You've seen the flyer. Or maybe you haven't. Whatever your reasons may be, you've decided to log onto ViViD today at around 6 PM. At first, all seems normal as the game loads, and you prepare to start on what should be an average adventure. Maybe you'll do a little fighting, or some exploring, or even a little platforming. Either way, there shouldn't be anything unusual about this.
Right?
You couldn't have been more wrong. The moment you log in, something goes strange. The game glitches around you, whatever world that started to load seizing up and freezing with static, warping with strange colors. And then a different setting loads smoothly like nothing ever happened. The first thing you notice is that it's sprawling and beautiful, if not a little ostentatious. Should your curiosity draw you from the courtyard you've arrived in through the great double doors, you'll arrive in...
... a ballroom. Welcome to prom. |
PHASE I [ 6 00 ] There are tables scattered around the periphery of the room, and a DJ, somewhat out of place in this beautiful setting, is stationed at the back, spinning out tunes to help you get settled into the start of the night. On the scattered tables are... punch bowls? They look tantalizing, and they come in quite a rainbow of colors. Should you be brave enough to take a sip, you'll find interesting things will happen. Drink the red punch, and you'll end up in rococo fashion. Drink the pale champagne-colored punch, and you'll find yourself sporting elegant regency attire. How about that cool blue punch? You'll step right into the roaring 20's. What about that dayglo orange punch over there? How about some far out 80's, man? That futuristic purple punch will suit you up in Tron style. And then there's one last punch bowl on a lonely table in the corner. No one can quite identify that color. Is that ... brown? Brave this punch bowl and you'll be, uh ... richly rewarded with modern-day fashions. Will you step up and test these refreshments, for science? Or will you be the first onto the dance floor, or to make an insane request of the DJ?
Last but not least, certain Cerealians who glitch into the level may find they have a specific corsage attached that they cannot remove! If they stick around long enough, they'll find one other lucky soul with a matching corsage. This is your ViViD assigned date! No one is going to force you two to dance... but you might find that the longer you put off dancing, the tighter that corsage gets around your wrist, or the more it begins to prick your chest, depending on its location. Might want to rethink your position...
Dates: - Shijima Kurookano & Himeko Inaba
- Trucy Wright & Enomoto "Ene" Takane
- Adelina & Rock Lee
- Byakuya Togami & Lailah
- Archer & Touka Kirishima
- Sakuya Le Bel Shirogane & Maya Fey
- Leon Kuwata & Alisha Diphda
PHASE II [ 730 ] So you're here. Whether out of curiosity or you've resigned yourself to the strange festivities, you're in. Maybe you've been wallflowering it up for a while, even with the cool kickin music playing. Whatever the case may be, the DJ announces themselves (DJ Slim Shaydee, not to be confused with that knock off from Earth). You're welcomed in an enthusiastic manner. Also hey, if you're near a table, see those cute placards? Yeah the ones in the center pieces mixed in with the bowl of candy and flowers. You'll notice they have a neatly typed out list— DJ Slim Shaydee says whoever fulfills the criteria on the list will be crowned Prom Royalty. Who doesn't want that???
- Successfully complete a slow dance
- Do the cha cha slide OR do the electric slide without messing up the turn
- Make out in the rose garden out back
- Have a dramatic fight with a close friend and storm out (you may come back after)
- Comfort a crying friend in the bathroom
- If you're a minor, accidentally get drunk
- Successfully spike every punch bowl within a 20 minute time limit
- Confess romantic feelings to the object of your affections
To truly kick it off or maybe give those ambitious types a head start, DJ Slim is gonna play you (yes all of you) a group dance! Hope you know the moves to the Cha Cha Slide. If not, don't worry, the song will tell you every step.
Oh and one more thing — anyone who fulfills an item on the list will get a confetti surprise. What does this mean? It means a golden, multi-faceted little ball will spontaneously appear over your head out of nowhere soon after you fulfill a condition, hovering for a moment before it explodes into a shower of confetti. Enjoy!
PHASE III [ 900 ] Whew. All these fast paced songs sure have you tired out, right? Maybe take a sip from the many punch bowls around the room if you haven't tested them out yet. Or try your hand at fulfilling another portion of that list from earlier—by spiking the punch. Better work fast though, the bowls themselves refresh fairly quickly once they sense contamination. See how many you can get in one go! Or if you're not a dirty prankster, see how many people you can catch spiking those dang bowls.
