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Entry tags:
Awakening
Who: Shin Tsukimi and Anyone
When: July 2nd
What: Opening Post!
Warnings: None as yet.
Shin’s arrival to Yogen is heralded by a slam as he sharply closes his locker and dizzily leans against it while two sets of memories jostle each other. He gathers himself enough to glance around, grab his jacket, and lock it, mind furiously racing as he puts it on and tries to process how he is here. The raw relief flooding through him is turning sour at the immediate possibilities that come to mind.
A: School Life (Day, Misc)
Shin… keeps going to classes he half-remembers, eyeing any non-human-looking students he sees. He feels exposed (and also mundanely chilly) without his scarf and beanie, and his hands keep drifting to the empty space of either. When classes end he returns to his locker, puts them on and pockets the items inside, before trying to leave through the front doors and finding he… can’t. Ah. So that’s how it is. You can catch him in such states as staring at the School Rules with an unreadable expression, at one of the vending machines with more of a debating one, or in one of the classrooms sitting with his elbows on a desk and his hands tugging his beanie down over his head.
B: Washing Day (Evening)
So it turns out one of the side effects of dumping a bag of dirt out inside a locker is that everything in that locker... becomes covered in dirt. So if you go into one of the bathrooms after 6PM you may see the strange sight of someone in a dirt-dusted purple jacket not-so-gently washing their clothes in one of the sinks with half his face buried into the similarly adorned scarf around his neck, because as furtive as he’s been about waiting for one to be empty it’s just a bathroom and people can just walk in. Ask him how his day is going.
C: Safety In Numbers (Night)
At this point you may see Shin file quietly into whichever room seems to have the most people in it and sit down in a corner or seat. Somewhere he has a good view of the room; if you catch him looking at you he’ll give you a polite smile and glance away, fiddling with his scarf. He’s exhausted, and his head will occasionally dip and jolt back upright as his body tries to collect the day’s debt.
Believe it or not this is him starting to try out that ‘trust’ thing again… or maybe it’s just there’s no dorm rooms he can lock. Baby steps.
When: July 2nd
What: Opening Post!
Warnings: None as yet.
Shin’s arrival to Yogen is heralded by a slam as he sharply closes his locker and dizzily leans against it while two sets of memories jostle each other. He gathers himself enough to glance around, grab his jacket, and lock it, mind furiously racing as he puts it on and tries to process how he is here. The raw relief flooding through him is turning sour at the immediate possibilities that come to mind.
A: School Life (Day, Misc)
Shin… keeps going to classes he half-remembers, eyeing any non-human-looking students he sees. He feels exposed (and also mundanely chilly) without his scarf and beanie, and his hands keep drifting to the empty space of either. When classes end he returns to his locker, puts them on and pockets the items inside, before trying to leave through the front doors and finding he… can’t. Ah. So that’s how it is. You can catch him in such states as staring at the School Rules with an unreadable expression, at one of the vending machines with more of a debating one, or in one of the classrooms sitting with his elbows on a desk and his hands tugging his beanie down over his head.
B: Washing Day (Evening)
So it turns out one of the side effects of dumping a bag of dirt out inside a locker is that everything in that locker... becomes covered in dirt. So if you go into one of the bathrooms after 6PM you may see the strange sight of someone in a dirt-dusted purple jacket not-so-gently washing their clothes in one of the sinks with half his face buried into the similarly adorned scarf around his neck, because as furtive as he’s been about waiting for one to be empty it’s just a bathroom and people can just walk in. Ask him how his day is going.
C: Safety In Numbers (Night)
At this point you may see Shin file quietly into whichever room seems to have the most people in it and sit down in a corner or seat. Somewhere he has a good view of the room; if you catch him looking at you he’ll give you a polite smile and glance away, fiddling with his scarf. He’s exhausted, and his head will occasionally dip and jolt back upright as his body tries to collect the day’s debt.
Believe it or not this is him starting to try out that ‘trust’ thing again… or maybe it’s just there’s no dorm rooms he can lock. Baby steps.
A
"Greetings." They lift their hand up in a stiff, awkward wave. They are uncertain of strange organics as always, but they are aware that if they wish to survive, they will need to 'get along'. Additionally, interaction may help to dispel any misconceptions about their nature as a Geth.
