My Self-SummarySince the Interastral Peace Corporation wouldn’t mean much to most people here, let’s just say I help people all over the universe. I love what I do, but I’m usually a lot busier than this.
I’m not sure what to do with all this free time on my hands. Let’s be friends.
My Future Plans
Having fun, I guess? I feel like anything bigger than that might end up ruined.
My Talents
Business Operations, Investing, Animal Care and Video Games.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
Math and Science textbooks, Business reports, stock market analyses. No opinions on the other stuff.
My Ideal Partner
Someone who values trust, honesty and clear communication. This is at the foundation of any good business partnership.
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softstoneheart) wrote2024-03-02 04:15 pm
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[He chirps. Of course she doesn't have balance. She's like Anzu-chan and Ibara!
But this place is like an endless vacation. One that neither of them wanted or asked for, and where the tour bus is helmed by a drunk driver who might just careen over a cliff at any point, but there's not much work to do! So off they go on their little school tour.]
Then just play yourself! ♪ That scenario I described isn't too far off from how things really are. I'm the one who's new to this school, and you're definitely the class rep type~
[He starts making his way out of the locker room, peering down the adjacent hall.]
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[ The hall he's looking down leads to one of the school buildings. She indicates to another building across a campus quad right out of an American film.
On the way to the music building, they pass they neatly trimmed patches of lush grass for picnics or outdoor study sessions and lush trees for shade, and even a coffee stand for students and staff that need their caffeine boost.
For a place to study music, it's quiet: not a single muffled note comes from any of the practice rooms down the hall. ]
I think the classrooms are this way...
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He tries to peer into the practice rooms as they pass, keeping an eye out for things like speakers and floor-length mirrors. He can't get much of a glimpse from out in the hall, though.]
That's some pretty good soundproofing ♪
[A joke. He has a feeling they can't hear any music because no one's playing any, not because the soundproofing is good.]
Me and Jun-kun had our very own practice room at our old school. Hopefully this new one will treat us just as well~♪
[He follows her towards the classrooms, chatting goofily. He gets distracted by the sight of a bulletin board on the way, however. This must be where after-school clubs, special classes, and school events are advertised! He steps right up to it, giving one of the flyers a read.
And then squints at the text, his forehead creasing.]
Now that's an odd name for a seminar.
[Is that a description for Edging 101: How to Postpone and Prolong Your Pleasure for a More Explosive Finish? You bet it is!]
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[ just in case he assumes she's confessing to something lewd. ]
If it does work, then the music practice rooms would be a safer space for "getting ice cream."
[ A phrase she'll use as a replacement for "exchanging information." ]
Edge— why would they have classes like this in a performance arts building?
[ Flustered and annoyed, she walks faster through the hall until a flash of light through a classroom door catches her eye. Peering inside, the light source is the reflection from a large mirror lining the wall facing the door. The classroom itself is a large space with wooden floors. Poles for pole dancing are erected in intervals throughout the classroom. ]
I think we're getting warmer? Have a look.
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Not to worry, I understand completely! Just typical boss-employee stuff~♪
[He's teasing her. Though he doesn't think she's lying. Whatever she may feel for her boss, she's the type to have business on the brain more often than not. And her next words make it clear what she really considers those practice rooms to be useful for.]
I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully they smell better than the last ice cream place did.
[It'd be nice if he didn't have to tell her about any murders ever again. But as long as they're still being held captive, the need for clandestine convos won't go away. Also, in a few months' time he will have another murder to tell her about. Fun!
Now, would he rather be discussing murder in one of the practice rooms, or attending the class on Edging 101? Tough call, especially considering he still doesn't completely understand what edging is! But this is obviously a description of that sort of class, which is so not what they're here for.]
Beats me! I'm just a new student~♪
[He'll pretend he knows nothing about this school and why they might be advertising sex classes. He's the free-spirited transfer student, she's the helpful class rep! That's the game here! And so he'll follow after her without trying to read the other flyers or lingering any longer on the thought of Edging 101 (nor will he consider questions like "Is there an Edging 201"?).
She stops outside one of the rooms, and he peers inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the floor-length mirrors. Now there's the sort of thing he's been looking for. He turns to her with a smile and says,]
Yep, you're right! I'll have a look inside if you don't mind.
[And then he steps into the room, his uniform-clad figure reflected in the giant mirror on the wall. Yep, as he thought, he's looking good!]
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[ This resort isn't the first life or death situation they were in. She was just about to start her part in one back in her universe. This could have been a break from that. And then it wasn't. ]
And the practice rooms just smell like wood and paper. They're not smelly at all.
[ She's more than happy to ignore the edging class and any continuing edging classes to check out the practice room. ]
Go for it. Hopefully if there's rooms like this, there'll be some without poles.
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[Yes, he has a spray bottle of air freshener just in case he gets called to the gym. Gotta protect his sensitive nose!
He takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror. The uniform really does look a lot like Reimei's (except cuter, thanks to all the pink!), which gives him a nostalgic feeling. So does walking into an empty rehearsal room.
Though of course Eve's personal practice room at Reimei didn't have poles in it. Idols don't typically dance on poles(save for Wataru in that fantasy performance of Eccentric Party Night), but he can guess what sort of dancing the resort wants them to do. Rather than acknowledge that, though, he'll continue to play the role of naive student!]
It's an interesting feature! My only concern is whether one of us might knock into it. But not me, of course, since I'm always perfectly coordinated~♪ I'm more worried about Jun-kun, since he's still a rookie!
[He walks around the pole, gazing up at the ceiling to examine the sound tech.]