While you're doing that, the DJ seems to want to wind down the energy in the room. That means, you guessed it: time for that coveted slow dance. As the first chords of the song play, the doors to the garden veranda and hedge maze open. How romantic.
PHASE IV [ 1000 ] It's the end of the night, and maybe you've been trying your best to satisfy all those win conditions. Or maybe you haven't! Either way, it's clear from the mood in the air that the time is drawing near for the announcement of the Prom Royalty. The DJ brings the lights low, and spotlights hit his stand. He brings a mic to his mouth, and announces grimly that there will be no Prom Royalty. Apparently, no one satisfied enough of the win conditions! How can that be? Surely someone tried! Well, whatever happened, the DJ isn't happy, and the lights in the room will come back up. The DJ will mess with some of the equipment at his station, and all across the room, small panels will open up near the ceiling. Pouring out will come ... balloons? And not just any balloons - they're water balloons, and not only are they somehow floating, they're coming straight for you. How are they flying? We just don't know. If they come in contact with you, they'll frizz your perfect prom hair. Worse, if you apply even the mildest force to them, they'll immediately pop and drench you in freezing cold water, leaving you drenched.
The ballroom quickly fills with these angry little balloons, threatening to flood the room completely if too many of them pop. Will you flee and save yourself? Try to save your friends? Try to reason with the DJ and stop the balloon menace? No matter what you do, you'd better work fast. The floor is already getting dangerously wet...
BONUS [ hour ??? ] Remember that garden maze? From a certain point of the evening on, prom guests have been free to wander through as they please. They're beautiful, a rose maze by day that looks even more breathtaking at night with fairy lights glittering and winking in between all the flowers and leaves. Maybe you wandered out there to get away from the craziness in the party. Perhaps you want to be a true wallflower. But should you explore this maze with another at your side, you'll find it a pleasant enough trip, and if you manage to make it all the way to the center of the maze, you'll discover a secluded little gazebo that seems like it was placed there just for you.
Go in alone, though, and the maze seems like a completely different place. The fairy lights will be dimmer, less pleasant. You'll hear a rustling too loud to just be the wind. What was that sound? Turn around, and nothing is there. Too late you'll realize that the maze itself is alive, and has been watching you this entire time. It doesn't like lone wanderers. Better run fast or find a way to get out of the plant's clutches before you really become veggie.
However, if you get caught, you'll be trapped by the sentient vines that shoot out from the walls and bound to the side of the maze until another lone explorer finds you. At this point the vines will reach out and snap up that unlucky soul, too, wrapping you both up in a not-so-tender embrace. You'll both be stuck there until you can do whatever it is the maze wants that will convince it to set you free. What is that? Well, it does seem to be fond of lovers... and public displays of affection.
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[He's not yet willing to admit that he is too. He just hasn't tried hard enough yet, dammit! But no—a few sharp tugs on his still-trapped left arm is enough to tell that he's not going to walk away from this any more easily than Togami is. Well, fuck.
He groans and slackens in the grip of the vines, bringing his one free arm up to rub at his own hair. It takes him a few beats to speak.]
. . . One more.
[He sounds both awkwardly nervous and flat-out defeated.]
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—Another kiss?
[ Just to clarify. The problem with being half-free is that now he's managed to move a decent distance away from Leon—not too far, but not really making out distance—and now he'd have to go to a little effort to get back up close to him again. He really doesn't want to do so without making absolutely sure that's what they're planning.
But he sways forward a little anyway, since he's pretty sure it is. ]
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[He'd been managing to kill off his fluster, but having to address it blatantly like that brings some of it back. No! This is happening for important getting the fuck out of here purposes; that's all that matters! And he's done it once now. He can handle doing it again. He hadn't even been sure it'd work the first time, right? This time he knows what he's doing and why!
So he tries to fight down his reaction, shifting closer himself, juuuust about making out distance. This is nothing but a task. They've almost finished it, even!]
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He'd rather just do it than spend time talking about it, although he'd deny that it had anything to do with him being awkward or embarrassed. So he just presses their lips together again, unceremoniously. ]
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Well, fine. Leon kisses back.
It is easier this time; he has more freedom of movement, and also, some of the tension has broken after their brief conversation there. And it's not new anymore. So when he kisses back . . . he actually kisses back, just letting it happen this time. If they didn't get free before, they're not going to get free this time by gently pecking each other's lips or something, right?
