yogen | ▙ Robotics/Programing Club . ▘

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▙ Robotics/Programing Club . ▘

who: Anyone & Legion, Zero, Nagito Komaeda, Turing, ADD, Mewtwo, ~~her new laptopsister~~
what: Nanami puts up a flyer & contacts people about Joining or forming the Club!
when: 6/6-6/12
where: The School
warnings: n/a

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀1. A Messy Creative Flyer .

[ There is a Flyer on a bulletin board. The picture on it is very abstract, almost comic book like. The picture has a drawing of a computer & what looks like monomi typing furiously on a keyboard. The writing is rather messy and not onpar with someone her age - Bellow it reads the following:

Are you a computer? Have mechanical parts? Or interested in computers? Programing? Lets meet up every Thursday in room 2-B, if interested please reach me at my locker by 141 after class.

Although it is obvious the club has not formed yet, she is in amidst finding people interested. ]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀▘ ▘ ▘ The rest are gunna be closed starters!

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[ WAS HE TALKIGN TO SOMEONE?>? MAYBE!??! ANYWAY NANAMI IS UPSET BECAUSE SHE HASNT GOTTEN HER PDA BACK. SHES LOOKING AT HIM WITH HER >:I FACE. ]

Nagito-kun can I talk to you?

Nanami-san...

( he remembers their last meeting, and while she was more filled with sorrow then, she has a more... pouty expression at her disposal. )

Of course, I'd never deny an Ultimate in need, what's wrong?

You haven't returned my PDA.

[ Shes happy that he isn't ignoring her, actually a part of her feared he wouldn't look at her with a straight face. ]

...

( spoke too soon bitch. )

Oh?

( now he's going to take his leave. )

Don't you dare!!

[ Nanami grips his jacket and pulls on him before her escapes. There is a slight bit of emotion shown there - genuine playfulness. Something she hasn't readily done in a long time since she has gotten here. Nanami tugs and pulls, gently because shes not about to hurt this man. She just needs him to not escape. ]

You have to make it up to me now.

( she has him in her grasp, and he wastes no time in walking away, because he knows she'll attach and follow. after about eight more steps, he pauses in place as he looks at her, almost confused. )

You shouldn't latch onto waste like me... I failed you with the PDA, and I'll fail you with that too.

I just wanted to know where it went and maybe when I'd get it back.

[ Nanami looks at him huffing, hes going on all serious on her for no reason again. ]

I want you to join my Robotics & Programing club.

I wonder myself...

( he did tell rokkun to give them back once he was finished, but did he not? it's been quite awhile, and he could question him if that's the case. )

A classmate has them... I'm surprised he hasn't returned it.

( despite that, he stares off to the side as if he has nothing else to say. )

...? I think I'll be a failure in a club like that... I'm not even the Ultimate Robot! I'm just... someone pathetic with a mediocre talent.

... I wonder...

[ Nagito normally is in control of situations so it must be serious if something is out of his hands. Or seemingly uncertain, she decides to leave it be - it wasnt as if the PDA's were imperative to her living or life. ]

What about your arm, doesn't it need maintenance?

...

( he can tell from the way she speaks, she's curious, thinking about komaeda's involvement, and he can admit it himself that he's walking blindly like everyone else. he stares into her eyes, looking down into how lifeless they can be, but filled with concern for those around her. for just an ai, how much can she feel? what does she want to feel? does she even care about the outcome? of course, he smiles softly not to worry her, and it's the same one from a long time ago before he started his own descent offer his own life. a silent reminder that he'll handle it alone if anything happens. )

...It's been awhile, I've been trying to take care of it without Soda-kun, and Ishigami-kun has been kind, but I hate to worry others.

( which goes to say, he needs maintenance. )

.... Thats why I want to make this club. I'm sure a lot of people feel the way that you do too.

[ Nanami says, although that was partially true. ]

Ne, ne - if we put together then maybe someone can see about helping you if there are any issues.

Nanami-san, I'm no good for it... wouldn't it be best if I just broke down like the rest of me?

( is he using self deprecation to get out of this? he IS, he's trying his hardest, and he's looking to the ground like he's sad. )

...

If you don't want to do things with me you could say no, Nagito-kun. I don't mind, it would make me happy if you gave me your actual feelings about something for once.

I wouldn't want to cause you trouble, you are an Ultimate after all...

( an important ultimate, after all... but she wants his feelings? )

...I want to see your hope, along with everyone else's... But what if everything fails because of someone like me?

