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Dreambucks Dating Sim(?!): Limited Edition
Who: Emet-Selch, Mei Lee, and a Bevy of Beautiful Boys (maybe)
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
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After a hard swallow and exhale, she straightens up and takes the chair, cheeks already flushed red. ]
H-H-Hello! M-M-My name is Meilin Lee! B-B-Bit everyone calls me Mei! This is a very normal thing that's happening right now!
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[Bless him, for he still has no idea what any of this is all about. As he fixes this girl- Mei- with his luminescent eyes, he nods good-naturedly enough... despite the fact his wheels are turning.
Her face is red, as if she has ran a great distance.
She is exhaling more than she is inhaling.
Her voice is shaking. She is stammering.
...Mei may need to breathe. Perhaps if he offers her some of his drink?]
For you, miss Mei.
[Some form of mint tea is placed her way. As he had not drank any of it yet, perhaps it would be assumed as a sweet gesture? Or perhaps not? That would depend on Mei's own interpretation.]
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[ Aw, that was sweet! She exhales a little again, then inches forward, gently taking the cup in her hand and takes a sniff - mmm! ]
Oh, wow, that smells really good! Is that mint? Is that your favorite flavor?
[ There now. Nice and calm. All is right in the world. This is casual conversation. Eeeeasy does it. ]
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[So yes, actually. That is his favoured drink. And this is a nice, casual (if somewhat strange) conversation. Which is about to get slightly tricky, for he is still under the impression that he has been brought here to meet with some of the performers for Emet-Selch's talent show endeavor.]
My name is Themis, by the way. Oh- I would think you are one of the performers in the talent show? Are you a dancer, perhaps? Or the animal act?
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AND DOES A SPIT-TAKE AT THE ANIMAL ACT. ]
W-w-what? Animal act? Wh... why would I be doing an animal act?! I-I don't have any acts involving animals! Nope! None! I'm totally animal free! I'm completely normal in every way!
[ DID HE FIND OUT ABOUT THE PANDA? HOW? WHEN? NO, SHE WAS SO SURE SHE DIDN'T PANDA TODAY! ]
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[A glance, wayward, to Emet-Selch, who would appear busy discussing something else, with someone else. So, question unanswered, he turns again to Mei. ...Oh, he cannot help but show his confusion. For he is so confused.]
Forgive me. I had thought this was a meeting regarding... something else.
[Is she angered? She does not seem so. More completely... horrified. So quickly:]
Our mutual friend has something planned. ...A talent show, actually. I'd thought that someone like you, that made the entrance you did, would participate.
...And that you would be quite good.
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Oh... oh! Hahahahahaaaa. Ha! That's... so nice of you to say! Very nice. I mean, maybe I could try something with my flute! Cause I play the flute. I don't... do anything with animals. Nope. Just the flute.
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...Strange, he thinks. But that is all. And he is quick to change course.]
Perhaps you could, if you could spare the time.
[A brief smile follows, and he tilts his head, the timbre of his voice growing somewhat warm.]
I'd certainly want to hear it.
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Oh, w-well... I did land the solo in the Spring Concert last year... so I'm pretty good... D-Do you play anything? Instruments?
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[And he is impressed. Very much so, in fact. Mei's question, however, has his hand rise to his chin, curling slightly as he considers it. He couldn't exactly say the same... at least in regard to skill. In light of his purpose, things such as finding fun in recreational activities like instruments took a backseat.
But. There is something he can attest to.]
Years past, I learned how to play the lyre. Unlike you... I cannot say that I showed much promise at it. [Or perhaps he did, and he is simply being modest. Still, he continues.] I would like to play with you sometime, whether you choose to perform at the talent show or not.
... If you do not mind any racket I make, of course.
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I would loooove to jam together. I don't think I've ever heard the lyre before, so you'd be my first experience with it... I can't imagine you making anything that's not handsome - er, gorgeous - er, great! Hahahahahaaaaaa....