He's not thinking about it anymore. Doing that hasn't been going well for him tonight.
His hand drags up behind Togami's neck to hold him there, and he kisses back intently, skipping right ahead to where they left off: with his tongue in Togami's mouth and his teeth grazing his lips.]
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[ He shouldn't really be surprised—after all, he can and did follow the same train of logic Leon did, about the intensity of the kiss—but he still didn't expect Leon being this... "resigned" right off the bat this time. He's a beat delayed in kissing back. ]
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Leon backs off for a second, with a short concerned sound rumbling in his throat, but he doesn't actually pull away.
He really does not want to care about whether Togami is enjoying himself right now. (But if he's doing this anyway, shouldn't he be impressive and skilled and cool!? He can't leave anyone thinking he's a bad kisser!)]
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He does take it as impetus to kiss back more thoroughly, though, gripping onto Leon's shirt to make sure he stays in range. Surely both of them want to get this over with sooner rather than later, so there's no point in holding back. That hesitation was just a fluke! ]
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The mood has changed this time; it's pretty noticeable. He'd been caught up in it before, and now he's not. They are doing this to get the fuck out of here, with no complicated feelings of pleasure involved. Good. That's for the better, right? It really is exactly what Leon had convinced himself it was!
How annoying.
No one actually likes kissing without any pleasure involved in it. Leon is being reminded of that fact at this very moment. As much as the first kiss had freaked him out, and he still doesn't exactly feel good about it, at least he didn't feel bored and kind of inferior as a lover doing it . . .
So he stops, deliberately, just for a moment, and then begins kissing back again—slower this time, more shallowly, focusing back on making this a good kiss rather than a kiss that's over. He can acknowledge his own motives later, or maybe not. Not sounds good. Don't start with your tongue already down the guy's throat, man, work up to that, play with his lips first, bite just a little—]
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The safest compromise in this situation is to play along, but make sure to establish himself as an equal contender. Of course this option involves bluffing and strategizing very quickly on the fly. But he likes to think that he's up to the challenge.
(Was that what this was about? Well, that's what it's about now. Leon is clearly throwing down the gauntlet here! What else explains the change of approach?)
He parts his lips, receptive as he considers how he can move next. Leon's current move has limited the use of his mouth, but he has a free hand now. He loosens his grip on Leon's shirt, flattening his hand to smooth it down instead, rubbing over Leon's shoulder. If nothing else, this is a deliberate enough action to serve as his acceptance of the challenge. (You know, the challenge that definitely exists.) ]
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Leon's of course unaware of all of this strategizing. The entire point of this is not to overthink it so much! Overthinking it is what's freaking him out! Any hidden message in the hand on his shoulder isn't heard, but . . . it does feel nice. It feels like acceptance of the situation, at least, which is kind of what's going on anyway; it's just the deep politicking of kissing that's lost on Leon, a guy who just likes to kiss.
(Even a guy, apparently, but that's the part he's not thinking about right now!)
He eases up a little on his own grabbing onto Togami's jacket, wrapping his arms more loosely around him. Things aren't so tense this time—at least, not yet. Casual kissing, for a good cause, or something like that. Leon takes the invitation to touch their tongues, but he isn't exactly aggressive about it—what kind of challenge is that?]
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He can't help himself; he starts smiling into the kiss, too amused to keep a straight (so to speak) face, and finally has to break it to mumble up close to Togami's mouth.]
Dude . . . are you tryin' to win kissing?
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[ What's with that reaction! He takes a moment to catch his breath and figure out how he's meant to respond. Obviously he was trying to win. But then, Leon is implying that he wasn't supposed to be. But then, Leon's opinion doesn't really count. But then, it's hard to defend himself when he doesn't have much experience to draw on in this area, himself. But then, Leon started it! But...!
He huffs, annoyed, his irritation a thin mask over his confusion. ] I am not trying to lose it.
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What is that? Hilarious? Kinda charming in its complete awkwardness? A great way to break the tension? Maybe all of the above. Whatever it is, it's not like it's a bad thing; something about this feels a little more normal, now. There's some new ease and confidence in Leon's expression, and he laughs, not unkindly.
(In fact, maybe still a little more huskily than he meant to, but whatever.)]
I hate to break it to you, but everyone wins kissing if it's kissing worth doing.
