I've already decided to do Damien first. And he's one of THOSE people. You know, the ones that type a fucking novel in response. He invites us over for tea and a stroll 'round the garden. Sure, why not?
Amanda is called in to help us, and she compares it to writing a letter from the 1800s. She asks us to find our pen and quill, so we can properly address the nobleman for our debate at the debutante ball.
While I like you, Amanda, don't remind me of InCase comics I could be jerking off to right now. (Insert Deviant rating here)
I refuse to believe this is actually on our cul-de-sac. Unless we have the TARDIS-sac, there's no way this fits in the limited space available. But whatever, I have a goth dude to meet.
Our entrance into the house is classic Castlevania, complete with the door opening and closing on its own. Sorry game, but I'm not buying the existence of supernatural elements because none have come up yet. And if there are, why can't I be a motherfucking Sorcerer then?
Damien finally arrives and explains the "supernatural" elements as door being unlocked, draft slamming it shut, and liking oil paintings that seem to stare at you. We get a tour of the place, and head to the library for a choice. I pick up a book, and this causes a heart fart.
Historical spergs, can you confirm?
Also, we find Damien's Naruto slashfic.
I reloaded a previous save and soiled this Let's Sperg to get this shot. So in conclusion, Tumblr can die.
This is what Damien considers a joke. I consider it bullshit.
I also look at the butterflies, and after that, we go for tea. Doing anything in this room causes heart farts, so if you want Damien to like you, do everything and let him suggest the tea at the end.
During tea time, I choose to compliment his house and well, there's a massive particle explosion. Does honey just drip from Box's mouth every time Box speaks? That's all I can figure for why everything he does causes happy little explosions.
Box asks why he's so interested in goth stuff. Damien barely has the words "my father" out of his mouth before Box launches into The Black Parade references. Jesus Christ Box, that's just impolite.
We get another choice when it comes to hobbies, after Damien explains that he appreciates the flaws of the Victorian era while also enjoying the beauty of it. We need to sound sophisticated. I choose word jumbles, and this SOMEHOW causes yet another heart fart.
The Garden is where it all gets really bullshit. How does Damien have this garden without it bumping into everyone else's backyards? Or front yards for that matter? Did the artists not understand spacial reality?
Damien discusses flower symbolism and picks an orange flower, a lily to be precise. I cheat and look it up, it means Confidence, pride, and wealth. Those are nowhere near the choices we get, though since two of them are both sexual related (My Loins are Ablaze and Thou Art the Tightest) I go for the odd man out, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.
Bullshit, I just looked it up! But it caused another heart fart so I'm not complaining. We get asked our favorite kind of flower, and I decide Snapdragons are a good pick. Another heartfart.
Through total coincidence, we knock over a gargoyle and are given a minute to fix it. I get stuck on placing the second piece, and completely fail.
Damien is called away by Lucien's teacher, and is a little angry at our gargoyle breaking. There's a small cloud of blackness, and I feel like I've just undone a lot of work. Not my fault the game was calling for pixel perfect precision in 60 seconds. I'm starting to feel like Jaimas did in his playthrough of Night in the Woods, where the game would randomly throw a new set of rules at him and call him a dunce for fucking it all up.
Box offers to go with Damien as moral support, and considering this screen, I'm glad we get to go along. Remember the rules, the more the characters are out of the house, the better.
Has no one read the Cask of Amontillado? Cause I'm pretty sure that counts as killing. And knowing what I know about cellphones, getting reception in a basement surrounded by brick is hard.
This is the literal next screen. Jesus Christ game, stop reminding me of better shit.
Hugo just did an entire two week unit on the story and is a little amazed it took Ernest 20 minutes to figure it out. Both kids are suspended for a week. Lucian and Damien talk about therapy, while we listen in. Damien keeps it cool, and Lucian is thankful for it.
Back at Damien's house, I inquire further about Lucian's troublemaking. He says it happens once in a blue moon, and after a little more chatting, the date concludes.
We come home and have a chat with Amanda, and I will give this game points for not taking place in a vacumn-the characters have lives and relationships and so far we've stayed pretty true to them.
Also, how the hell does Lucien walk without a wheelbarrow to carry his giant, pendulous balls?
We get rated after the date, and I got an A ranking, probably because of the gargoyle thing. Again, thank you Human Revolution for preparing me.
So, remember that all important pacing? It gets piledrived again as we have a scene with Amanda. She gets an acceptance letter from the Home Institute for the Arts, and then we treat her to whatever she wants for dinner.
Girl has a thing for food trucks.
Box gives her a little pep talk about nailing the last bit of her classes, and we chat a bit about the 14 hour drive to come home. Amanda says it'll be worth it to see Dad. I'm feeling a tiny pang of guilt for making Box so nasty looking. It's clear the relationship was written with all the love in the world in mind, so the Tumblr outfit is pretty heavily out of place.
After this scene, we get back to Dadbook. Time for Damien Round 2!