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Hello, Hello!

This is a roleplay blog for the game 'Date Everything'.

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Rules:

- NSFW asks are tentatively allowed, which means Minors Do Not Interact! I'm still working out my boundaries for this, so for now, aside from full blown erotic roleplay, NSFW stuff is allowed. This may change in the future.

- I haven't played through all of the game yet so please refrain from spoiling it. Specifically, I haven't realized anybody yet and will not be roleplaying those endings for now.

- Please be nice to me! I have not done an RP blog before, and I'm still learning how to navigate everything.

- Have fun! I want this to be a fun thing for everything involved.

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Scope:

There are a handful of characters I won't be roleplaying as for now, namely cause I don't know much about them yet. Once I get through their stories, I'll update the list. Excluded characters are: Arma, Farya, Florence, Hero-Hime, Lyric, Mikey Transaction, Rebel, Reggie, Textbox-Chan, and Tina.

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Anons: Blue Jellyfish, Glass Jar, Yellow Star

Asks are: Closed for now!

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Dorian, Amir, I have a bit of a personal question.

I’ve heard that it’s common that people practice kissing/making out in the mirror (Amir) and apparently on doors? idfk (Dorian).

How do y’all feel about that?

Bedroom Dorian, I am so sorry btw… the horrors you must have endured…

- Jar

Dorian raises an eyebrow at your question, standing perfectly on guard as the door between the bedroom and upstairs bedroom. He gives you a little shrug as his initial response. "Amir will have more knowledge in that area. None of the previous owners of this house took part in practicing making out with their doors, and you haven't done so either." A pause. "I suggest you keep it that way."

Dorian steps aside, letting you see the man gazing into the mirror. Catching a view of you through, he turns around with a wide smile, his arms open. "Ah, yes! An age-old practice. With mirrors, the act can be rather intimate, a form of self-love in some cases. Personally, I'm grateful for those that choose to reflect on their skills and improve them. Although..." Heat rises to his face. "It can feel quite strange."

[OOC: Are you the same as glass jar anon or are you a new anon?]

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It’s ok, my love. We can wait until you’re ready, I’d never want to push you or make you uncomfortable. *kisses their forehead*

⭐️

You can feel Mac's body heat up as you kiss their forehead, a warm, pleasant feeling one might expect when wrapped up in a blanket. Their shoulders relax at your response. Their hands drift back to your waist, gripping your shirt as if you might somehow disappear. "Thank you so, so much. I really do appreciate it," Mac breathed out to you, pulling you closer. With their head finding a resting place on your shoulder, their nose nuzzles into you. "You feel so nice, you know that? I could spend forever interfacing with you like. Getting to enjoy your company..." They trail off, seemingly content in just spending this time with you.

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*sits on Mac’s lap* I was hoping we could make out… but only if you’re willing of course

(can I be ⭐️ anon?)

Mac shifts a little as you sit down in their lap, biting their lip as they feel the warmth of your body. Their arms go to rest around your waist, taking you in as you explain yourself a bit further.

For a moment, they're quiet, the air around them shifting. Then they look back at you, appearing a little more bashful. "I mean, before, I would do anything to make out with you, and don't get me wrong, I still would but... this is different,"

Mac's hands drift up, lightly grazing your arms. Their eyes jump from place to place on your body as they explain themself, "Getting to interface with you like this, being able to touch you like this, in real-life, it's... so much more than anything I could have imagined." A shaky sigh exits their lips.

"If I'm being honest with myself, it's a bit overwhelming. I don't know if I'm capable of explaining to you just how jarring the shift from technology to flesh is. Everything feels so new, all of these sensations... I don't think I'm ready to go further right now. Like I said, I would love to cuddle and kiss and all, but that's it. I hope you can understand." Their smile is soft but holds a bit of vulnerability.

Mac is no stranger to the internet; they've seen all sorts of stories of couples breaking up simply because one wasn't willing to wait until their partner was ready. They knew you weren't like that, but that anxiety was present nonetheless.

[OOC: Yes! You shall be Yellow Star Anon]

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I love you Mac <3 do you want to cuddle and maybe do some other things…?

"I love you too!" Mac replies without hesitation, forming a heart with their hands. Hearing your question, they smile softly, feeling their CPU already heating up again. You're going to make their fans work overtime at this rate.

