♥ Quest For Love ♥

leondra replied to your post:

“Nice outfit,” you tell him. His smile is more like a smirk, and you start to feel a little awkward just standing in the middle of the restroom, so you lean against the edge of the nearest sink and cross your arms. “Don’t you need to wear a uniform, though?”

Glaess waves a hand dismissively. “No one ever bothers me about it anymore. I’m sure few people would mind seeing you out of uniform, either.” He steps away from the sink he’s leaning on, his shoes clacking loudly on the tile floor, and stands close to you. “I know I wouldn’t.”

>Hit on Glaess.
>Excuse yourself to go to class, but let him know you’re interested.
>Excuse yourself to go to class, and let him know you’re not interested.
>Insult Glaess.
>Push Glaess away.
>Something else?

leondra replied to your post:

“Hey,” you say, forcing yourself to be casual. He doesn’t seem dangerous, just strange.

He turns his body to face you and leans an elbow on the sink. “I don’t think I know you. Are you new?” You nod, and he smiles. “I thought so; you have a face I would remember… My name is Glaess.”

“I’m Leon,” you tell him.

“Nice name.”

“Well, it’s a name,” you hedge. You’re not really sure where to go from here; you don’t actually need to use the restroom, but Glaess is bound to say something if you just walk in and leave. You speak without thinking. “Your name is pretty good, too.”

Glaess puts his hand on his hip, and his shirt rides up a little.

>Leave!
>Hide in a stall. Maybe he’ll leave first.
>Use a sink to wash your hands.
>Use a mirror to fix your hair.
>Compliment Glaess.
>Insult Glaess.
>Something else?

Oh hi guys! So I’m thinking of doing an adventure for everyone to participate in alongside Leon’s current one. I figure navigation would be pretty easy since I label posts pretty well. Votes for where to move on the path would be submitted via Doki Doki’s askbox, and I would just tally them up from there to see how the story should progress. Since this blog has quite a few followers, I think updates would only come once a day, if even that frequently, so everyone could have a fair chance at getting their two cents in!

The only questions I really need to ask for this (other than “are you interested”) are what race (troll or human) do you want to be and what gender do you want to be?

leondra replied to your post:

You decide to go to the restroom. You have a hall pass! There’s no rush to get to class, especially not English class. You stroll into the men’s room with your pass in one hand, map and schedule in the other, and slow down when you notice someone at the end of the small restroom, leaning over the sink closest to the wall. His shirt is cut off so it droops down and exposes his shoulders, but his pants look uncomfortably tight.

He looks up before you have the chance to do much else, and raises his eyebrows. “Oh, hello.” He looks you up and down.

>Leave the restroom. This is uncomfortable!
>Stand your ground. He’s probably just weird.
>Hide in a stall. He has to leave eventually.
>Give him the same look back.
>Insult him.
>Don’t do anything. Maybe he won’t see you if you don’t move.
>Something else?

leondra replied to your post:

“Yeah, but my family also had to move for my dad’s job, so it wasn’t all about that. Hey, do you see any of your classes on my list? It would be cool if we had one together.”

Luckily, Eisele doesn’t push the subject. “It looks like we have History together at the end of the day. That should be fun…” She smiles at you, handing you your schedule and your map. Your fingers brush together for a second. “So I guess I’ll see you there, unless something else comes up. You can always visit the office if you need anything…”

“Oh, okay. I’ll drop by if anything comes up.” You grin back at her, reaching behind your back to open the door without having to turn away. You hope no one is standing outside. “Bye, Eisele. Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem…” She waves, and you push out into the empty hallway.

>Go straight to your first class.
>Go to the restroom before going to class.
>Go back to the office for one more thing…
>Skip class, and explore the school.
>Skip class, and go home. School is stupid anyway.

You ask her to copy the paper for you. “I’ll probably forget my schedule if I don’t have a list of classes,” you explain.

Eisele smiles. “Then I guess I’ll write you a late pass as well…” She leans over the table to peer at your schedule, and to copy it down onto a blank space on the map of the school. “So… why did you transfer here?” Eisele asks as she writes. Before you can answer, the bell rings, and you both jump. “I guess you’re late…”

“Oh, I had some trouble at my old school. It’s not really important, though.” You shrug.

“Not important? But you changed schools…” She walks to another table, and returns with a small pad of yellow papers—for your pass, you assume.

>Tell Eisele that you were having trouble with grades.
>Tell Eisele that you were having trouble with money.
>Tell Eisele that you were having trouble with people.
>Avoid the subject. Ask Eisele why she became an office aide.
>Avoid the subject. Ask Eisele if she has any classes with you.
>Avoid the subject. Thank Eisele, then go to class.

leondra replied to your post:

“My name is Leon Hotneedles,” you tell her. “What’s yours, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, my name is Eisele,” she says. “Eisele Gaborr…” She walks to a table on the other side of the room, but looks over her shoulder while she walks, narrowly avoiding one of the chairs sticking out of a desk. “I’m going to find your schedule for you…”

“So, are you some kind of office aide here?” She nods. “Oh, that’s cool. Are you also a student, or do you just do work?”

“I’m a student, too…” She turns forward again to look through a drawer full of files, and pulls out a thin, manila folder. “Hotneedles, Leon…” She also picks up a pamphlet from a rack next to the table, then walks back. “Do you want me to copy the paper for you, or should I just mark it down on your map? Copying it will take a little while, and class starts soon…”

>Just mark it down. You need to get to class on time.
>Copy the paper. It might make you late, but it’s a smarter choice.
>Suggest a third option.

leondra replied to your post:

You decide to talk to the girl with the big hair. She seems tired, her movements slow as she rearranges papers.

“Hi,” you say when you realize she isn’t going to notice you on her own. She startles, turns to you, and smiles.

“Oh, hello…” She speaks in a sleepy drawl. “Do you need… some help?”

You smile back. “Yeah, today is my first day. I need to know where to go and stuff.”

“I can help you with that… What’s your name?”

>Tell her your name, and ask what hers is.
>Tell her your name, and ask if she can help you figure out your schedule.
>Tell her your name is whatever she wants it to be.