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Dragon Ball: After the End

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Wait, Why Are You Here?
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    • [X] Hang around a bit.
    -[X] You've been meaning to look into Drama Club for literal years, and there's a meeting tonight. The audition groups all have their tryouts at the start of the year, but the lowest groups let people just walk in.

    Wait, Why Are You Here?
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    As the school bell rings, you rise, sending a quick notification to your dad that you'll be staying late today.

    Because you are finally going to check something off of The List.

    You're getting a little used to the stares, as you walk down the halls. It's hardly like it's the first time, after all; far from! It's been over a year since your abilities became public knowledge. There's always a spike after something big happens, though. Always throws you off a little.

    Still, it is, again, hardly the first time, and it doesn't bother you enough to stare back and make them stop. You keep going without pausing.

    Thus it is, less than a minute after the bell, that you find yourself in the right room for Open Drama Club. It's a small theater with a smaller stage and not a lot of seating, but everything here is well-maintained, and it doesn't look like it's missing anything the Club might need. There's actually already somebody here; a boy who looks like he's from the eighth-grade class, setting down his school bag at one of the audience chairs. He laughs, not looking up. "And I thought nobody else would get here this quick," he says, dropping the bag. "Mr. Niebol's not even here yet-" He looks up and freezes upon seeing you. "...oh. Marsden." He frowns. "Why are you here?"

    You blink. That was not the reaction you were expecting. "...I wanted to check out Drama Club?"

    "Well, yeah, I guessed, but why here?" he says, straightening. "I mean, Performance is just down the hall. Did you get lost?"

    You frown. "Performance is an audition group. I didn't audition at the start of the year."

    "What, you think they're going to tell you no?" he scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

    This is really not the conversation you were expecting to have. "I...didn't really think about that?" you say. "What do you mean?"

    He frowns. "You're Karen Marsden. C'mon, they've gotta be dying to get you in the group."

    You tilt your head. "Wait, really? Why?"

    "You...saved everybody and are a literal princess- are you serious?"

    You blush a little. "Um. I'm not a princess. My people don't have a princess."

    He makes an impatient noise. "You're still a noble. And you saved everybody! From..." He flinches violently. "You saved everybody!"

    "I...wasn't the only one there..." you say.

    "Still, you're the one who finished it...right?" he asks, suddenly unsure. "I mean, you gave that speech and everything..."

    "Yeah, I finished it," you say, suddenly and vividly grateful that Dazarel is forbidden to speak with any humans. "Blew it right up."

    "Right," he says. "So...honestly, I'm surprised Anna didn't come and find you today to ask you herself. I know she's been talking about it, but you were out of school."

    You blink again. "Wait, really? Anna, the head of the Performance Drama Club?"

    "Yeah," he says. "Of course the popular kids want you there, now. So...why are you here?"


    You...have an in with the most popular kids in school (remember, Garenhulders exalt theater about as much as the United States exalts sports).

    [ ] Actually, that's a good point. Bye! (Go find the Performance Club and stand somewhere visible. Apparently, they'll come to you.)
    [ ] I...wouldn't feel comfortable with that. (Stay here. What's this boy's name, anyway?)

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    • fictionfan said:
    Well I can't say I really care either way. Not sure how it would affect anything.
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    Well, I'll unpack it as best as I can. We're looking at joining Drama, which is a Big Deal. However, we probably have the option to join the Performance Drama Club, which is the Cool Kids Club, like Varsity Football. If we really want to get into the drama thing, this is the big leagues, and it would look really good to the human society. On the other hand, we'd be skipping the audition process and getting in on fame rather than merit. Also, this is the Cool Kids Club, and I don't know how that might play when we're part of the Misfits.
     
    [X] Actually, that's a good point. Bye! (Go find the Performance Club and stand somewhere visible. Apparently, they'll come to you.)

    We do not need another social link.
     
    [X] Actually, that's a good point. Bye! (Go find the Performance Club and stand somewhere visible. Apparently, they'll come to you.)

    We've got a girl who really wants to meet and hang out with us versus this kid who has shown no indication of the same, so from a non-pragmatic point of view, she takes priority. From a pragmatic point of view, she's popular and would thus make her an objectively better target for socialisation.
     
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    Andres110 said:
    We've got a girl who really wants to meet and hang out with us versus this kid who has shown no indication of the same, so from a non-pragmatic point of view, she takes priority. From a pragmatic point of view, she's popular and would thus make her an objectively better target for socialisation.
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    On the other hand... popular girl.

    I ain't want no part in that hot mess.
     
    [X] Actually, that's a good point. Bye! (Go find the Performance Club and stand somewhere visible. Apparently, they'll come to you.)
     
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