Dance, Dance, REVOLUTION

[determinate]

Who: Frisk and OPEN
What: Come bother Frisk at work!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Pizza Planet

[A]

Pizza Planet is a big, kid-themed pizza chain, popular for birthday parties. The Vista City location where Frisk works is attached to the mall, and as such is particularly large and extravagant. There's singing animatronics, sure, but the main attraction is the games.

Frisk's job, today, is to restock all the machines with tickets. They're pretty small for a worker. If not for their employee uniform, complete with a little hat, they could easily blend in with the children shouting joyfully and running from game to game. But for the most part they ignore them, focusing on their work. As fun as that would be, making good friends with any kids from here would cause too many problems. They're not sure they could contain themself, if the topic of music ever came up...

They go quietly from machine to machine, opening up a panel on each with a key and loading in a new roll of tickets. Out on the game floor like this, it's not unusual to get approached by customers.

Honestly, it's not entirely unusual for Frisk to just hand some kids a few tickets here and there either. It's against the rules, but it's not like anyone notices. And it makes people so happy!

[B]

They get a break for lunch, but Frisk doesn't really need the full time. They're used to scarfing down their meals fast, and it's a habit that's never fully faded. So they can be found in their street clothes for part of the afternoon, playing Dance Dance Revolution alone in the corner.

As it happens, they are utterly killing it.

The easier songs have long since ceased to be fun, so now they're working their way down from the hardest options. Some kids stop to watch from time to time, but they're largely heedless of any silent onlookers. Their mind is elsewhere.

Comments

[charleslee]

Connor smiles and puts his hand up, shaking his head. What if he's bad at it? What if he embarrasses himself in front of all these children?

Of course, it is just putting your feet where the screen tells you. That seems simple enough.

"How does it work?" He asks, giving the machine a slightly suspicious look.

[determinate]

Frisk points at the screen, which is currently showing a demo since no one is playing it, and then back at the pad. "Step on the arrows when they come." It doesn't occur to them to tell him that he doesn't need to stomp them; they're small enough that they can jump up and down on it and not really do anything. "It's like dancing."

[charleslee]

Well he's still giving it an incredulous stare, but he nods and steps on the on the pad, fishing in a pocket for the requisite change. The man hasn't danced once in his life (maybe as a kid? He can't remember honestly,) but he can do this. He learned to fight, to kill, to captain a ship, all in his youth. This is just a game. It's nothing, it's--

It's starting.

Connor casts a worried glance Frisk's way before he picks a song - an easy one, just to get acclimated - and stares intently at the screen. Here goes nothing.

[determinate]

It's probably good to start slow.

The game's purely competitive, and anyway Frisk figures any attempt to help would just do more harm. You don't want to get distracted when you're doing things like this. But the song is simple enough that they have plenty of attention to spare for watching Connor's moves out of the corner of their eye. How's he doing? At least he seems athletic enough that he won't get tired.

[charleslee]

You'd think, someone as quick and agile and light on their feet as Connor would have a relatively easy time getting to grips with this kind of thing. That is... Very much not the case. Tracking the arrows, knowing where to put his feet, that's easy for him. The issue he has is putting his feet down too heavily, making it difficult to move as quickly as he needs to and after half a minute or so he's having a noticeable issue with keeping up.

As it happens, he ends up failing the song before it's even finished and he crosses his arms with a huff when he looks at the screen. "You make it look very easy," Connor says aside to Frisk, attempting a smile so he doesn't look horrendously bitter about having a game tell him he just failed.

[determinate]

It takes a lot of practice, they reply, not apparently bothered by the quick end to the game. It happens. I do a lot of stuff like this at home.

[charleslee]

"At home?" Connor raises an eyebrow at that, what an odd thing to be doing. "Do you mean here, or where you come from?"

[determinate]

Where I come from. There's not a lot of bullets in any of the rescuer apartments, luckily. I have a friend who's a musician like this, but for real. He likes to dance with me.