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adsum ([personal profile] adsum) wrote in [community profile] yogen2021-06-05 07:54 am

June Event


hello

You open your eyes.

And you scream.

Four long gashes tear your sleeve to ribbons and arm to searing pain, something sharp clamps down on your ankle and sinks into flesh and bone, down the hall another student dangles half a foot off the ground with their hair slowly separating from their scalp, and littered across the floor are bodies pooling blood and occasionally twitching— not in a last bid for life, but in the way strips of skin and muscle and fabric pull away from a person's limbs when several dozen invisible hungry imps have decided they don't want to be banished and would rather feast on the blood of their enemies if that's what it takes to survive.

For every instance of blood that touches the floor, the school pitches and transforms into a dilapidated version of itself, what npcs that were in the hall with you turning into shadow versions of themselves and taking hold of the fallen bodies to drag them to the auditorium. There, the empty room is pitch black. There, the threshold at the doorway crumbles and expands with each shadow that stands and feeds the void another sacrifice. In this school, in its darkness and its silence and its faceless students that cannot be touched, you may at least find some reprieve from the imps that do not exist, find fresh water flowing from the bathroom sinks, and scenes of normal school life playing out in the cracked mirrors that if you break even further you find that you return.

You open your eyes, and no time has passed. Something invisible tears open a student's throat, so close you can see their vocal cords bright white and vibrating as they scream. Blood splatters on the ground, and the school pitches and turns once again.

hi

For each fallen student, a new one transfers in to replace them. Between the student council election and the imp infestation, more and more you seem to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The contrast is stark between those veteran students with bandaged arms and a limp to their stride and long sleeves and pants despite the growing heat, and those students with bright and smiling faces, the ones who coo over the cats and share their lunches with anybody who looks hungry and sit in small groups outside by the wisteria tree to chat during breaks, ignorant of what keeps it fed.

With all the new transfer students, many teachers have decided to assign group projects for their classes: poster presentations on their favorite myth or legend, short skits portraying famous historical scenes, and, everybody say thank you Cain and Kelly, taking care of flour sack babies. Projects are by homeroom and can be done in groups of 2-4, because sometimes a family is a dad and a dad and a wine aunt and a dog. The projects are all due at the end of the month, and if you're able to keep your flour sack baby from being turned into a cake or torn apart by imps, you may notice that they start to feel... warm... after one week. At the end of the second week, they begin to make short, quiet noises— a gurgle, a breath, a whine. At the end of the third week, while you're cradling the sack in your arms, you swear it moves. At the end of the fourth week, well. The project is over. Maybe it'll hatch? Let me know if you make it.

can you hear me?

The veteran students don't seem very keen on working with transfer students who make excuses about not wanting to work outside of school, but newer students are more willing, eager to meet people and get to know them and learn about the school. They gravitate towards the bulletin board to check out the class ranks, new clubs, a new section on the board with several dozen slips of colored paper tacked onto it and a little container below containing blank slips and a pen so you can add your own wishes:
"I want to be normal. --XX, 1-A"
 "I want to live. --XX, 2-B" 
 "I want my friends back. --XX, 3-D" 
 "I want life to go back to normal. --XX, 2-A" 
 "I want my brother back. --XX, 2-A" 
 "I want more power. --XX, 1-A" 
 "I want to be loved. --XX, 1-B" 
 "I want to fix the past. --XX, 2-A" 
 "I want to find my family. --XX, 3-B" 
 "I want to be loved. --XX, 2-A" 
 "I want a normal life. --XX, 1-A" 
 "I want my brother back. --XX, 2-B" 
 "I want to see my family. --XX, 1-C" 
 "I want to die. --XX, 2-D" 
 "I want my friends back. --XX, 2-D" 
 "I want to fix the past. --XX, 3-D" 
 "I want freedom. --XX, 1-D" 
 "I want to live. --XX, 1-C" 
 "LUNCH DATE WITH IZUMI SENA!!! --XX, 1-A" 
 "I want to be strong. --XX, 2-E" 
 "I want freedom. --XX, 3-E" 
 "I want to live. --XX, 2-E" 
 "I want to die. --XX, 3-E" 
 "I want to remember. --XX, 3-C" 
Wishes are meant to be granted, but... Some of the newer students make an attempt at being a little more realistic and add things like "I want the answers to next week's math exam" and "I want a pony" and do check the board occasionally, so it never hurts to leave a wish of your own.