Cupping their own face, they glance aside, quickly mulling over the question. They then look back at you, giving a small nod. "I would love to cuddle, and since I'm done with all of my work for the day and you are too, there's no need to worry regarding having to go anywhere. We can enjoy our time with each other." "As for other things..." They trail off, eyes darting away briefly. Taking off their reading glasses and tucking them away with care, their gaze returns. "That's up to you. I am okay with whatever activities you might want to engage with."

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Bodhi! Babe! How’s it going? Did you find any new modern things you wanna talk about?

Bodhi grins at you, his teeth almost seeming to shine. He's sprawled out on the couch, his head hanging over the arm in a way that results in him looking at you through an upside-down view. Somehow, his cassette curls stay in place, keeping his eyes concealed.

"Hey! It's been pretty wicked lately," He gives a small wave, though it is a little difficult in his position. At your question, he picks at his curls, separating them only to watch them reform. "I'm not so sure about any modern things but just something I've noticed. Everything's, like, cyclical, you know? Language, fashion, trends-- they leave, but then they come back, sometimes the same but usually a bit different. Like, did you know,"

Bodhi sits up suddenly, holding his head as the blood rushes back to it. "Woah..." He shakes his head before continuing what he was saying, "My shorts, these ones," he pats his leg, pointing out his light blue dolphin shorts, "They had been pretty popular, but once that had waned, they basically disappeared. Now, they're back though, but considered totally retro. It's weird, like some of them are now made with this really bogus fabric. They're a fashion statement now, but they were originally made just to be comfortable, you know?"

Bodhi shrugs, seemingly getting lost in thought. "Is life just a circle?" He mutters, drawing a circle in the air with his finger.

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Hey Penelope

So ... huh ... sorry for nibbling and stroking my pens a lot ... it helps focus ! 😳

"Oh! Uh..." Penelope looks up. She had been writing something down in her notepad but quickly flipped it back to the top upon seeing you come into the office. At your apology, her face immediately flushes, mirroring the expression on your face.

She quickly waves her hands around, almost throwing the pen still held between her fingers in the process. "Th-there's really no need to apologize! Don't get me wrong, it's always nice when someone apologizes for something they did that was wrong but uh... you... you didn't really do anything wrong..!" Her usual frazzled energy seems cranked up to eleven. Tucking the pen behind her ear, she glances away, her blush as prominent as ever. "I mean, it was kind of weird, feeling your fingers stroking my pens, not to mention the feeling of your teeth..." She trails off a moment before snapping back, "B-but it's not a bad kind of weird, not at all, and I mean, if it helps you focus, then feel free to continue. Like I said, it's not bad, just feels a little weird, a little different than anything else I've really felt before, you know...?" She gives you a quick smile, as if that could fix the awkward tension that's brewing.

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I never said you had to put it back on- I never said that!!! I was just wondering if there was any angle/door/way that…. ykw? Nvmd. Iykyk

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Dorian listens to you scramble to explain yourself, at least that's what he thinks you're trying to do. Once you end your speech, his dark eyes lock onto you, his expression neutral. Despite your lack of composure, he's as collected as ever.

"If you were intending to ask if there's any way you can see me without pants, then the answer is no. I'm already pushing it as it is by not wearing a shirt. My role is serve as a guardian, to keep the bad out, a bouncer if you will. It's not exactly professional for a bouncer to be without a shirt, even more so without pants." He shrugs a bit. He takes his job seriously. The type of clothing one wears always gives off a certain impression. It's why his front door form is even classier than his other forms. As the door everyone sees, he needs to look his best. On the other side of the spectrum--

"The trapdoor isn't approached very often. It was even hidden before you rolled up that little rug over it. Therefore, it is an exception to my usual rule of decorum, understand?"

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KRISTOF! I HAVE COME TO ENGAGE IN THE GLORY OF BATTLE! *tackles him with a hug* No one can withstand my hug attack! >:3c

When you came into the workout room, claiming to engage in the glory of battle, he had been expecting a fight. A true clash of might, maybe even to the death. He did not expect your first offensive measure in this 'battle' to be that of a hug. A tackle? He could counter that. In fact, he almost did, but your arms wrapped around him just a little too quickly.