Legion yessss
They're between classes but... this might be his chance to actually get some information. He's painfully aware of just how much Legion looms over him, but it would kind of kill the pretense of school life to be suddenly murdered in a bustling hallway, wouldn't it? At least token adherence to the rules of whatever's going on. Speaking of.
"You wouldn't happen to come with a guide, would you? I'd like to know what the point of this is." If he's supposed to figure it out himself, he doesn't lose anything asking here.
A (not so) little Geth brightens everyone's day
He is nervous. That is unsurprising. The phrasing of his question, however, is.
A guide? They are not a VI.
"We do not: we are also trapped here. However, we are willing to share what data we have acquired."
truly it does
"Kind of you." There's a pause as he visibly thinks, mind whirring. How much should he reveal he doesn't know? How much do they know? What's he giving up later to get now?
...is there even a point to thinking this way, at the moment? It didn't exactly help, in the end. He laughs a little, gaze skittering away into something a little more honest. "Ahaha... I just arrived, somehow, so anything you could tell me would be helpful."
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"It is currently impossible for those of us trapped here to exit via the door, though the windows are usable depending on class rank. Violence is encouraged among students, but punished when directed toward faculty. Though the majority of us have chosen not to harm each other, we recommend caution when approaching the individuals known as Komaeda Nagito and Sakasaki Natsume. Food is limited: you will require merit points to purchase sustenance from the vending machines. We have been informed that the meat served in the cafeteria is Human. Blood will transport you into an alternate dimension, which you can escape by breaking a mirror."
It's all the most important things they know. It's also a huge info dump and a lot to take in.
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"You say 'encouraged'... let me guess, you get those merit points for it?" It makes sense as the sort of sadistic choice someone of that bent would cook up for this sort of thing - 'hurt someone or starve'. Or... eat human flesh? What.
No seriously what.
"...where is it coming from." He ignores the alternate dimension thing, or rather saves it away as some kind of cryptic puzzle statement for later dissection because magic and alternate dimensions isn't real mom (he will regret this in a bit).
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"Uncertain. We had thought it was sourced from murdered students, however, most bodies appear to be disposed of." Blood brings people to an alternate dimension, and all bodies in that dimension are disposed of in the void. They have verified this themselves.
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The fact that students get murdered and that it's spoken of so casually... really gets him. That could be him. The way Legion says 'our' merit points specifically... suggests that you really can get them that way. Still, at least you're not forced to.
Shin's still processing how he's apparently being expected to just... go to high school again.
"Murdered students... how often does that happen?" I.e. how worried should he be. What level of paranoia should he be playing with here.
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"Often, multiple deaths occur at once."
Hopefully, he will manage to avoid being one.
"Our data is otherwise limited."
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He buries the lower half of his face in his scarf, mind whirring. Just his luck to arrive on the start of one. When he looks up his face has a smile on lock. "Well, thank you for telling me."
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Unfortunately, that's just how it is.
"There are periodic meetings, as well as multiple clubs with members who may assist you depending on your interests." Their experience is primarily robotics club, which is almost entirely built around synthetics helping other synthetics, so their perception may be skewed.
The point is: there are people who, much like Legion, are willing to help.
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Even in normal, non-killing-game circumstances he never liked being reminded about his shortcomings, or the thought of people thinking poorly of him for them. Still, it's too important to ignore or play off. He's got a second chance to not screw things up here. The bridges are as yet unburned. And with people being killed he's going to need allies.
"I'll have to check them out then." Noncommittal, but not a denial either. From his fuzzy school memories he knows the gardening club exists, because it's why his home room is a jungle, but the others... well, looks like the stay at home club was a universal constant for his high school self. "Let me guess, the meetings are also once a month?"
Call it a hunch. Murder is the sort of thing he can see them being called for, because otherwise getting any group of people to do anything seems to be like herding cats (Shin are you still bitter about nobody following your lead in trials).
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"Affirmative." Meetings are about once a month or so, just like the murders.
"Additional inquiries?" They should probably get to class, they think.
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The hallway's already starting to thin out of people, so to class it is.
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(And they'll turn and head to their own class.)