R1 DEADLAND PT2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

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[lovedanime]

[Mitarai steps out closing the door behind him. He seriously looks like an inflated air mattress compared to the deflated air mattress that Mishima has seen around the campus at all previous times particularly when he's not mooning up at Yoosung.]

You understand sight unseen that I could outdraw any of this with my eyes closed. That kind of faith in my talent is all I could ever ask for.

[He clasps his hands together and smiles.]

Let's do this! Lead the way!

[supportrole]

[ Well, okay, wow, that invitation was sure accepted a lot faster than almost any he'd ever texted to Kurusu.

Mishima blinks, but returns the smile. This is probably the happiest he's seen him, at least in a genuine way, so he's kind of happy to get to contribute to that. ]

Okay, cool! I've got a TV and everything in my room if you want to just go back there.

[ So they can watch these dragon boobs without getting judged by passersby.

Anyway, he doesn't expect opposition to that, so he's already headed in that direction across the common area, but he can always change course if there's a problem. ]

[lovedanime]

Oh, sure.

[It's not quite what Mitarai expected when there's so many public rooms equipped with monitors, not to mention a guy in the picture whom both of them would associate with the possibility of two people occupying a bedroom alone together. But Mishima clearing isn't making this weird, so Mitarai won't either. He maintains chipper conversation and follows the diagonal path. Fetching snacks doesn't occur to him.]

Have you already seen any of these yourself, Mishima-kun?

[supportrole]

[ Shakes his head. ]

Mm, some of them look similar to ones I've seen, but the names and everything are different... It's actually kind of weird. Like, if she was making these from my memories, wouldn't they actually match what I remember? [ He shrugs. ] But I don't know, maybe these are like, some kind of amalgamation of everyone's anime memories...

[ Not that he knows how many other people here besides the two of them actually have many strong "anime memories".

Anyway! Here they are. He opens the door and holds it open behind him. His room is predictably unremarkable, aside from having a decent gaming setup, and a futon next to the bed for when someone sleeps over. ]

Sit wherever you want! And just let me know which one you want to start with. I'm okay with whatever.

[ Dropping DVD cases on the bed for your review... He'll go ahead and start turning stuff on. ]

[lovedanime]

[Why is there a futon in this room?

Mitarai can't draw his eyes away from that square of color. He knows it shouldn't be weird that a Japanese guy has a futon in his room. It's next to the bed, though, not a replacement for the bed. And Mishima didn't make a big deal out of taking off their shoes. Mitarai slips off his loafers, still gazing vacantly at the futon. A second person sleeps on it, and frequently at that, right? Someone among them - Mishima would put away something Kurusu left out for Tsukasa, wouldn't he? A person comfortable with this alternative to a bed or even a sleeping bag, trusted by Mishima, so...

He palpably "snaps out of it" when Mishima tells him where he can sit.]

Okay, then!

[Mitarai sits on the foot of the bed and picks up the "dark psychological" one.] This one is definitely... really eerie... [He puts it down to flip the box and read the text on the back.] I really can't tell if it's plagiarism or a Mandela effect...

You know, I think this would be a good comfort viewing. [He's picked up some moe trash. It's that kind of day.]

[supportrole]

[ ...? Well, Mishima can tell that Mitarai just snapped out of something, but he hadn't noticed what he was looking at before, so... he quickly glances around to make sure he didn't leave any dirty laundry sitting out or anything, but on finding nothing -- because he is still pretty much in the dark about the extent of Mitarai's feelings for Yoosung, which may be for the best -- he simply shrugs it off. ]

Sounds good to me.

[ He reaches over to take the case and slides the disc into the player, then comes back to take his own seat -- also on the bed, just because it's more comfortable than anything else if he's going to be sitting there for any length of time, but a respectable distance away.

>PLAY ]

[lovedanime]

[Mitarai seems nice and focused on the anime, not giving Mishima an uncomfortably long glance when he sits down.]

Oh, it seems the crowd shot bubble still hasn't popped yet.

[Practically scoffing - in an extremely amicable way. He's more approving of the earnest protagonist running out with bread in her mouth. Pink hair, yellow blouse, light blue tie and skirt, so he says:] Excellent color balance!! She really is moe, that's for sure.