Now being the massive Viking warrior he is, you really only go up to his chest. No matter your size, he will always be taller than you. As he peers down at you, he's silent for a few minutes. Finally, he raises his eyebrows, his accent thick as he speaks to you,

"This is your hug attack?" Kristof pries you off of him easily, holding you underneath your armpits, dangling in the air. "It was a surprise I will admit, but no. You are capable of so much more than just hugging your opponent!"

He sets you on the floor, making sure you're standing steadily before letting go. His fist meets the palm of his other hand with a grin, his eyes shining. "With your moves revealed, you must figure out how else to defeat your opponent! Surprise alone will not win you the glory of battle!"

His hand moves to stroke his beard, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Perhaps incorporating your tiny stature will be useful," he says, forgetting the fact that you are not 'tiny'. Instead, it's that Kristof is, in fact, freakishly large.

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(Dude you do such a good job writing him tbh, like you’ve totally captured his voice. You’re in for a treat with Jean Loo’s route though, it’s a lot of fun! It’s also really hard so make sure you save frequently so you don’t get his hate ending)-🪼

[OOC: Thank you so much T-T A big thing for me when writing is being able to hear dialogue in a character's voice, so I try really hard to do that. I've even been listening to their theme song when writing for the different characters. Thank you for the tips for Jean Loo's route as well! Though I haven't interacted with him much, I find him pretty endearing <3]

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Mac! *kisses them* I missed you so much <3

Mac's face lights up in a red hue, their eyes dilating a bit. In the background, you can hear fans kicking in. They kiss you back happily, pouting as you pull away all too soon. Still, your voice snaps them out of their pouting, a smile replacing it. Their hand cups their cheek, their eyes taking in the loving presence that is you.

"I missed you too!" They beam. "Be careful though. Even with my latest update, my CPU still gets quite warm. Although," Their eyes turn lidded, a teasing smirk taking over what had been an innocent smile, "I suppose you're the sole cause of that. I can't seem to help how I heat up around you." A red blush further spreads on their face. They reach over, both of their hands cupping your face.

You've never known Mac to feel cool. However, the temperature their body is currently running could rival a furnace. Their forehead rests against yours, a light chuckle coming from them. Their eyes meet yours. "See? This is what you do to me."

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Hello Mistress Sophia.

I miss you 🥺

Your devoted little wertch.

Sophia's black-painted lips curl into a smile at the little message. While she would always prefer you being in front of her, it is pleasant to know that she's on your mind when you're apart. The emoji is an added perk - a reminder of how adorably pathetic you can be, wanting to please her in any you can.

How can she not send a message back? "To my darling little wretch,

It has been far too long since I last saw you. You should come visit me soon. There's only so many ideas I can think of before I simply have to retrieve you myself. Though, I suppose you might like that. Can you imagine, hanging out in public with your little friends when I come over and drag you away like a pet who wandered off? Would you be embarrassed? Would you be elated? Do you want your friends to know exactly who you belong to?"

As much as she would love to dive further into the fantasy, she knows when to reel it in. Underneath the paragraph, she sends a little addon.

"If that is something you're truly interested in, we can discuss it in person. Until then, take care of yourself. I can't have my little wretch in poor condition when they return."

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(Trap) Dorian… you can’t just break us like this!!! Why would you show up without a shirt on?!?

You little bastard…

What if we came through the other side of the trapdoor tho…. Just wondering for… scientific reasons-

OOC: My fucking husband was like “what are you doing?” To which I said “Gay squealing over a damn door!!! Leave me alone!!”

Do you allow anons? If so can I be 🫙?

Dorian looks at you, his eyebrows raised at your little confession and question. A small smirk forms on his face, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Is me being shirtless really affecting you that much?" With how risqué some of the other objects could get, you freaking out over him not wearing a shirt is a bit surprising. Still, he has an explanation to give.

"You already know I have a few different forms around the house. This is one of them. Perhaps I just like to let go every now and then, perhaps I would wear a shirt if I knew you would be talking to me here so often. In any case, I don't exactly see you complaining." Whatever the true reason for his trapdoor form being like this, it's clear he's not going to give it to you.

"As for your little inquiry, I don't see why anything would change if you came through the other side of the trapdoor though. It would be like if you were talking to me on either side of the doors scattered around the house. I would still be me. It's that simple." He shrugs, thinking that explanation would be enough for you.

[OOC: Yes, you can be glass jar anon! I'm tagging the posts with anons by their name, or what I think the emoji is, at the very least.]

