lσvєstruck mαfíα | detention

[modfia]

Welcome to Detention!

Although it should technically be held in the school auditorium, detention is being held at the gym for reasons unknown. The floors here are smooth and sparkling clean, but they seem as if they will scratch and be dirtied quite easily. There are chairs stacked on one side of the gym, ready to be sat upon by unlucky guests. All the gym equipment is currently locked in the gym supply closet.

A few television monitors sit stacked on top of one another against one of the walls, all of which display scenes and audio from the classroom of love.

There is only one choice available to you here:
► Party

Comments

[memlost]

[By the time he's earned enough tokens to make a healthy bet, Morgan has heard enough of the background songs to know them by heart. He sings along idly as he scribbles his guesses down.]

♪ Sleeping booty, screaming booty
Harder booty, softer booty
Sweeter booty, sour booty
New booty, used booty
Whose booty, sister's booty... ♪

[What he's got down so far:

(5) Alkaid = Protagonist
(2) Aoba = Jock
(1) Togami = Student (AB?)
(1) Flynn = Actor
(2) Hiro'omi = Ditz
(1) Mitsuki = Tsundere]

[nullifying]

[ A few minutes later, a certain eyepatched man is going to collect the tokens and the vote sheet into a safe place inside the booth. Guess who's doing double duty today? Except it's pretty much babysitting and.. more babysitting. ]

Got 'em. Will give out the rewards if any at the end of the game.

[ If Morgan is still singing along with the booty song though he'll give a very visible "....." for a bit before composing himself to a business smile. ]

[memlost]

[You'd sing along too if you were stuck in here...! Maybe. Or maybe not.]

Thanks. By the way, how's it looking out there? It's hard to get a feel for the atmosphere just by looking into those window boxes.

[nullifying]

[ Maybe, but maybe not to that song... He tilts his head upwards thinking about it. ]

Ah well,there was a lot of tension earlier today. Its eased up for now though.

[ He looks back at Morgan with a small smile. ]

And how have you been holding up here?

[memlost]

Pretty great! The food's a total improvement, and I've never seen games like these anywhere before. Could use some more company, but I figure that problem will sort itself out sooner or later.

[nullifying]

Yeah, it definitely will. But not bad here, is it? It's definitely an improvement from last time's version of detention. [ At least from what Yoh told him and the amount of complaining he had to listen to. ]

[memlost]

That so? What was the difference?

[nullifying]

Something about falling vegetables, creepy rabbits with boxcutters, green everything... [ He was kinda tuning out most of the ranting really...]

[memlost]

Bizarre. But also hilarious! It would make a great story, at least.

[Pause.] Hey, while you're here, do you want to dance with me? It'll take but ten minutes, tops!

[nullifying]

Eh? Sure...? [ Not exactly sure about this, but hey, getting away from Saionji for longer is more than welcome! ]

[memlost]

Fantastic! [Let's DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION, Andy! Morgan heads off for the DDR machine.] I'm warning you, though, I've had a lot of time to practice!

[nullifying]

[ He follows hands in his pockets with a grin. ] I'm not exactly the most graceful, so you'll probably win. [ But as a former soldier and spy, he does have good reflexes! Mostly as a way to overcome his psychic power's weakness. Which comes in handy when you're being bullied by Hyoubu.... ]

[memlost]

[He turns and walks backwards to face Andy.] Aw, don't worry about that. I'm a pretty big klutz myself. Besides, your longer limbs must give you all kinds of advantages!

[nullifying]

That depends more on what the enemy's like, doesn't it? [ Don't trip walking like that Morgan!]

[memlost]

Good point. No strength is without its weaknesses! [Thankfully, he faces forward before anything unfortunate can happen and shrugs off his coat. When they reach the machine, he folds it carefully and drapes it over the handrail behind the dance pad.]

So, do you know how to play?

[nullifying]

[ Likewise, he'll take off his jacket. ] I know the game, I've never actually tried playing though.

[memlost]

Oh, then there's nothing to do but get some feet-on experience. Do you want to pick the song or should I?

[In the meantime, he zips on through the menu screens.]

[nullifying]

Oh, you can pick. [ He should know most of these... probably. It should be good anyway, he needed exercise and there was much too much sitting involved here. ]

[memlost]

All right, then let's pick an easy one for starters...

[He picks the first one he sees that is easy but not insultingly so at a lower difficulty than in the video.]

[nullifying]

[ And Andy will definitely spend a lot of time getting distracting and going "What the hell is with this video" and other such comments at the screen but despite that he won't be too far behind Morgan's score. ]

[memlost]

[In his concentration, Morgan barely listens to the lyrics. Ignorance is perhaps bliss...]

Not bad at all. Maybe we've found your hidden talent!

[nullifying]

You think so...? [ He seems still quite bewildered by what just went on ]

[memlost]

I think so. You were tearing up the dancepad! [This may be a slight exaggeration.] I know I failed my first song, anyway.

[nullifying]

Oh I guess it's just some subconscious... trying to follow orders... I guess? [ Too much being someone's lapdog? ]

[memlost]

Hey, I can appreciate that! Faithful troops are a tactician's best friend. [And since DDR has no pause button...] Wanna pick the next song? Better hurry before time runs out!