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...He thinks about what he just said, though. Is his kissing just not—"worth" enough?! Is that why they're still stuck here?! He swallows, preempting any bile from rising in his throat and spoiling things even further. He suddenly feels as if that might be a danger. ]
And I suppose you're the arbiter of what kisses are worth doing? [ His voice is wary—darkly uncertain. He feels like a cornered animal, lost without any strategy. So, fittingly, he continues as if he were raising his hackles, with a hint of a growl: ] If you think we're missing something here, say so directly.
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[Yikes. His hand is still on Togami's shoulder, and he automatically slides it around to rub at the back of his neck, palm kneading comfortingly against the skin under his collar.
Which is a much, much more intimate gesture than he would ever normally offer a dude friend, especially in a situation that wasn't completely dire, whatever Togami might think about it right now. But since they're already in this position, still tangled up together and catching their breath from kissing, it's just kind of . . . what happens. His hand is already there. It feels natural. It also feels good, but he doesn't waste a lot of mental energy on that right now; it is what it is.
Maybe later he'll remember it and feel weird.]
That wasn't even an insult! It was supposed to be a compliment, duh! C'mon, relax some . . . the only way to "win" is to enjoy yourself!
[Which they'd both been doing before. But Leon's slipped into advice-giving mode, not fully working through the implications of this in his head. (You know, the "let's have fun and make it feel good" implications.)]
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But if relaxing's what they're supposed to do... Ugh. ]
What we care about right now is what these vines consider "winning". [ And he'd sooner strangle Leon with some of these vines than agree that they've been enjoying themselves enough to get them to loosen this far—okay, no, but that's definitely what he would say if he were asked about it. ]
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Considering Togami's grumpiness, he coaxes him a little—kissing a few times at his lower lip and then gliding his tongue over it, before actually meeting his lips, without too much force at first. But he keeps his hand where it is, cupped warmly around the back of his neck to hold him there. (Also without much force at the moment; it's not like Togami couldn't back off.)]
Hmmm . . .
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[ He is in fact reluctant at first, but he knows he's going to have to go through with this, so he allows himself to be coaxed. Once their lips meet, he kisses back slowly. Casually. Relaxed. (But is it really relaxed if it's forced?) ]
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At least, it can be more relaxed than it was. And it is this time; it's easier to just hook his arms around Togami's neck, close his eyes, and drift away on kissing again without thinking too hard about—anything unfortunate about this situation, which means not thinking too hard about the situation at all.
It still feels good. Before long, he gets noisier about it, even moaning the tiniest bit against Togami's lips as he settles into a good pleasurable rhythm of lazy making out.]
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But he supposes the physical sensations themselves aren't bad. It's unpleasant to think about if you describe it in words—wet and slimy, invasive, direct exposure to each other's germs... But the lips are a sensitive part of the body, and they soak up the stimulation well. And as someone who isn't often physically touched, he finds Leon's arms around his neck strangely soothing.
Thinking about it this way is meditative, and by the time he ends up letting another noise slip, it's more genuinely relaxed. ]
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He makes an answering noise against Togami's lips, a little less relaxed, but not in a bad way. It's still casual and comfortable, but with a thread of breathless tension in it too. His hands start to knead at the back of Togami's neck again, less consciously this time.]
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That's nice too, and seems like it would be on the right track, so he leans forward and presses their chests together, taking advantage of that closer proximity to change the angle and depth of the kiss. ]
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Tall. That's how it feels. Togami is fucking tall as hell. They're not even on the ground right now, they're being held up in the air by vines, and when he moves closer, Leon can still feel how tall he is against his body.
He has never before this moment in this whole incident been quite this aware that he's kissing a dude. Togami isn't even a Fujisaki kinda dude, or even a Naegi . . . he's bigger than Leon. His chest is flat with zero tits on it and warm and solid and pressed right up against Leon's, and Leon has to tip his head back more into the kiss because he's shorter!
It's throwing him off. It's all different, all wrong. He wants to hate it.
He kinda does hate it, but he also kinda moans, sharply, in surprised pleasure, when the angle changes and the kiss deepens and there's a body pressed harder against his own.
Goddammit, is he too easy?! His hands begin to slide down Togami's back, dragging down the cloth of his fancy prom jacket (which is just like the fancy clothes he always fucking wears anyway).]
Mmm—
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