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Timothy, as a clock, do you get jealous if Phoenicia's the one being used as an alarm clock in the morning instead of you, or appreciative because it's still a way to keep time and remain on schhhhedule?

Timothy looks up as your question, setting aside a gold pocket watch. Luckily, he had finished it just in time. You approaching him wasn't on his schedule today. Since it was you though, he figured he wouldn't make that big of a fuss about it, especially since your question pertained to himself.

"Well, I suppose it is a bit of a complicated matter." He picks up another watch, beginning to polish it as he explains his thoughts, "After all, I do consider my own clocks to be the most precise, even if it is digital. Besides, with the alarm clock being on the dresser, it forces you to get up to turn it off, thereby making it harder for you to fall back asleep and run off schedule." Timothy gives you a pointed look. It's clear he's thinking off all of the times you've turned off the alarm on your phone and gone back to sleep. With a sigh, he adds, "I will admit, Phoenicia does do her best to be accurate and keep you on schedule. It's more so that you can be particularly stubborn in the morning." His ears twitch, a small frown forming on his face. "Perhaps you could work on that, yes?"

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Jean Loo! I’ve come to win your heart! *picks up ballcock*

So sick rhymes and beats are what make you swoon?/ Then brace yourself hun, you’ll fall for me soon/ Jean Loo, big man, the king of crap/ ‘bout to get dethroned now my potential’s unwrapped/ My words are sharp like a guillotine/ now your head will roll, my cute little latrine/ you talk a lotta game, it’s just talk, that’s all/ you got a wall ‘round your heart, but I’m the wrecking ball!-🪼

Jean Loo had been busy when you returned, busy writing up new ideas on a sheet of paper. Seeing you, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. If you returned, that must meant you wanted something. However, he wasn't entirely expecting you to return to try and win his heart so soon.

As you lay yourself out in front of him, so to speak, his eyes never leave your being. His head tilts this way and that, but it's clear he's invested in your attempt. Once you finish, he's silent for a moment, his eyes shutting. The air in the bathroom shifts a bit. It feels more humid than before. Finally-

"I see, I see, you truly are vying for me." A challenging grin forms on Jean Loo's lips. "You are bold to call Lil Crapper all talk though. Sit back; A real show is about to blow."

[OOC: I'll be honest, I haven't gotten past the first interaction with Jean Loo. I like him, but I keep getting distracted. However, I did read the wiki on him, and watched his first interaction over and over to try and nail his speech patterns. I hope I've done him justice! Also, you are officially Blue Jellyfish Anon (at least, that's what I think the emoji is)]

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*Gives Jerry a heart shaped button.* I thought this might be a good addition to your collection…

Jerry's eyes seem to light up as he takes the heart-shaped button, his fingers tracing the details. "This will most certainly be a good addition to my collection!" He holds it up to the light, as if trying to figure out its secrets. Rotating it and flipping it around, he takes in each and every detail. "Now, I just gotta figure out where its perfect spot should be. Gotta make sure they're with a compatible group, after all." Jerry starts to wander back into his drawer, looking around all of the collection. It seems you've left his mind as he mutters to himself, "Maybe I can add it to that new art piece I'm working on? Being heart-shaped, it might best be put on as a centerpiece. Then again, I'm not sure the color is quite right..."

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Jean Loo! Other than crapping (note: cool rapping) skills, what else do you look for in a partner?

Jean-Loo takes a step back, his hand cupping his chin as he thinks about the answer. Within a few seconds, inspiration for the answer strikes him.

"Simple! A true partner of Lil' Crapper must possess all of the skills that go into crapping." Before any questions can be asked, he explains further, "Crapping is not something one can just do. It is built upon a foundation of skills."

"Creativity is one! Nobody wants to listen to the same old, same old. You must stand out from the rest. Tenacity is another! You think Lil' Crapper gave up after a single hater tried to ruin him?"

Once more, before anything can be said, he answers for himself, "No! Haters will always exist, but you must blow them away. They do not matter as anything more than something to flush down the drain. Lastly..."

Jean Loo points at you with a grin. Seemingly, this is what he has been building up towards, "Passion! Those without passion are easy to spot, they muddle along in their lives, trying to mimic beats only to come off as an echo. True passion is what goes into crapping, and any potential partner must have that fervor."

He taps his 'mic' against his hand, his teeth shining with his grin. "Now, tell me, does that answer your question?"