Scene 1-02-1: Nothing Better To Do
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;[l] is wait for keypress, arrow down, [p] is wait for keypress, arrow right, [r] is newline, [cm] is new screen, anything with ; is a comment ;Scene 1-02-1: Nothing better to do That was refreshing.[p] Although I still feel it, my headache doesn't nearly hurt as much anymore.[p][r] [r] Yeah, I should be able to at least think properly now.[l][cm] ;--- As I think that, I step out of the shower, heading back to my room.[p][r] [r] Ah, the miracles a morning shower can do to you.[l][cm] ;--- ;Dorm music starts playing. Speaking of which, is it even still morning?[p] I wouldn't be surprised much if I woke up at any random time of the day, having drunk that much...[p][r] (I still can't believe it...what am I, an alcoholic?)[p][r] [r] There's got to be a clock or something somewhere in this messy room.[l][cm] ;... at 'it...what' goes slower ;--- I look around once more, this time not completely wasted.[l][cm] ;--- Let's see, let's see...[p][r] [r] There's a whole bunch of stuff in my room.[p][r] I see a rather large, grayish desk near the wall.[p] It's the kind of desk with two drawers on both sides, so a chair would only just fit between the drawers.[p] And naturally, said chair is also present. A sturdy, but rather worn-looking blue computer chair without armrests.[p] On top of the desk, there's a computer monitor and a small black TV. How multifunctional.[p] However, there doesn't seem to be a clock on the desk.[l][cm] ;--- On the ground before the desk -- oh, and everywhere else -- are empty beer bottles, magazines, clothes, papers, and who knows what else.[p] I guess even 'messy room' might be an understatement.[p][r] [r] I pick up the magazine at my feet.[l][cm] ;--- "ENERGY INFINITE[p][r] The magazine for true gamers!"[p][r] [r] Hm.[p] Am I a true gamer?[p] There's a girl in a white dress and dandelion-colored hair on the cover, but I don't recognize what game she's from.[p] I must not be a true gamer, then.[p][r] [r] Yeah. Sarcasm isn't going to help my find out what time it is.[p] I drop the magazine and continue looking around.[l][cm] ;HI DANDYGIRL DEVS ;--- Come to think of it, I don't know what time it is, but what DAY is it?[p] Hrm...........[p][r] [r] Nothing.[p] I try to remember what day it is right now, but I can't come up with anything.[p] Monday?[p] Tuesday?[p] Wednesday? Thursday? Friday? Saturday? Sunday??[p][r] [r] None of them ring any bells, but thinking about it does make my headache worse.[p] I guess I underestimated the headache's ability to disrupt my thinking.[p] Damn you, headache! You may have won this battle, but there's probably a calendar in my room which allows me to determine the day of week![p][r] [r] No, I'm not quite sure why I'm trash-talking against my headache either.[p] It must be because the headache disrupts my thinking.[p] Yup.[l][cm] ;--- ...Ah.[p] There, on the wall. A wall clock and a calendar.[p][r] [r] The clock says four past eleven. The calendar says March 13th, Saturday.[p] It is indeed still morning, and despite my headache's plans to foil it, I have been able to determine what day it is.[p] However...[p][r] [r] Making my way towards the calendar, I try not to trip over the mess in the room.[p] Succeeding in this difficult task, I flip through the calendar pages, but...[p][r] [r] "...it doesn't list the year."[p][r] I sigh.[l][cm] ;--- Yes, I can't even remember the year anymore.[p] There are some things you just don't forget, but for some reason, I don't even know the year...[p][r] [r] I sigh again.[p][r] [r] Oh well. At least I know the time and date.[l][r] ;--- So, today is a Saturday.[p] What do I do on Saturdays? Do I work? Do I have a day off like most people?[p][r] [r] I don't recall having to do anything on a Saturday, so normally you could conclude that I have the day off, but that would be a bit of a convenient conclusion in this situation.[p] Still, if I can't remember what I need to do, I can't do whatever I needed to do.[p][r] [r] My headache quickly reminds me I shouldn't think too hard about it.[l][r] ;Throbbing effect before 'my headache' ;--- Well then, if I have nothing better to do...[p][r] [r] I pick up the magazine I just dropped, lie down on my bed, and start reading it.[l][cm] ;--- ;Page flip sound In this issue of ENERGY INFINITE:[p][r] [r] Coverview: The Dandelion Girl[p][r] Shooter special! Fake Tournament 4, Ancient Warfare 2, Hello 4 and Right 4 Life 2[p][r] Special: Okinomiya Game Show[p][r] Previews:[p][r] ...[p][r] Reviews:[p][r] ...[p][l] ;HI DANDYGIRL DEVS ;--- ;page flip sound ...[p][r] [r] A novel in the form of a game, huh? Interesting...[p][r] [r] ;page flip sound ...[p][r] [r] They were already writing science fiction stories back then? Didn't know that...[l][cm] ;HI DANDYGIRL DEVS ;--- ;page flip sound ...[p][r] [r] ...never knew they'd make a fourth game...wasn't it a trilogy?...[p][r] ;page flip sound [r] ...[p][r] [r] ...haha, that new device is so complicated, it's never going to work...seriously...[l][cm] ;--- ...[p][r] [r] ...[p][r] [r] ...[l][cm] ;--- I completely lose myself in the magazines, and by the time I look the clock, I realize I'm hungry.[p] Time for dinner, then...[l][cm]
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That was refreshing. Although I still feel it, my headache doesn't nearly hurt as much anymore.
Yeah, I should be able to at least think properly now.
As I think that, I step out of the shower, heading back to my room.
Ah, the miracles a morning shower can do to you.
Speaking of which, is it even still morning? I wouldn't be surprised much if I woke up at any random time of the day, having drunk that much...