That's certainly the thought as the month goes on and there are more and more wishes for the construction in the clock tower stairwell to hurry up and finish already, as the entire month of June, from 6AM to 6PM, six days a week, the sounds of drilling and hammering and screaming and sawing can be heard in the stairwell despite no construction workers being seen entering or exiting the school. The clock tower itself is inaccessible while the stairs are being taken down and replaced with a brand new elevator— veteran students are particularly grateful, because it's hard to climb stairs and go to class when your shin is splintered and a thin layer of bandage is the only thing keeping your guts from spilling out onto the floor.

In the evening after the npcs leave, characters are able to open the doors on the second and fourth floors to find... that nothing looks any different. On the first floor, however, a set of elevator doors has been installed right by the front doors, and while the button to open the doors don't work, they can be wrenched apart and entered, revealing a barren space with metal walls, a clock hung on the back wall that ticks backwards, and too many buttons on the panel by the double doors. Most buttons are white, numbered -6 to 27 though out of order and not all the numbers are there. Some are black, one is red, neither colors having symbols etched into them. None of the buttons work when pressed.

Not yet.

it'll be alright

Until then, the clock tower can be reached as normal up several flights of stairs, the room at the very top bright and sunny with clock faces in the glass on all four sides, floorboards stained copper red and the air thick and difficult to breathe. For some, it's still worth it for the view of the wisteria tree in perpetual bloom in the courtyard below, especially as the heat and humidity of summer approaches and with it comes clouds of gnats that have taken up residence in the courtyard, hovering over puddles of light pink water left over from watering the courtyard overnight. Classes are no longer held outdoors, as teachers find it impossible to speak without gnats entering their mouths at any given opportunity, and the heat inside the school becomes near unbearable towards the latter half of the month as there is no air conditioning and teachers hesitate to open their windows. The homeroom teachers in 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C made that mistake once, opening the windows facing the courtyard and the gnats had gotten in, little homing missiles to their favorite food: blood, sweat, and tears. But if you don't cry, sweat, or bleed and aren't afraid of the gnats squeezing their way through the mesh screen in the windows, it can be nice to sit by the window and hope a breeze comes your way.

Those in classes 3-A, 3-B, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, and all of the first year classes can find that they're able to open the windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C to enjoy the breeze, but find an invisible barrier blocking their way and preventing any part of them from reaching out into the open space. 3-A, 2-C, 2-D, 2-E, 1-B, 1-D, and 1-E are able to remove the screen and exit through those windows facing the courtyard, keeping in mind it is the 3rd and 4th floors and they will have to climb back up to reenter the school. 2-C, 1-B, and 1-D can go a step further and find that the front door to the school opens for them, except when they try to leave, they run into an invisible barrier, unable to take another step out the door. But they can stand there and take in the sight of the school gates in the near distance, of the forest just beyond, of the npc students slipping past them on their way to and from home. At this threshold it is chilly despite the heat that smothers the school in waves, the air is fresh, invigorating, and when the sun passes overhead you swear you can feel it staring.

OOC

✽ Sometimes you summon murder imps and you gotta get rid of them yourselves. The imps are invisible unless supernatural sight (eg Nene, Clamor) or form (eg Moriarty, Sherlock) is regained, or are seen through an adder stone (possessed by Arthur, Gundham), but can still be fought either way through physical or magical means, or banished with the proper materials. They will NOT be rampaging and attacking everybody all the time, so this prompt is avoidable if you'd rather not, but they will gravitate towards 1) students who are alone, and 2) areas where there is already bloodshed happening.
✽ For the flour sack group project, groups are by homeroom and can number between 2-4 students. You may also assume npc students are part of your group if you wish.
✽ Characters may notice that physically, an elevator can't make sense without demolishing the first floor locker area, and they will have to accept the fact that not everything will make sense, and that sometimes, Ori just does not want to redraw floorplans. The elevator will be functional starting next month, maybe.
✽ Only windows in classrooms 1-B, 1-D, and 2-C can be opened by characters in classes that have gained at least one class rank to date. Those classes that gained at least one class rank last month are able to exit out the windows facing the courtyard only. Those classes with 30 or more ranks are able to open the front door to the school but not exit through it. To anybody else watching them open the door, they will see that character turn into a shadow and go through the motions of opening the door without exiting, exactly how npc students appear when they enter and exit the school.
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[personal profile] comburst 2021-06-05 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Just going to ask about my acceptance key for Katsuki! So I can maybe add it to his toplevel, which I will be writing today.
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[personal profile] softcode 2021-06-05 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
HM I'll get back to you on who he would ask - he'd probably ask whomever he borrowed a key from, so I'll have to have him approach one of those two.

