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[slothdere.livejournal.com]

THIS IS A DATING SIM POST
make up the rules as you go along
yosie if you really must know, IM us
find the good end
or bad end
really, your call

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[plumesdelamer.livejournal.com]

[prayingone]

[> Accept the cupcakes.
> Refuse them: claim you're on a diet.]

Oh, thank you...! They look lovely, Simon... is it a new recipe?

[plumesdelamer.livejournal.com]

I tried messing with the original recipe a bit... they should have a hint of vanilla to them.

[prayingone]

[> Inform him that there are just some recipes that vanilla doesn't work with... and this is one of them.
> Try a cupcake: get a little bit of icing on your nose.
> Ask him where he got the idea from.]

Mm... it really adds to the flavor.

[blessingone]

[> Tsun.
> Dere.
> Just react to cupcakes normally.

Fenimore inhales deeply to gather as much of the cupcake smell as she can.] Mmm. They look good! But I guess you're used to me saying that by now, huh, Mr. Bakery?

[plumesdelamer.livejournal.com]

Eheh. Well, it's still nice to hear... Would you like to try one, Fenimore?

[blessingone]

[> Tsun.
> Devour cupcakes.
> Select and eat a cupcake with some restraint.]

Do you think I'd say no? Of course I would, if they're ready. Thanks.

[Even with restraint, it doesn't take long to get through the cupcake. Her contented expression, eyes closed as she savours the taste, leaves little room to doubt that she enjoyed it.]

[savedover.livejournal.com]

[It is exactly 2:35:43 (44; 45; 46) AM. You encounter Silver sitting at a campfire, staring up at the starry sky.]

... two thousand seven hundred and one... two thousand seven hundred and two... two thousand seven hundred and three...

[WHAT DO?]

[berryglitched.livejournal.com]

...

[savedover.livejournal.com]

... two thousand seven hundred and four... two thousand seven hundred and five...

[Unfortunately, Silver seems absorbed in in his counting. You will either have to say or do something to grab his attention.]

[lostmillennium.livejournal.com]

[>Approach and say nothing
>Walk away and say nothing
>Stay still and say nothing]

[You stay still, as usual. This is nothing surprising. You listen to Silver continue to count, wondering if or when he'll notice you exist.]

[savedover.livejournal.com]

[You'll be waiting for quite a while, Silver. Because he's quite content to just sit there and count the stars for hours.]

[ofnovalue.livejournal.com]

[nevermatches.livejournal.com]

[> Stand, somewhat awkwardly, in his peripherals.]

... ... ...

[ofnovalue.livejournal.com]

[berryglitched.livejournal.com]

[greatbantam.livejournal.com]

[Sneaking music goes here. Ruby is out searching for Sapphire. If she won't let him take her measurements again--really, it doesn't take that long, it's no big deal--then he'll have to find her unconscious. Unfortunately, he's not willing to let his precious Pokémon go without their proper beauty sleep! So he can't make use of following her odour. There's probably plenty of it to follow, even.

There's someone out here not Sapphire. What do?

> Ninja in behind him and steal all his berries. So many Pokéblocks! All of the Pokéblocks.
> Be a creeper and just wander nearby, with gleaming tape measure.
> Approach like a normal human being, you weirdo.]

Are they yours?

[berryglitched.livejournal.com]

Oh, um... yes.

[savedover.livejournal.com]

[> Crush his soul.
> Save his soul... to crush later.


Silver's out and about his usual nighttime wanderings, with his nighttime companion of Anxiousbat! You will probably hear aforementioned bat chittering before you see the two of them, Brendan... and if you look back quickly enough, you just might catch Silver giving Anxiousbat scratches behind those enormous ears.]

Honestly. We just did this fifteen minutes and thrity-five seconds ago.

[berryglitched.livejournal.com]

[lostmillennium.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's Brendan!

>Say something ominous that could lead to potential creepertalk
>Pick berries
>Say nothing]

[You say nothing, once again. But is this even surprising at this point? You aren't sure of the time, other than it's dark out, so it's late. Or very early. But the berries are nice.]

[berryglitched.livejournal.com]

[greatbantam.livejournal.com]

[It's the middle of the night, but far past midnight.

You awaken from sleep to find a strange boy above you.

In his hands, a tape measure, taught between outstretched hands.

Perhaps he is looking for someone else. Perhaps he is looking for you.

Your reaction, quickly.]

[tsuuuun.livejournal.com]

[>Signal for Weavile
>Shove
>Beat into submission]

[You're still tired, and your instinctive reaction to any person hovering above you, other than Blue, is to put space between the two of you. So reflexively, you shove the boy away and back up, regaining your footing, ready for the worst case scenario-

Oh. It's your junior, Ruby. What the hell is he doing here? You stay quiet, still too tired to know what to make of this situation.]

[greatbantam.livejournal.com]

[But you wouldn't mind Blue on top of you, huh? He could probably keep on his feet if he really wanted. He has good reflexes...left over from when he was six or something, apparantly. But old habits of not letting anyone know this are hard to break and he just falls onto his behind from the shove. Still, the sight of red hair shows that it's a case of mistaken identity.]

Ow. What was that for, senior?