world safe.... I had to return to the other timeline. I won't see my friends again until we all return to the Sea of Souls.

[assent]

[ She sighs. ]

I would prefer that it were not the case as well.

[thickandchunky]

...So it's not just me. I haven't really given myself time to consider it... how about you, have you even wanted to?

[thickandchunky]

Sounds like a lot of us are figuring this out for the first time.

[thickandchunky]

That's a good way to look at it. Could always use more friends.

[truthstranger]

It depends what our hosts consider 'chemistry', I guess.

[truthstranger]

...Yeah. Don't worry about it. We can talk later.

[truthstranger]

Ah, we can start with questions if you want, too...

[truthstranger]

I can.

[ He draws a card, pauses to consider it, and then decides to just go with it. ]

"What is your weapon of choice?"

[truthstranger]

He's a very good friend.

[ This moment of genuine affection is interrupted by the blast of a bullhorn. ]