My other question is: I know there's no internet capability on the PDAs, but presumably a school network? Would Chihiro be able to glean anything from that if he's messing around with his PDA/how much could someone who does Computers be able to mess around with it?
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[personal profile] softcode 2021-06-05 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Specifically just looking to see if there was any school information on the server, but I'll save further questions for when he manages to have access to a computer (maybe if he can convince people to give him a club).
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[personal profile] closewithnewintown 2021-06-05 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[A, 6/6]

[like most things, it started with her complete lack of impulse control.

at first, she was just leaning her face against the screen of the window she had opened in 2-C, wilting in the heat, a lemon (???) seated next to her head. but, she noticed that her arms... went out a bit further than she thought they could. the screen wasn't providing much protection from the gnats in the first place, so it wasn't a difficult decision to remove it. she found herself reaching her arm out a little further every time, leaning out more and more until...

she's hugging the wall of the building, arms firmly gripping the windowsill, when she remembers that she is actually definitely scared of heights and this is very much too high.]
... Not a great idea.

[B, rest of the month]

[... which is why, when she invariably climbs out the window again, she quickly descends to the second and first floor. like that makes it any safer.

for someone that does not like heights, Steph is actually pretty great at climbing. she's got the upper arm strength for it, certainly, and though her limbs aren't very long, her feet are small enough to find holds wherever she is.

before school, during lunch, and after school until about 7:30, you may find yourself looking out the windows on the first and second floor, expecting to see just the courtyard, only to see a flash of pink and tiny fingers on the sill.]
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[personal profile] angelindisguise 2021-06-05 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Angel sees the flash of pink, but doesn't know what it is. So she does what any dog does when they see something strange: start barking until said thing reappears!!]
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[personal profile] silentabyss 2021-06-05 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
☽ The Void

[Noah isn't entirely sure what the hell attacked him earlier, just that it did happen, and he's pretty sure whatever got him is dead because of the shadows that erupted forth from him in retaliation... but those shadows did not stop his cuts from bleeding and now he's here, in the void...

...and frankly he's fine with it, because at least here, time stops. At least here, there's a level of reprieve gained from the madness of the world around him. He's alone with his thoughts again, but the silence isn't deafening as it is in the library, and that's all that matters. He'll punch a mirror and get out when he's good and ready.

At the very least, the cuts are superficial, nothing he hasn't had before. Will they scar like every other wound that's ever been inflicted upon him, he wonders? Will the tiny clawmarks be lost to time? Who can say. He's staring at a slash on his arm and then he stops to stare at another on his leg that had managed to cut through his pantleg, and he sighs. The bleeding on the cuts has stopped by now, but the wounds are still red and raw and painful.

The shadows in the void aren't coming after him, at least, and he knows better than to fuck with them... but still, Noah gives them a wide berth. He knows what happens if he touches them, after all.

If you happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and got sucked into the void when his blood splattered against the floor, sorry. If he sees you, he'll wave with a slightly glazed-over look in his eyes, a look that says he doesn't want to be here — not just here as in the void but here as in existing in this moment, in this space. It's quiet, quieter than he usually is, when he says,]


At least we get some peace in here.

[Noah's definition of peace is... shoddy at best, clearly.

On the alternative, if you're near death in here, he will Fight The Void and try to save your life from the shadow-people by, you know, killing them with his own shadows. Will Noah ever stop fighting the void? No, thanks for asking.]


☽ Exhaustion

[...and then Noah doesn't sleep for three straight days, and instead of making an effort to try and do so anymore, he's just giving up on it.

After all, his nightmares won't go away, so there's no point. He won't sleep either way. If you share a homeroom or club with him, you might have noticed him nearly falling asleep in them only to jump awake and continue pretending he's working. At least he's eating this month? Somewhat? There are multiple moments when he goes to get a snack at the vending machine and quite nearly trips into it out of fatigue, or moments when he trips up the stairs despite usually not being so clumsy.

At some point during the week, you stumble upon a collapsed lump in the hallway, facedown on the floor. Is it a corpse? Might as well be. Noah's back to his old habits of walking himself to the point of collapse just to try and avoid nightmares, because that's the only way he can sleep, is if he stays awake for seventy-two consecutive hours and then collapses midday in the middle of the school hallway. He looks peaceful like this, but you might want to check on him? Make sure he's still breathing... or don't. Maybe if enough people trample on him he'll wake up.]


☽ Art

[When he's not either in the void due to crimes that are Not His Fault or collapsed in the hallway, Noah can be found after-hours raiding the art room for supplies. The only way to keep his hands occupied is to draw, after all, but recently it looks like he's been playing with paints if the giant smudge of black on his cheek is anything to go by. And how'd he get a blue dot on the tip of his nose, anyway?