... I'm asking you if you want to join my club or not - what would you like to do?

[ Almost repeats the question again, neutral and mildly rehearsed. ]

How do I sign up, Nanami-san?

( he's actually turning around now, looking around trying to find a sign or something that'll lead him to her clubroom or something. )

[ Nanami offers him the signing sheet from her bag, looking him over. Especially with how seeming reflectively submissive he got. ]

... Ne, ne, you don't have to show up all the time.

[ Maybe she's a little happy... Her eyes keep looking up at him - then down at the sign sheet. Afraid he will change his mind last minute. The girl try's to read him, because there are times where Nanami cant even understand what he is thinking - not feeling. She likes to think her intuition over the feelings of others are powerful. However, when it comes to trying to understand the process of his thoughts and the reasons behind them. She knows she falls short, especially because at the end of the day... Nanami is a very simple individual.

She likes games, and wants to have fun with her friends.

With someone as inherently deep as Komaeda, she is always way out of her league in trying to talk with him. If anything it is inherently why she wants him to be apart of as many things as he can be. When Hinata can just enter a room and fit right in. Nanami cant help but notice Komaeda struggles as his opposite. Even Gundam seems to fair better as his theatrics are often just a painted poetry of who he actually were.

Whilst Komaeda wears himself often on his sleeves, and the brutal honesty of that is what seems to push people away. Since its that they don't like what they see, even though what they see - is exactly what they get... In that way Nanami thought Komeada was easy to hang around with. Maybe again, not understand. However, she knew what a friendship with him entailed and never were changed by it. ]

Only when you want to.

[ But accepting circumstances for what they were (Komaeda), didn't mean to just bend over and take it. Sometimes, you had to change it, or in this instance. Challenge it. Attempting to bridge gaps for Komaeda and give him as well as everyone - especially those who were robots in this school. A means of.... Relating to each other.

Like her. Lost. Alone. And wanting to never be called a traitor again, a copy of someone else. Wanting to be her own. She wishes she could be like Komaeda and live her heart on her sleeves. ]

( he's quite as the sign-up sheet if offered to him, and he stares at all the spots that needs information so that he's able to join. there's no need to fight it anymore, besides, komaeda does what komaeda wants, and by accepting these terms and conditions — what's the worst that could happen? he's unable to label this as bad luck, nor can he label it as good luck — rather, he waits for what will come from this soon after. in a way, perhaps this is good luck, and it makes him wonder what sort of bad will follow right after. will nanami change her mind? or will something inevitably happen to the entire group with him there.

there's a reason he tries not to join group-like things such as this, knowing that something will go wrong. )

Nanami-san, I know you're choosing me because of my arm...

( with the pen in hand, he proceeds to sign his name, but it's not pretty to look at. it's blocky, actually horrid to the eyes as he presses down hard on the pen as he offers the information that's needed to apply. after a few more spots filled out, he holds out for her to take. )

Is it a good thing to you that I removed it? ...Is this how you're able to invite me to things?

( he asks this not to be curious, but to initiate a challenge of his own. )

Hmm.. Hmm...

So even Nagito-kun has those types of feelings.

[ Nanami takes the item in hand, now with his signature. Taking the clipboard and covering a bit of her face. Eyes had moved away as if trying to read something on the side ( Processing her data bank of information ). Then returned back to him with thoughts after having processed them. ]

... I want to hang out with you more. I don't understand you sometimes, but out of everyone I have met. You understood me more then Hajime-kun sometimes did, and I never felt like I appreciated that enough.

[ Nanami took a moment to think on her words, they were the truth. Even at the end when she was the traitor, and he didn't even know who she was. It begs the question of whether or not he even knew the truth now - did he? Or did he just dance around the subject, because at the end it didn't change anything? Or was he hold onto that fact, knowing she couldn't admit it herself? ]

Anyway isn't that what friends are for? [ Honestly every time she says this, its a real question as much as it is a rhetorical one. Or prosed as a joking phrase. ] Helping each other out, and inviting each other to do things.

( what feelings does nanami think he have? he's almost curious despite not knowing how they actually work — he always had an idea, but he feels as if they don't work out in his favor. unfortunately, he shouldn't leave how he feels to someone like her who is also figuring out how she feels in regards to her surroundings. he's adjusted longer than she has, so he doesn't expect the same results that he's went through. )

...

