[Open] + [Closed] DIVERSITY

[scooptimistic]

WHO: Maya and many individuals
WHERE: All over
WHEN: The month of June
WHAT: Punishment shenanigans, quests, and a catch-all for additional threads?? Closed threads will be added to the post, open prompts will be beneath the cut.
WARNINGS: Talk of nonexistent gruesome injuries, spoilers for both P2 games idk is that a warning!!!!
NOTES: If you'd like to plot anything additional, you can PM me or reach me on plurk at starswept!



[ That first week of June. ]

[ If you are a teenager or younger, regardless of whether or not this young woman has met you, she's looking incredibly upset the minute she gets a good look at you. This is a prelude to her hurrying over, gaze anxious, as she looks you over and-- ]

This is... definitely going to be a weird question, but are you actually hurt?

[ SHE MIGHT LOOK LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO CRY. ]

[ Alternatively, she can be spotted making a much slower way around the town. Slower because she's apparently decided to use her necktie as a blindfold, and even Maya isn't about to go sprinting about an area where she can't see.

It won't stop her from bumping into someone, or-- ]

Whoops! Sorry!!

[ A tree. Or the well. Or literally anything else, but she doesn't seem keen to take that blindfold off? Wonder why???? ]

Comments

[troubadamsel]

How on earth...

[She dares to peek for a quick second.]

... Why are your eyes covered?!

[scooptimistic]

So I don't see kids bleeding to death.

[ Oh. Well, okay. ]

[troubadamsel]

... Where do I even begin...

I assure you, no one here is injured.

[scooptimistic]

Any teenagers?

[ Let's go from there. ]

[troubadamsel]

There are none here right now. It's just you and me.

[And the curtains.]

[scooptimistic]

Great!

[ Then she's pulling that blindfold off with a sigh of relief.

Ignore that bleeding scratch on her forehead, please. ]

[troubadamsel]

[!!! NOT IGNORING]

You're hurt! Stay right here, I'll grab my staff!

[scooptimistic]

I don't think it's that serious, Maribelle!

[ PLEASE. ]

[troubadamsel]

[She returns, and then... awkwardly pokes the staff through the curtains and tries to move it under the window.]

Ah, let's see, it should still work like this...

[scooptimistic]

... Um.

You can... come outside, you know?

[troubadamsel]

... I would prefer not to.

[scooptimistic]

... Are you okay?

[troubadamsel]

[Ignoring the question-]

As long as I can aim at you, I can heal you, so just hold still!

[scooptimistic]

But Maribelle!

[ but moooom! ]

[troubadamsel]

Heal!

[The staff glows, but because this is at such an awkward angle... it misses, and there's just a weird glowy spot next to Maya that lasts for a second.]

... Oh, dear.

[scooptimistic]

... Um.

[ Maribelle, are you okay. ]

[troubadamsel]

... Perhaps we had both best pretend this encounter never happened.

[scooptimistic]

... You know, I think for both our sakes, you might be right about this.

[troubadamsel]

Do try to get that wound looked at nonetheless. We don't need you to fall ill by an infection.

[scooptimistic]

I promise I'll heal it myself. You won't even know it happened.

[troubadamsel]

You had better hope so.

[scooptimistic]

Yes, ma'am.