Noah isn't painting anything special, or that's what he'll tell you if you ask anyway. He's mostly trying to figure out how all of this works, and that means he has way too many brushes and a canvas that's way too big and that there's paint on the table and sheesh what a mess. But he's having fun, at least, for the first time in a long time! Isn't that all that matters in the end?

What's on the canvas is some sort of abstract piece, just shapes and colours and whatever Noah's vibing with at the time while he figures out How Paint Go On Canvas. Really, he's more playing around than actually trying to make something coherent. If you come in and pull up a chair, he'll paint with you, and he'll try his damndest to make conversation. Which really amounts to,]


Do I have paint in my hair at all?

[He super does, specifically on his bangs, how the fuck did he do this.]

☽ Wildcard

[Plot with me or add me here: [plurk.com profile] wolfchan Or just toss something at me or find me in the discord or something, I swear I'm only unhinged sometimes :)]
Edited 2021-06-05 19:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] closewithnewintown 2021-06-05 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[pops her head up.

presses face against the glass.

waves.]
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[personal profile] forwearemany 2021-06-05 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Characters: Legion, Add, Turing
Name: Mayhem
Status: Survived to week four, no thanks to Add who wanted to dissect it during week 2. Thankfully the robots stopped him from doing that.
Edited 2021-06-05 20:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] insecution 2021-06-05 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Are there consequences for removing or otherwise tampering with the wishes on the bulletin board?
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[personal profile] moderating 2021-06-05 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Written in her messy kindergartner OK ITS NOT THAT BAD BUT ITS MESSY AS FUCK - handwriting. ]

Character: Nanami Chiaki
Homeroom: 2-B
Wish 1: I want Nagito Komeada to live a healthy and fulfilling life!
Wish 2: I want Hajime Hinata to have a wonderful future!
Wish 3: I want Gundamn Tanaka to meet up with 4 Devas of destruction again!
Wish 4: I want everyone here to live and graduate happy.
Wish 5: I want more games & game consoles to play with everyone with.
Edited 2021-06-05 23:58 (UTC)
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Re: Wish Board

[personal profile] subtract 2021-06-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Add
Homeroom: 2-A
Wish: I want none of the other wishes on this board to come true.

he will also pull down the two that say "i want to fix the past", because fair. he'll eat those paper slips so no one can put them back. CHECKMATE.
Edited 2021-06-05 23:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dangernoises 2021-06-05 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Edward Hyde
Homeroom: 2-E
Wish 1: I wish 4 Chiaki & izumi 2 get it xoxox
Wish 2: I wish santa claus was real, fuck those artoria bitches.
Wish 3: ♥️ I wish ♥️ For Rikarin ♥️ To Choke on a knife ♥️
Wish 4: ♥️♥️♥️ I wish for Hajun to stabe me I mean step on me ♥️♥️♥️
Wish 5: ♥️♥️♥️ I wish for the person above this wish a very die ♥️♥️♥️
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[personal profile] contrarily 2021-06-05 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Rika Kawai
Homeroom: 1-A
Wish: I want Senpai to find his happiness again.
I want Koma-kyun's hair to stop falling out before he goes completely bald and scares everyone.
I want Hydecchi to choke on the next snack he eats.
I want more stuff to gossip about!!! WHY AREN'T PEOPLE MAKING OUT LIKE CRAZY? WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE.
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[personal profile] carpevinum 2021-06-05 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Characters: Lucifer, Hajime Hinata, Akira Fujioka
Name: Dead (that's what Lucifer's calling it)
Status: STOLEN BY RIKA & KOMAEDA I GUESS?? WITHIN LIKE THE FIRST WEEK?? TO MAKE A CAKE?? AND IT'S MY JOB TO REPORT THE WAR CRIMES DISCUSSED IN THE DISCORD???? HELP?????
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[personal profile] dangernoises 2021-06-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Henry Jekyll
Homeroom: 2-E
Wish 1: I wish for none of Hyde's wishes to come true.
Wish 2: I wish for a place to sleep at night.
Wish 3: I wish for access to the science lab.
Wish 4: I wish for everyone in this school to have a wonderful year and to stay safe.
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[personal profile] carpevinum 2021-06-05 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Lucifer
Homeroom: 3-C
Wish: I'd like a letter or message from my brothers just to see how they're doing, as I miss them quite a lot.
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[personal profile] silentabyss 2021-06-05 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Character: Noah Ebalon
Homeroom: 3-D
Wish #1: I want to know if my brother is resting peacefully.
Wish #2: I want to see my friend Yuria again.
Wish #3: I want Clamor to be free like he is now, forever.

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