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SIREN'S MELODIES

[The Showmaster leads you through the dark stage and you find yourself entering something that looks like a very nice and expensive classroom.

Each desk is spacious with drawers that you will conveniently find any important item that had been on your person or that you feel like you would need here. Each chair is cushy and swivels.

Sitting on top of the teacher's desk is a young girl, older teen / younger adult in age at most, hair that looks like mint cotton candy that probably reaches down to her ankles. She has a knee drawn up to her body, resting her chin on top as she scours the room of who arrived . . .

And then she looks at you all with pity in her face. You'll notice that her purple eyes shifts when she makes the scowl, it goes from a solid purple to a purple mixed in with this symbol in blue also.]

Poor, poor, Sirens, victims of one of the worst tragedies, and yet you also committed one of the worst tragedies. I can't decide whether to feel bad for you or to hate you.

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This is... the phys ed part of the educational performance.

The phys ed part is fighting each other??

Oh, but you said you can't do too much physical stuff, right?

Friday is doing the low-impact rock paper scissors version if you want to challenge him.

Edited 2025-03-15 21:05 (UTC)

So... wait, you're fighting over which squares to take?

Yes. Just like real sports it's also about strategery.

[ she says strategery unironically, like she believes with her whole chest that is the real word. ]