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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.
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H-hey! Don't laugh at me like that! That's a really sadistic thing to do, and I can't deal with being beaten up right now! If you want to make me cry, you'll have to wait till later! [ It's not exactly that their panic stops when Dito starts laughing at him but their distress is...certainly less fixated on him then on others. Really, Crona is pretty used to this type of person...not that they like to deal with them. But its natural right, so its not like they can do much then just start complaining pre-expletively. ] I'm not stupid! I just have a fuzzy brain!
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Yeah, yeah. Stupid people should just go ahead and die. Why don't you go help him out? Make yourself useful.
[ Little harsh... But Dito's never exactly been polite.
Dito tilts his head, crossing his arms in front of the other. ]
'Cause they're fighting to the death, duh.
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[ The name just pops into their head, even if they're pretty sure they haven't (or have?) met this person. It's another one of those names and faces that seem to match, but the person talking to them feels completely different. Crona feels completely different. The thoughts they have in their memories really don't match up with how they currently see the world. Ugh.
They take a second to look confused, before they flinch back at the second part of his statement.]
W-what! I don't want to deal with that at all! What does killing people have to do with a student council?
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Idly, he thinks it's weird that Crona knows his name -- but for some reason he knows theirs, too. He's not sure how he feels about that, or the fact that he's apparently associated with this person before. Christ... ]
It's really not that hard to figure out. If you kill people, you can take their shit.
[ Not that Dito really cares about the majority pertaining to that part... ]
Status, money, items...their innards...
[ That last one though, definitely. ]
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[They killed people for nice normal reasons, like they were looking at them weird or their mom told them to. Much better. ]
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Well you're kind of gross anyway, so it doesn't really matter.
[ Says the guy talking about innards... ]
But hey, more for me. I kinda wish it were me out there... Looks pretty fun!
[ He turns his attention back to the scene before him, just in time to see the knife plunge into the girl's forearm. ]
-- Ooh! That was a good one! Come watch with me, haha!
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You'd have to give a speech to go out there. Are you just mad nobody handed you a knife? Nothings stopping you from doing anything else. [ Everyone here is pretty weak, right? Crona cares not for doing anything without a reason (fear) but its not like starting a knifefight is difficult...You just need a knife. Maybe two? A knifefight with one knife is just a stabbing. This is a stabbing right now!
They lean their head up against the windowsill and stare down blankly. Hm. hm.]
He's actually winning? Wow.
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[ Not that Crona asked.
His memories are still weird right now too, but he feels more lucid in this kind of situation. It's great. His eyes really aren't peeling away from the event they're observing at hand for now. ]
Look, he's crying now... That's so sad. [ a beat ] I love it!!
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Crying is hard to deal with..but he's not just...why is he glowing like that! That's really weird!
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[ Dito just kind of scoffs off Crona's comment, although he does look back at them to raise a brow. ]
No? I can totally kill someone even if they don't have a spear.
[ It's the killing for him, not the fighting. The two of them are probably (definitely) on two different wavelengths over this right now, though. But then they mention the guy glowing, and his attention is back toward the courtyard again. ]
Damn, you're right. What's up with that?