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[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[In search for a distraction, Natsuki has been wandering the castle. Outside seems too cold, the Seasons Room isn't open, the library...hah. As if. She was at the gym earlier, any attempts at cooking are hazardous to everybody in the general vicinity of the kitchen, and....well. She's found herself in the Games Room.

After idly playing a bit of Bac-Man for the hell of it, her attention is drawn by the ostentatious display centered around a 4-arrow pad as the rather annoying announcer keeps asking if she's got what it takes to play some DDR.]

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[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

I wasn't doing anything.

[crosses his arms, even though that motion still hurts a little. Ow.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[grouchily mirrors your action.

...

And dammit, this isn't helping the boredom any.

Nods at the DDR machine.] Have you played this before?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[glances in the direction of her nod]

The one you were 'walking past?'

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Yes. [half a smile 'cause she knows she's not fooling anybody]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

No. [said in that 'don't be stupid' tone of voice]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Care to try?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Are you serious?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

It is kinda hard to play, I guess. [smirk]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[his eyebrows raise a little]

...Are you trying to goad me into playing?

[--not that it wouldn't work]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

What else are we going to do here?

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he frowns, obviously not liking this idea... but hell if he wasn't bored out of his mind. And, with his shoulder still injured, there isn't a lot he can think of that won't hurt it]

...What is it, anyway?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Basic rhythm game. Hit the right arrows as the ones on the screen move into place. [shrug] It was really popular a while back.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

A rhythm game?

[not moving where where he's stubbornly standing, but he's at least looking over at the game now]

That doesn't sound difficult.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

It's easy enough on the normal levels.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[...what.]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[headtilt. Not quite sure what's wrong.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[let's start with the part that confuses him the most]

'Normal levels?' [these words have no meaning to him when put together like this]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

You can adjust the difficulty of the game. You know, start off easy and then crank it up as you get better.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[totally pretending he gets this]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[...sigh.

Steps onto the stage and starts adjusting the difficulty.] See? You can try it on Beginner, Light, Standard, or Heavy.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[takes a very tentative step closer, to see]

...So what's 'normal?'

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Light. I guess they thought it sounded cooler.

[randomly chooses a song. It's probably easier to demonstrate than try to explain.]

So you get the arrow when it reaches the outline at the top, and you're scored for how accurate you are. [stepping almost casually on the squares.]

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

This is stupid.

[but... he's watching. Watching the arrows, watching her feet, slowly getting the idea]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's a game.

[the song ends, and she gets off. Somebody has obviously played this before. A lot.]

Your turn.

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[he was not expecting to be put on the spot yet, and he balks!]

What? Me?