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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[assent]

Good evening. [ Is it even evening? It feels like evening. ] They sound like lovely pyjamas. Are they like the famous kigurumi I have heard about?

[purrtagonist]

Evening, Sonia.

[he gives a soft snort]

No, not exactly. They're just comfortable.

[assent]

A combination of comfortable and cute. [ She nods. ] They seem like a good choice.

[ She flips the next card, and starts reading automatically. Partly because she's translating at the same time. ]

"Have you ever had voyeuristic fantas--" [ Most of the way through she catches up and looks horrified. ] I apologise, I should have read the question first.

[ SLAMS THAT DOWN ON THE TABLE FACE DOWN. ]

"What do you do to wake yourself up in the morning?" [ Okay that is mUCH BETTER ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . WISE IDEA, SONIA]

[he pauses to think, then frowns]

I can't think of a funny response to that one. Drink coffee, usually. If that doesn't work, Boss's curry wakes me up just fine.

[assent]

[ Some of these questions are terrible. ]

Coffee is quite a common option for people, I believe. Curry, however... I do not believe I have heard anyone have curry in the morning before.

[purrtagonist]

[extremely terrible]

It's the spice. It kicks you in the mouth so hard, you're wide awake in seconds.

[assent]

Aaaah, that sounds exciting! [ wHY ] Much better than a real kick in the mouth, I am certain.

[purrtagonist]

[exciting is one word for it??]

From experience? Yes, it is.

[assent]

You were kicked in the mouth?!

[ But he seems so nice... why would anyone do that ]

[purrtagonist]

[he fought a lot of Shadows in the cognitive world. . . IT HAPPENS. . .]

Ah-- it. . .! It wasn't as bad as you think. Just an accident.

[assent]

Even so... [ She sounds so upset for him. ] That is truly awful. I am glad you were able to recover.

[purrtagonist]

It's fine.

[no permanent damage was done]

But thank you for your concern.

[assent]

[ She gives him a smile as if to say it isn't a problem, then turns over the next card: ]

"What, in your mind, constitutes “stalking”?"

[ Well at least it isn't as bad as voyeurism... thanks rng ]

[purrtagonist]

[. . . . HA. he snorts in amusement at that question, but probably for reasons she doesn't yet understand]

Watching someone from a distance and recording every detail about their lives and their confidants in a stalker book that you discreetly disguise as a "dossier."

[he's dunking on Akechi]

[assent]

[ She pauses at that. ]

That is oddly... specific.

[purrtagonist]

[:')]

Want me to draw a card next? I feel like I'm talking too much about myself.

[assent]

[ c8;; ]

Please, go ahead.

[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?"

[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... ]

[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. ]

[purrtagonist]

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

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

[assent]

[ She sighs. ]

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

[purrtagonist]

Why is it like that? Is it because of the insurgents you mentioned before?

[danger danger]

[assent]

That and Coup d'etats... terrorism... [ She looks sheepish. ] It has been like this for centuries.

[ high voltage ]