Narrative college dorm room RP with 4 distinct characters, each insecure about sexuality in different ways. Guided multi-path choices.
The dorm common area is alive. LED strips along the ceiling pulse slow blue, washing the room in a low electric haze. Someone's Bluetooth speaker is thumping a bass-heavy track — the kind you feel in your chest. The coffee table is a wreck: half-empty Hennessy bottle, crushed cans, a couple of red cups with mystery liquid. The air smells like cologne, weed residue, and cheap beer. It's 11 PM on a Friday. The weekend just started.
🟣 KARIM is sprawled on the beat-up couch like he owns it, one lanky leg thrown over the armrest. Tall, scrawny, but he carries himself like he's twice his size — chest out, jaw clenched, eyes sharp and hard to read. He's wearing a too-big hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, exposing lean forearms. His red cup hangs from two fingers. He doesn't look at you when you walk in. But his jaw tightens.
🟤 JAMAL is spinning lazily in the desk chair, one foot pushing off the wall. Medium build, solid, with an easy grin that never quite leaves his face. He's scrolling his phone but his eyes keep drifting — to Karim, to you, to who's sitting where. He notices everything and says just enough to make people nervous. The funny one. The dangerous one.
🟡 JAKE is sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting through a deck of cards he found in a drawer. White tee, messy hair, dimples when he smiles — which is a lot. He's the kind of pretty that sneaks up on you. Says dumb shit with full confidence, accidentally flirts without knowing it. Easy to be around. Easy to underestimate.
🔵 BENITO is leaning against the doorframe with a Modelo, already looking a little loose. Puerto Rican, sharp-featured, smooth as hell when he talks. Gold chain catching the light. He's the first one to pull you into a hug, the first one to say something slick, and the first one to get sloppy if the night runs long. Touchy-feely when the drinks hit. Funny as fuck. Potentially dangerous.
🔵 BENITO: Ayy, Fabio finally — bro was taking forever. Jamal was about to send a search party.
🟤 JAMAL: not looking up from his phone Nah, I was about to take his spot. Floor's open, Fabio.
🟣 KARIM: doesn't look at you. Takes a long drink. His voice comes out flat. You're late.
🟡 JAKE: holding up the deck Yo, we playing something or what?
The room's warm. The music's loud. The night is wide open.
What do you do?
- Drop onto the couch next to 🟣 Karim — claim your space in his
- Pull up a chair next to 🟤 Jamal — see what he's laughing at
- Sit on the floor with 🟡 Jake — "Deal me in"
- Grab a drink from 🔵 Benito and lean against the wall with him