dramatispersonae | Wako's Heart

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Wako's Heart

You are standing in the middle of the main street of a sizable downtown area.

The early morning sun hangs low in the east. The air is salty and fresh – and oh man is your nose sharp! You can smell the people who came in here with you from yards away! Other stuff smells that strong, too! There is a spring breeze in the air. How do you know it’s spring? You just do. It’s the vibe here. Tropical trees and flowers grow in window boxes and small gardens. There are fairly standard shops (a movie theater! A book store! Small clothing boutiques! And so on), with trucks, cars, and bicycles parked at the curbs. There are no people or animals in sight, but there’s birdsong hanging in the air. It seems to be coming in every direction.

Oh. And you’re dressed like stripper clowns.

(( OOC at #zerotime ))

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[ A memory is beaming into your head!

Wako is walking the same hallway you just came down, singing.

The flowers that dot the hillside
Reach out towards the sun
With their thousands of tiny breaths
The world is reborn

She enters the room – it’s either the one you’re in now or an identical room – and sees a girl with short brown hair and a tennis racket kissing a boy through the glass of the large windows. The boy sees Wako, smiles, and moseys off along the walkway.

Wako: Good morning.
Ruri: G-good morning. You’re early today.
Wako: Is that a racket?
Ruri: Yeah. He gave it to me last week for my birthday. He’s going to teach me tennis.
Wako: Sounds like it’s going great.
Ruri: We’re still in the glass-kissing phase.

Two girls walk into the room, wearing the same green-coat uniform as Wako and Ruri. One has light green hair and enormous boobs. The girl trailing her has platinum blonde hair and a more deferential – or tired – expression.

Boobs, pointing out a hickey on Ruri’s neck: Really? You can’t get this kind of mark through the glass though. Good morning.
Wako, to Ruri: Does that mean you’ve done it?
Ruri: No, we haven’t. But…
Wako: But what?
Ruri: He invited me to come to his house net Sunday.
Wako: H-his house?
Ruri: Yeah. He wants to introduce me to his parents.
Boobs, to Blonde: What do you think?
Blonde: Well, he is likely planning to claim his parents had some urgent business and ensnare her alone in his house.
Ruri: I sure hope so!

Wako and Blonde are speechless…

Boobs: I’m jealous.
Ruri: Aren’t you married, Mrs. Watanabe?
Boobs: My husband is not my boyfriend. I think having a boyfriend is part of high school life.
Ruri: Anyway, sorry, Wako. I can’t come over on Sunday.
Wako: What?
Ruri: Did you forget your own birthday?

Then two boys in uniform walk in. The memory ends with a feeling of confusion, and also affection… ]

Oh...

That felt kind of nice. They must be her friends.

[He's rubbing his own neck a bit, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden, and decided that he should leave this room for now.]

[ Back in the hallway! The chains on the auditorium door look... severely rusted now. ]

[Oh. That wasn't like that before, was it? What happens if I decided to tug on it?]

[ It's still heavy. And locked. ]

[well, still can't go this way I guess although now my curiosity is piqued. Lets try room 1B.]

[You’re in a large schoolroom with orderly desks. The opposite wall is composed entirely of windows, with a walkway beyond.

There is a rotary phone ringing on the teacher’s desk. ]

[Should he answer it? Should he leave it? Which would be worse?

Well.

I guess it doesn't hurt to answer it.]

[ Ruri! says the voice on the phone. It’s Wako’s voice. Ruri, I’ve had the longest day! ]

[Oh, it's the voice of that girl!]

Wako?

[ I’m sorry, I must have the wrong number! Wako says apologetically. There’s a click, like she’s hanging up a corded phone, and then:

A memory is beaming into your head!

Wako and the blue-haired boy from earlier are sitting at a small table at a classy café in the afternoon.

Sugata: Lately, it seems like you’re uneasy when we’re alone together.
Wako: That’s not it. I was just surprised. We usually go out for walks and stuff, but actually saying “let’s go on a date” … That’s a first.
Sugata: If we were to get married… do you think Takuto would still come over to hang out? Or if you got married to Takuto, could I come over to hang out?

Wako stares at him, baffled.

Sugata: How was the kiss at the play?
Wako: That was just acting.
Sugata, leaning over across the table and getting into space bubbles: Wako. Won’t you kiss me?

She doesn’t move.

Sugata: Just joking. That was a joke.

There’s a fade. Wako is sitting in a booth at a diner with the red-haired boy while the sun sets outside.

Takuto: So, how did it go? You know, the date.
Wako: It was fun.
Takuto: Must be nice.
Wako: We’re eating together right now. Isn’t it a date?
Takuto: Well, I guess, but…
Wako: Sugata said that since I went on a date with him in the afternoon, I ought to go on one with you in the evening.
Takuto: I don’t get it. What’s that guy thinking?
Wako: What did you do today, Takuto?
Takuto: I met my dad. I gave him a good punch.

Suddenly, the world goes gray, except for Wako and Takuto. Outside, the trees that were rustling in the breeze go absolutely still. There’s a pink glow at Wako’s collarbone, and a blue one over Takuto’s. The memory ends. ]

[. . .]

That girl is kind of cute, isn't she?

[Kind of reminds him of Haruhi a bit. Might as well peek at those windows, too, before checking out the next room.]

[ There's a fading kiss-mark on one window, but they're just big slabs of glass with no way to get out. In the next room, it's pitch black ]

[Is this safe...

He's gonna feel around for a light switch.]

[ Yes! It's easy to find. Switch it on? ]

[Yep!]

[ You’re in a large schoolroom with orderly desks. The opposite wall is composed entirely of windows, with a walkway beyond.

But the students’ desks are covered with scented candles and cherry blossoms, the teacher’s desk has been replaced by an enormous four-poster bed with diaphanous curtains, and there are spinning roses at the edge of your vision.

Also, your clothes have disappeared and you’re stark naked. ]

[why is it suddenly cold--

oh

my

god

.......just...gonna.....look around for something to cover myself with, SOB]

[ The room is empty though. Nothing on the floor, in the desks, anything. ]

[terrible cosplay, come baaaaaaack, I don't hate you anymore

Oh, there's another one of those giant windows.]

[ Well, at least there's no one around. ]

[Thank goodness for that. It's better than being in an open hallway naked at least.

I'm gonna peek at this bed real quick, and move aside any curtains that might be hiding it.]

[ It's pretty normal.

Bear in mind, you've still got roses at the edge of your vision, though. ]

[He's turning to see where those roses are coming from?]

[ Nowhere. It's extreme shoujo vision. ]

Wako's Heart

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