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Who: Rantarou Amami & you!
What: Arrival & introduction
When: 05/19 and onwards
Where: Various locations
Warnings: Dangan Ronpa V3 spoilers in comments

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a) travels
•　open — 05/19, 2nd floor, right wing

( it takes little time for him to figure out the idea — that he can't leave. what's really strange about it is that... others can? there's a distinct lack of physical barriers preventing him, but even so, it's as if the world itself is engineered to trap him here. it is... something that he makes note of, but after some time spent checking his options, it's also something he sincerely doubts will be easily solved. more importantly, what he notices is that there are some students who just... don't go home. as if they aren't concerned with even trying to leave, even as the building begins to empty out for the evening.

so it's them he decides to focus on, and the next person to pass him in the hallway is his first victim. with a wave to draw their attention, amami offers a smile. at the same time, his mind turns, trying to figure out how best to phrase this so he doesn't seem like he's crazy if he's wrong. lets see... first off: )

Sorry, but do you have a minute?

b) find my way
•　open — 05/19, 1st floor, bulletin board

( another thing he finds to be of note as he wanders through the halls is the bulletin board. the rules, for one, are beyond bizarre — that's a puzzle that he's going to pocket for the time being. what he's really interested in right now is the class assignments. it takes him a few minutes, peering through the names recorded on the sheet, but it does strike him that not all of the names are unfamiliar. a few stand out: kaede akamatsu, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma... if it's true... well, at least one of those names is someone that amami has reason to consider may be trustworthy in a situation like this.

option one:
this time, victim number two is anybody who happens to be near the front hall. turning to glance at them, he gestures to the sheet. )

Hey, you wouldn't happen to know Kaede Akamatsu, would you?

option two:
( or maybe your name is one of those he'd recognize in the first place. in that case, when he turns, instead of an amicable smile, you're treated with a momentary expression of wide-eyed surprise. )

What a coincidence, I didn't think I'd see you here.

c) wildcard
•　open — anywhere, any time

( have an idea? feel free to throw anything else my way, or if you're unsure, you can hit me up via pm or at kagehira! )

Comments

[sisters]

( okay, well, clamor's fingernails, clamor's problem. it's a nice dive though — amami almost wants to clap himself. he won't, isn't that rude for someone who just sat there and watched the chaos unfold, so instead he'll... take the opportunity to get up. you know, make his way over to clamor where he's rescued the jar on the ground with a smile that looks almost apologetic between his lack of an opportunity to do anything and that "keep that freak away from me" kind of gesture.

anyway, first things first, he'll offer out a hand to help clamor up. with that, he'll glance back to komaeda, watch as the waves happen. it's... yeah, his is a little long, but it's not like it's something absolutely insane? just kind of off, like he's the type of guy who struggles with social cues. amami will offer back a smile... maybe wave back, if clamor gets up quickly enough for him to have it back in time. )

[sunstead]

[He'll accept the help up, thanks... at least Amami seems normal, despite the weird icebreaker they ended up sharing. Somehow, waking up in the library with a jar of fingernails and no recollection of how they got there is a completely believable story in this hellschool.

... and now Clamor is stuck holding the jar, apparently, but whatever. He holds it away from his chest a bit once introductions(??) are done with. He's trying not to peer inside it too closely now, finally realizing that's he's not 100% sure if he wants to know if his own nails are in there, but Amami does kind of deserve an explanation for all of this, doesn't he?

Ignoring Komaeda for now, Clamor steps over to a different, non-collapsed table to put down the jar and quickly write down a new note, picking the jar back up (he doesn't trust it alone anymore, everyone else in this room would just let the damn thing smash into the floor if it fell again smh) and handing the message off to Amami.]

Nagito Komaeda [next to a crude drawing of komaeda's komaheada, for clarity]
Try not to give him too much attention.

I'm guessing you're also a "transfer student".
There's a lot to explain, but I can try to answer any questions you have.
Sound doesn't carry in the library. Your hearing is fine, it's just this place.
We can talk outside if you'd prefer.

[commences]

( what is clamor doing? he's writing something then exchanging it with a talented student that has him curious — he runs up behind the other, pressing his back against clamor's back as he peeks over his shoulder. he doesn't focus on the note, but instead, he's watching the ultimate with a wide smile on his face that shows he's pretty excited at the moment. with how close him and clamor is, the brunette should be able to feel komaeda's wild hair brush against his face, probably tickling his (are they sensitive?) elf ears. his fingers settle against his lithe waist, nails digging into the fabric of his clothes to keep him near so that he isn't too close to an ultimate — know your place. )

...

( after getting a good look at amami, he takes a step back off of the wizard finally. he pinches the top of the paper so that he can point to the part about the library, nodding that clamor's correct on that end. as he's about to pull his hand off the scrap, the part with his name and doodle tears off with ease, and now one half is in amami's hand, and the other being in komaeda's. staring at it, he contemplates the doodle that's been drawn before looking at clamor. )

...?

[sisters]

( this guy's awfully protective for someone who claimed it wasn't their fingernail jar, huh? well, at least aside from that aspect, he seems relatively helpful. look at that, introductions and everything! well, kind of. amami's not sure why the note introduces the other guy instead of himself, but supposes it's better than nothing, so he'll smile over to the other two. seemingly... close? comfortable? maybe? pending clamor's expression of disgust.

actually, this komaeda guy's response is pretty endearing in its own way. sure, there's some definite awkwardness surrounding it — hard to judge just how uncomfortable, without any sound or context, but the way his eyes sparkle is hard not to notice. and that aside, the way he steals his little portrait and gazes at it with such curiosity. amami watches with absent interest; it's almost like a child who just hasn't quite learned their manners yet, you know?

anyway, he'll eat those words later. for now, he's going to look around, presumably for the exit. if they're within eyeshot of it, he'll start heading over with a glance in their direction. if not? he looks back to the other two and kinda... points in the direction he thinks it might be in, expecting their confirm or deny. )