maskormenace | video; TIME FOR SOME IC MASH

[ The video clicks on to Mint smiling. But like, actually smiling, not in her sort of "I am a polite lady and this is my polite lady smile" that she normally has. ]

I learned something new at school today. It's called MASH--apparently everybody in De Chima Middle Schools plays it when they're bored, it's not a thing that I ever encountered back home. The basic gist of it is that it's a pen and paper game where you put in options and the game tells you what your future's going to be!

So, who wants to play? I'll write up the list and find the answers if you just provide me with these things: four people you'd like to marry, four types of cars, four jobs, four different numbers of children you might have, four places you would live, and four different salaries you'd like to have.

[ a pause, before Mint butts in with ] Oh! And make sure some of these options are a bit silly. It's no fun if everything's serious. For instance, I ended up married to the beautiful and wonderful Zakuro-oneesama...but we have fifteen children.

[ Something that Mint looks a little put out about. She adores Zakuro, but fifteen kids? Goddamn, game. ]

Anyway, join in! It'll be fun. [ said with a pointed look at the screen, fuck you Wendy Courderoy, Mint knows what fun is. ]

( ooc: I've got scrap paper and pens, give me the options and I'll do a game of MASH with your choices, let's do this y'all )

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Oh.

...Um...

[Great, now he has to think up names. He can't just say, like, real names, what if those people are listening? He could get in trouble or something.

So instead, he just looks around the room.]

You can add...Kuro, zura.

[Komasan bends down off screen for a moment to pick up his roomba. The tiny vacuum's wheels spin desperately in hopes to get put back down.

Still, that's only two names, what's another thing he likes...]

Uh, and...soft cream, zura...

[Okay, okay, so far so good. Who doesn't like ice cream? He'd marry it. ...But that was his last idea and he still needs a name. THINK. A name, he just needs a name, SAY ANY NAME.]

...Komasan.

[This game is hard.]

[ paaaaaaaaaause ]

You can't marry yourself, Komasan.

[What sort of crazy world is this where you can't even marry yourself?]

Co...ff...ee... zura...?

Alright, so your marriage choices are Zakuro, Kuro the roomba, soft cream and coffee.

[ this will take a while ]

Why don't you pick the occupations while I come up with potential salaries?

[Right, occupations.

...Occupations...

...So like a job?]

Oh! I like being a janitor, I wanna clean floors, zura!

[So there's...one.]

[ ...yeah, Mint's decided she's just gonna fill in most of the options herself, they'll be here all day if they don't. ]

Alright, we've got janitor...I'll put in salesman as well. What are some other occupations?

Is sniffing flowers a job, zura? I think I wanna do that, I'd be really good at it, zura!

[It was either that or napping. Professional napper.]

Sure, sniffing flowers can be a job.

[ said with a siiiiiiiiigh ]

[...He still needs one more job, doesn't he?]

Stop sign, zura!

Janitor, salesman, sniffing flowers, stop sign. [ honestly, her repeating this is mostly for Mint's benefit over Komasan's. ]

Finally, what about four places you'd like to live?

[ she's just taking care of cars, children, and salary herself, let's give the illusion of choice. ]