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

[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!

[nullifying]

Ah sure. What about... [ And he picks randomly, incidentally, though it's a classic. ]

[memlost]

Good choice. ['Tis catchy. Another tune to get stuck in his head... Anyway! Since it's a bit more difficult, Morgan buckles down for this one and ups his footwork. Mother would pass this song with 100% perfection!!]

[nullifying]

Catchy, at least. [ He does a little better, still behind Morgan though. It helps he's getting a bit used to the weird videos they put for these things. ]

[memlost]

[What, a dancer gyrating wildly inside a giant epileptic disco ball is weird? Maybe you're the weird one, Andy. Maybe it's you.]

Phew! This is a good workout. You wouldn't think stepping on arrows would be so tiring.

[nullifying]

[ He'd prefer to be the weird one if that what was normal. Probably. ]

It's the repetitious legwork.

[ Could use some upper body workouts too but, it'd be weird if he started doing push-ups in class or something... ]

[memlost]

["Repetitious legwork" sounds like something only his workout-crazy friends would say.] You're right... Hey, maybe if we strapped on some weights, we could make it a serious training exercise!

[nullifying]

[ It's important to keep in shape okay! ] That's true. I'm not sure if we have any though.

[memlost]

Hmm... What if we used one of those magic window boxes? They look pretty heavy.

[nullifying]

Eh? The TVs? They'll probably break.

[memlost]

There's so many, no one's going to miss one or two of them. Right?

[nullifying]

[ He goes over to them and checks behind them. ] I think they're bolted to the wall.

[memlost]

Are they? Rats. Guess they were one step ahead of me. Maybe if we earn enough tokens to fill a sack with them...

[nullifying]

Mmm. I could look around... Be back in a second. [ brb abusing his host abilities of moving around the school. ]

[memlost]

Good luck!

[In the meantime, Morgan will chill. Watch the TVs. Eat a Chicken Whizee or two. Live life.]

[nullifying]

I guess these will have to do? [ And he's come back with some paperweights. More specifically those heavier tape dispensers. ]