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LET'S D.D.R.!!! ☆
Who: Rue and Kyouko
When: Directly after this (ie. heavily backdated and we give no fucks.)
Where: The arcade in the plaza!
Style: [action forever]
Status: Closed
[Rue doesn't exactly know what to expect, or what to look for when she sets out to find the arcade. She is roaming the plaza; and in truth she's never been to the arcade in her life. She's had no reason to. There hadn't even been one, in the city of Gold Crown, and she can only assume what it might be like, and what childish "games" there would be there.
Luckily, the sign above the arcade is rather noticable-- maybe even unnecessarily so, thus it was not difficult to find it.
So she walks in, looking around cautiously for the familiar head of long, pony-tailed red hair. She is distracted, of course, by all the machines set up, and all the people playing them.
All the button mashing, the furious yelling, the cheering--
It isn't an environment she's used to, and not one she prefers. But she isn't one to go back on her word. She simply endures it, looking for this mysterious "DDR" game that Kyouko had so much regard for.
What exactly would it look like? She did mention arrows, huh...
Hmm.]
When: Directly after this (ie. heavily backdated and we give no fucks.)
Where: The arcade in the plaza!
Style: [action forever]
Status: Closed
[Rue doesn't exactly know what to expect, or what to look for when she sets out to find the arcade. She is roaming the plaza; and in truth she's never been to the arcade in her life. She's had no reason to. There hadn't even been one, in the city of Gold Crown, and she can only assume what it might be like, and what childish "games" there would be there.
Luckily, the sign above the arcade is rather noticable-- maybe even unnecessarily so, thus it was not difficult to find it.
So she walks in, looking around cautiously for the familiar head of long, pony-tailed red hair. She is distracted, of course, by all the machines set up, and all the people playing them.
All the button mashing, the furious yelling, the cheering--
It isn't an environment she's used to, and not one she prefers. But she isn't one to go back on her word. She simply endures it, looking for this mysterious "DDR" game that Kyouko had so much regard for.
What exactly would it look like? She did mention arrows, huh...
Hmm.]