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May mini-mini-event
05/31 16:00
The student council elections take place after class on Monday, with students instructed to gather in the auditorium for the assembly. Attendance is not mandatory, but once students enter the auditorium and take their seats with the rest of their homeroom, they will find that they are not able to speak or get up from their seats. There are no teachers present.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
Fifteen minutes past the hour, the doors to the auditorium close and the assembly commences, with the current student body president Maya Arisu stepping up to the podium, obligatorily thanking everybody for coming, and briefly going over the agenda: the student council candidates, sitting in a neat row behind her at the back of the stage, are to first introduce themselves to the student body, after which the candidates will make a case for why they would best serve the student body. As each person comes up to the podium, a projector shines on the white screen behind the stage with an image of the student's profile, displaying their full name, homeroom, blood type, handedness, club membership and leadership roles, current grades, and current merit points. Those in the student council are held to high standards, be it scholastic achievement as exemplified by grades or club participation, or eloquence or bravado if they have nothing else going for them but talk big anyways, like the current candidate in the middle of a passionate speech concerning the atrocity that is Ishimaru's eyebrows, like, do you really want that to be the face of the student body--
The mic cuts off and Maya drops the end of the power cord before striding up to the center of the stage, staring at the candidate to get out of her way or risk a broken foot.
"I'm going to stop wasting your time," she says, voice quiet but at the same time clear and audible in the hush of the room. "The qualities I'm looking for in a member of our council isn't intelligence or diligence or kindness. Who the person is matters the most: what they do and how they think."
She turns around, facing the candidates, looking at each of them in turn. "We will be testing your character. Follow me."
One by one, the student council candidates rise to their feet and file out of the auditorium after Maya, stiff and robotic, almost as if they have no control over their bodies as she leads them out the door. The moment the last candidate leaves the auditorium, the spell binding everybody's limbs and voices breaks, students jumping to their feet to push and shove each other out of the way in their excitement to leave-- not to go home, but to crowd around the windows surrounding the courtyard, or to race each other to the higher floors to claim the windows with the best views:
Out in the courtyard, the student council candidates line up against the side of the school. Facing them, in a half circle in front of the wisteria tree, are several familiar faces, each with a dagger in hand, a stagger to their steps, yellow in their eyes, and wild animalistic abandon in the way they lunge at the student council candidates.
The sun is bright overhead. Blood spills and soaks into the ground. The school stays true and does not turn.
OOC
✽ Happy Execution Day! For those unfamiliar with how murdergame executions work, the initial top-level is reserved for Ishimaru and Madison to fight to the death, while the rest of the post is free for characters to post reactions as well as to play out the aftermath.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
✽ As a general guideline, the dropped characters look the same as originally, aside from yellow eyes, and the way they move is haltingly, as if they're resisting the compulsion to murder. It is a compulsion, though! So if both Ishimaru and Madison refuse to fight each other, they'll just get stabbed by somebody else.
✽ The execution will end once there is only one person left, after which the door will allow them back inside the school. Before then, the doors and windows are locked, and trying to escape the courtyard will result in loss of consciousness, with enough warning to turn back. The moment there is one survivor left, the npc students go home, as the position is won by default. Congrats! Hope it was worth it.
what if i told you he is a first year but he can act like an upperclassman :)
( besides, ishimaru's efforts are blinding, effervescent, and it's exposed to the crowd around them to see how far he'd go, how much he's willing to give and take in order to make it. as long as his hope shines bright, then he should be fine, is what komaeda things. this is why he doesn't want crona to miss out on such a scene to see an ultimate at almost their peak. )
You cheer for his hope, and it'll uplift yours! His is radiant, and I doubt it can be defeated.
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Don't mind him; he gets all excited when bad stuff happens because he thinks it makes people more hopeful. He'll probably start making a speech soon.
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But, um, you're at Yogen High School, which is... um...
[... oh god she actually doesn't know any answers.]
The fighting to the death part is new! Ish. Newish. Do you need an aspirin? I carry some in my bag...
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Eeeeh. Lady Medusa said I'm not allowed to take painkillers so I dunno... But thank you. The only thing that really hurts are these lines. [They pull back a sleeve to stare down at the 12 tally marks, which stand out strangely grey against their skin rather then pink. ]
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... ah. that's. a lot. not a crazy amount, but definitely more than stephanie thinks a non-grownup should have.]
... I won't tell her if you don't tell.
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Ah...I mean I think she's dead but... [ They give the younger girl a hesitant smile ] Well if you think its ok miss...I'm sorry what should I call you?
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... If it makes you feel better, I can teach you some cool basketball tricks. You can impress her when you get back!
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Oh? [ They cock their head, eyes drifting down to the backpack. What was even in there? ] You don't think she'll be mad if I already know? I wouldn't want to inconvenience her.
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[finally, she takes out an individually wrapped aspirin and a bottle of Clean Banana Water and holds them out to them.]
I hope you feel better!
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[They take the pills pretty easily, making a small face of the taste of the water. What is this? Banana? Weird. ] Ah...I feel fine I think. [Their face instantly falls ] I don't know how to deal with feeling fine! This place is so weird? Shouldn't I be stressed out. What if I forget to feel stressed when something bad happens!
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[she considers her mental "what would sportacus do" pendant, as she always does when she tries to give advice.]
Your body will remember to get stressed when it needs it to respond to danger; that's what its job is! You just need time to let everything set in. That's normal.
wow...so cool komeada-semapi O-O
[ The overexuberance is starting to get frightening, but Crona makes literally no move to resist or move away from Komeada. ]
crona kouhai... i'll take care of you... look guys im a father AND a senpai...
( besides, it's a figure of speech, but also the chance for them to obtain a more hopeful future. to be honest, now komaeda almost feels responsible if something happens to them in regards to their eyes. )
Maybe you'll feel differently if you meet him, Ishimaru-kun is kind... and he'd fret for your eyes as well, so don't stay up late.