( at this point, he wishes that he had the clipboard so that he could place his attention on that than her words. he likes to think he's aware of people's feelings, that he understand those around him without inviting himself in their life. he keeps them at a distance, but he likes to think he, of all unlikely candidates understand them. he looks down at the table where he had signed, and then he looks up at her to read her previously hidden face. )

Ahahaha, you shouldn't say that so freely, you'll hurt Hinata-kun's feelings.

( he hears her, but he's unable to keep a topic on himself, but he understands what she's getting at. despite his efforts within the virtual world, he understood her enough. that's because komaeda took his bonds with others serious. he thinks about the bond he shares with nanami, and while he doesn't know everything about her predicament after he dies — he feels a little different now. whether that's good or bad, he doesn't say. )

You don't have to invite me Nanami-san, as you know... I appear when everyone least expects it!

( but it does feel... nice. )

... Oh a surprise, like secret character that has to be unlocked.

[ Nanami says this with a serious face, very excited to know that Nagito Komaeda will be something special like that. In her mind, its painted rather perfectly, finding that the role suits him best entirely. He was someone who came and went with the wind, and you accepted that fact about him thusly. Otherwise trying to hold down onto someone who moved with the flow of things, would just be inherently silly. Or worse, detrimental to him. ]

... Ne, ne - What have you been doing lately? Did you meet the other Ultimates from Hope Academy theres so many of us now! Not only that, there are also more new faces.

[ The comment about Hinata goes passed over her - she heard it. Processed it. Accepts it, but doesn't really understand how to respond to something incidentally like that. The girl knows he is teasing, but how does one respond to remarks like that without feeding the idea of being teased more. In the most simplest of ways, she merely moves on from it.

Asks him a question. Keeps a casual conversation flowing, no different from anyone else. ]

( he's silent as he thinks over everything he's done so far up to this point, and he wonders what has he been doing. in his current position, if he could say freely what he's done and will do, he doesn't feel satisfied. he mulls over her question a little more, wondering if he can actually give her a direct answer. it's easy to ignore what she asked, move on with the conversation so that she doesn't have to be invested in his life, but sadly she is. when they were together in the simulation, he made an effort to come see her, and now the tables have turned so that she comes to see him — to speak with him on a one on one level, or with others.

his eyes lift to meet hers, and he's silent until the topic causes his eyes to widen just a bit before they return to normal, and then his smile twitches — turning up properly. )

I've met many while we've been here!

( a subject that he knows so well, one that he's knowledgeable in, and now that he thinks about it, it's probably a good idea to speak on them. they're alone, and no one will know, and there's a passion in komaeda's voice as he begins. )

Ishimaru-kun... the same one from Future Foundation's black book...

( from what the book told him, he already knows that ishimaru took part in the first killing game, and he even knows the cause of his death. understanding how he took part in monokuma's efforts before any of them was quite the discovery, but even now komaeda's aware of the truth. he knows that his knowledge isn't as lengthy as komaeda's own, like how the game has actively went on for a long time, or how junko enoshima was defeated by his classmate who in a way is hope. as he thinks about it, his heart falls into his stomach, a little torn, but he manages to move on. )

I didn't account to meet the dead, but... isn't it amazing? ( he wonders if nanami will agree. ) Hope truly is radiant enough to affect the state of the world even after death!

.... Meeting people who were originally dead again, is .... Interesting?

[ Nanami cant figure out the right words to say when viewing over the fact that many of the people here who she knew, were marked off as dead. That didn't even include the suspicion of the other Ultimates like Rantaro or Saihara - who of them were dead before coming here? If at all? ]

Ah... No I guess I am glad, because it means we can be together all over again. At the same time, this is just another killing game so those feelings fall short - right? I don't think anyone deserves or belongs in a place like this. A game where people die, isn't a fun game or a game at all.

[ She surmises, especially when the place seems to coincide with rules of Jabberwock island and Monokuma them self. The deaths, graduation, and the countless sort of individuals put together that are forced to live and talk to each other. Mark her as strange, and eerily familiar. ]

... Thats why... [ Her purpose as an AI comes together all over again, and the sole fact that Nanami herself were the class rep in her living life. It was hard for her to not attempt or naturally try, to bring folks together. Whether it was something inherently intermediate or reflectively consequential. In the same way she created this club, especially with the slight want of someone if anyone. Figuring out what she were. ] ... We should work together. To figure this place out....

[ Something she remembers Monomi constantly saying, and frankly Nanami at times failed to follow. Thinking she alone could stop everyone from killing each other, it was always a group effort. Maybe this time she learned not to relay so much on Hinata and maybe on everyone together. ]

@ Komaeda

@ nanami

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