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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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You look nice.
[A little too much effort, but he wasn't going to judge her for that.]
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G'raha! Aw, thanks! I did my best to look like a real adult! And all on my first try, too!
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The dress is lovely on you. I can't say anything about the shoes though. I have no experience in wearing heels, though I do find it incredible how you ladies can wear such things and make it look easy.
[Let's ignore the wobbling for a second, shall we?]
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It does take a lot of practice, but once you master it, it's like walking on air!
[ And she proceeds to show that is a HUGE STINKIN' LIE by doing a twirl... and flailing all over the place, losing her balance, and needing to grab a table to prevent herself from falling over. ]
Ack! ... Uh, maybe more like walking on a tornado...
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It does seem tricky. Take it one step at a time. It wouldn't be good if you hurt yourself trying.
So, what are your thoughts so far about the get together?
[He's specifically avoiding the word 'date' here. She may think of it as a bunch of dates and that's fine, but he also doesn't intend to make Emet more annoyed than he was.]
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I... w-well, I think I made Akechi kind of mad? But everyone else has been super nice!
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I wouldn't let it bother you too much. It sounds like everything else has gone well enough. And how about you? Feeling any better?
[About her confidence, that was. Well, mayhap he should offer her a drink. Just because he was taken didn't mean he couldn't at least go along with this experience for her sake. He had no real intention of delving too dele into it, but he had a feeling Mei likely knew that already.]
Ah, yes. Would you like something to drink? I would be happy to get one for you.
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Oh, sure! But... I'll get whatever you're having! It'll be a way to learn more about your tastes!
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How do you like your coffee?
[He wants to at least get her something she'll like.]
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Give it to me black! Straight up!
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Hopefully you don't mind taking up some of your time?
[He might be playing up the part for her sake a little.]
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... I mean, I'm still gunna do some math problems and flute practice and clean my home afterward, but other than that, totally free!
[ She takes her coffee and ssssiiiip! ... BLECK. I mean, thank goodness, it's still kind of sweet, but YEESH. Grown-ups drink this stuff?! She winces, but then puts on a shaky smile. She's fine. ]
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He did his best not to outwardly laugh at her reaction to the coffee, but he may have had a soft smile slip by in response.]
Ah right. How have your studies been? [And then a pause.] You don't have to drink it on my account if it's not something you fancy. I'd be happy to get you any other drinks you'd prefer. Coffee is a bit of an acquired taste.
[Something he'd gotten used to during those long nights if research, even as far back as the days of writing his Archon thesis.]
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[ So in defiance, she takes a HUGE gulp of coffee... and regrets it pretty much instantly. But she swallows it down, her entire face red due to how hot it was. Owwwwww. ]
... S-s-s-studies are g-g-g-good.
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Mei, are you sure okay?
[He's very tempted to pull out his white mage job stone to patch her up, but he wasn't sure if it would count for downing hot coffee. He is visably concerned though. They can get back to the subject at hand after he's sure she's okay.]
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[ All her embarrassment is increasing! She's gunna Panda at this rate! Must... not... Panda! Suppress emotions! Become a blank sheet of ice! ]
Let us continue the discussion of studies.
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Right... [Back on subject then] Do you enjoy school, then? What's your favorite subject?
[He's not sure if her world is the same as his as far as kids not particularly liking going to classes, but it would be admirable if she did.]
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I enjoy school very much. My favorite studies include include French and Math. I make sure to study both every single night.
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[Math was simple enough, but he has no idea what French is. It didn't matter though.]
I also enjoy learning new things. Though I am something of a historian, so mayhap my opinions are more biased than most.
[The amount of times that he -- still -- spends late nights working on projects or his research are pretty often these days. Sometimes it takes Madhuri to drag him to bed for the night.]
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Enjoying new things is fun. I want to learn a lot here... I've... I've been trying to learn more about dreamotion under Satan!
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I hope your studies have been fruitful thus far.
[He spoke with her a little while longer until her next "date" arrived. Upon their arrival, he politely smiled and excused himself, wishing her a good day. He may have lingered for a little while longer to ensure she was doing okay before finally excusing himself out of the cafe.]