(I still can't believe it...what am I, an alcoholic?)
There's got to be a clock or something somewhere in this messy room.
I look around once more, this time not completely wasted.
Let's see, let's see...
There's a whole bunch of stuff in my room.
I see a rather large, grayish desk near the wall. It's the kind of desk with two drawers on both sides, so a chair would only just fit between the drawers. And naturally, said chair is also present. A sturdy, but rather worn-looking blue computer chair without armrests. On top of the desk, there's a computer monitor and a small black TV. How multifunctional. However, there doesn't seem to be a clock on the desk.
On the ground before the desk -- oh, and everywhere else -- are empty beer bottles, magazines, clothes, papers, and who knows what else. I guess even 'messy room' might be an understatement.
I pick up the magazine at my feet.
"ENERGY INFINITE
The magazine for true gamers!"
Hm. Am I a true gamer? There's a girl in a white dress and dandelion-colored hair on the cover, but I don't recognize what game she's from. I must not be a true gamer, then.
Yeah. Sarcasm isn't going to help my find out what time it is. I drop the magazine and continue looking around.
Come to think of it, I don't know what time it is, but what DAY is it? Hrm...........
Nothing. I try to remember what day it is right now, but I can't come up with anything. Monday? Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday? Friday? Saturday? Sunday??
None of them ring any bells, but thinking about it does make my headache worse. I guess I underestimated the headache's ability to disrupt my thinking. Damn you, headache! You may have won this battle, but there's probably a calendar in my room which allows me to determine the day of week!
No, I'm not quite sure why I'm trash-talking against my headache either. It must be because the headache disrupts my thinking. Yup.
...Ah. There, on the wall. A wall clock and a calendar.
The clock says four past eleven. The calendar says March 13th, Saturday. It is indeed still morning, and despite my headache's plans to foil it, I have been able to determine what day it is. However...
Making my way towards the calendar, I try not to trip over the mess in the room. Succeeding in this difficult task, I flip through the calendar pages, but...
"...it doesn't list the year."
I sigh.
Yes, I can't even remember the year anymore. There are some things you just don't forget, but for some reason, I don't even know the year...
I sigh again.
Oh well. At least I know the time and date.
So, today is a Saturday. What do I do on Saturdays? Do I work? Do I have a day off like most people?
I don't recall having to do anything on a Saturday, so normally you could conclude that I have the day off, but that would be a bit of a convenient conclusion in this situation. Still, if I can't remember what I need to do, I can't do whatever I needed to do.
My headache quickly reminds me I shouldn't think too hard about it.
Well then, if I have nothing better to do...
I pick up the magazine I just dropped, lie down on my bed, and start reading it.
In this issue of ENERGY INFINITE:
Coverview: The Dandelion Girl
Shooter special! Fake Tournament 4, Ancient Warfare 2, Hello 4 and Right 4 Life 2
Special: Okinomiya Game Show
Previews:
...
Reviews:
...
...
A novel in the form of a game, huh? Interesting...
...
They were already writing science fiction stories back then? Didn't know that...
...
...never knew they'd make a fourth game...wasn't it a trilogy?...
...
...haha, that new device is so complicated, it's never going to work...seriously...
...
...
...
I completely lose myself in the magazines, and by the time I look the clock, I realize I'm hungry. Time for dinner, then...
SHIKI Anon's version
A tiny squeak-
The spray of cold water weakens, and then, disappears. I slowly exit the shower, still completely drenched, and naked, to grab my towel.
Even though I had already taken a good shower, the headache still won’t go away. However, I do feel quite refreshed after taking a long shower. I can manage with this much now, at least.
I dry my hair with the towel, rubbing it briskly. I stepped out of the bathroom, into the kitchen. A! I had just realized...
How unusual... How come the bathroom is connected to the kitchen? Hmm... This is truly a strange design. It bothers me for a few more seconds as I stood naked in the middle of the kitchen, rubbing my chin. Ah, whatever.
I came to the conclusion that the designer must not have been paying attention or he was plain retarded.
I slipped on some clothes I took from the closet. I wonder if these are mine... though...
That’s right... I didn’t even know if this room is really mine or not... It...
It probably should be okay... If was here to have a good drink then whoever owns this place must be kind of close friend or such, if it were not myself.
Probably... It should be okay to just borrow them for today. Given my situation, I'm sure the person would understand... I hope. I looked at myself in the mirror.
Somehow... It gave me an unfamiliar feeling.
Anyway... what time is it? I look around the unfamiliar room. Around me are mundane everyday objects than can be found in most homes - a TV, a computer, a bed, closets, trash, magazines... The list goes on. There also happens to be a clock and calendar on the wall. 11... 04 AM. 11:04 AM, huh? So the clock reads. It is apparently March Fourteenth, too. It’s also a Saturday... Hm?
I paced around the room.
I wonder... Do I have anything important to do today?
Saturday...
I sat on the bed.
Saturday... hmm... I wonder... if I, perhaps, have a job... it can at least be possible that I have a day off today. My head shook. My head still kind of hurts... On the other head, if I did have something important to do today, it's not like I can go at my current state...
Furiously scratching my head, I give out a frustrated sigh. AH! Whatever... If I can’t remember anything I need to do, I probably have nothing to do!
...right?
Beside the bed, I see a few magazines lying on the floor. I decide to pass the time by reading some for a while.
Flip.
I randomly open a magazine on the floor without even glancing at the cover.
“Mind-blowing tactical espionage action that will make you &!#@ your pants!” it says. “Metal Gear Sakura 3: Fish Eater”
It seems to be gaming magazine.
I look at the other magazines on the floor. All of these are gaming magazines?
I inspect them one by one, and reveal that they, in fact, all were.
Given that, I proceed to read a bit.
