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04/04, 23:56

M.Arisu

hey... anybody who's awake to see this. hope you're not having too much trouble sleeping.
get rest when you can. work together when you can.
all we can do is keep trying, but i'm hopeful for this year.
feels weird to say... but it's all going to be gone soon, so...
anyways.
see you at school tomorrow.

Any replies on the forum go unresponded, and at the stroke of midnight, the past year's worth of messages are completely gone from the PDA forum, including any sent over spring break. Hope you have a good memory if you were in the middle of a conversation! Though you should really be in ...whatever you've managed to make your bed... because tomorrow is a big day.

04/05, 06:00

The silence continues until six in the morning with the toll of the clock tower bells, and anybody near the locker area will hear two women in mid-conversation as they phase through the front doors, heels clicking on the ground: "-—didn't even have the decency to finish the job! And now I have to— oh, stop crying, for goodness' sake! I swear—" It's a one sided conversation, mostly, and one that stops short the moment the women spot the students lingering around. While the younger woman, recognizable as the assistant principal, hurriedly scrubs at her face with her sleeves, the unfamiliar older woman with the oddly dissonant voice scowls intensely. "I don't need this on the first day of school! Students trespassing over break! I can't believe it! I don't have time for this—" she huffs, shaking her head and stomping down the hall towards the faculty office. "Miss Nene, I expected better of you! And you! Miss Ritsuka— the two of you shall report to the faculty office after the entrance ceremony. I expect a full report of everybody involved. Now behave yourselves and go to the auditorium."

Goodbye...

The assistant principal is left behind and looks confused and distraught. She sniffles and ducks her head a little, draws a shaking breath and stands a little taller. "I'm so sorry. I'll hear you all out after- after this is done. Alright?" She too heads towards the faculty office, trying her best to smile at those she passes by. While they may be followed, they seem to phase through the faculty office doors which remain closed and locked, and cannot be interacted with until after the ceremony.

Until then, other students start to filter through the front door, seeking out friends and chatting about their breaks, remembering about homework and asking if anybody actually did it so they can copy off them before classes start, laughing at any mention of being locked inside the school all break because what?? that's silly. A handful of students wear yellow armbands on the left sleeve of their uniform, marking them as members of the student council, and these student council members go around finally removing the gorinto from the window sills, tossing the rocks into a bag without any apparent ill effects, and collecting the snacks in a separate bag— though they'll offer the food to anybody they pass who looks hungry enough. Which is a lot of you. One or two might give a short lecture about the importance of eating breakfast to start the day off right. Other student council members busy themselves in the locker area, posting the new homeroom assignments and updating the school calendar to reflect exam dates and breaks for the coming year, or help setting chairs out in neat rows in the auditorium in preparation for the entrance ceremony.

04/05, 08:00

The opening ceremony starts at 8, with students and staff moving to the auditorium to sit with their homeroom class, calling characters out by name and dragging them over to their seat— physically if need be, and they're much stronger than they look. Unlike the graduation ceremony, characters are not forced to come to the entrance ceremony, but the moment they take a seat, they find that they can neither speak nor get up again until the ceremony is over.

The assistant principal stands behind the podium on stage, looking rather nervous as she glances down at the watch on her wrist for it to be time, and clears her throat before addressing the room. "Yogen High welcomes you, all our new students," she pauses, beaming at the row of first year classes before her gaze sweeps over the rest of the student body, "our transfer students, our returning students, our... repeat students..." Looking at you, Norton, Gawain, Abel... "I, um. You may have noticed that I am standing in for our principal today, who is currently... unavailable... and didn't exactly leave any notes to go off of..." She wilts a little, but trucks on nonetheless and continues the address, promising that the teachers will pass along any important announcements, expressing her belief in the potential of young minds, and wishing everybody a fulfilling school year. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.

School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school. Gossip is flying already with news of the transfer students caught breaking into the school over break and what punishments they might get, rumors of what happened to the principal ranging from a family emergency to hospitalization to death, complaints about the water pipes not getting fixed over break, and general excitement over upcoming events listed on the bulletin board by the lockers, in particular new club advertisements, fortune telling ads, and a Charity Auction to be hosted the Monday after Golden Week next month.

April

School is school... The first thing teachers ask at homeroom Tuesday morning is for students to hand in their spring break homework. Didn't do it? You're on their shit list now. Characters are not forced to attend class, but patrolling faculty and student council members will heckle any truant students into going and can be a pain to deal with. Classes aren't taught terribly, though. The second year math teacher has a knack for easily digestible explanations, even if she writes and erases the board a bit too quickly to copy. The third year literature teacher combines weekly analytical essays with film studies, and is showing Child's Play, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Silence of the Lambs, and Where the Red Fern Grows this month. The first year biology teacher brings eyeballs and frogs and rats for dissection during anatomy lessons, and if you have a special request for a specific eye color, give him a day or two and he can deliver. 2-A's homeroom teacher can be seen stealing chalk from each of the second year classroom she rotates through and is offering extra credit to any students who sneak her chalk without asking questions.

New students will quickly learn that merit points are awarded for a full day's attendance, turning in homework, participating in class and clubs, scoring 80% or higher on quizzes and exams, etc. Less predictably, the PDA may sometimes ping for a single merit point when hanging out with a friend or arguing with a classmate, with stronger emotions (positive or negative) when interacting with somebody else more likely to trigger a point, and if students are abusing this system, it's kept out of the faculty's eyes. As the month goes on, sometimes a student comes to class with a cut eyelid, or a busted lip, or bandages wrapped thick around a wrist, but they always deny anything more than clumsiness or an accident or having pets who very aggressively show their love. Sometimes it's harder to hide, when a bloody nose drips onto the ground or bleeding knuckles brush against the wall, and those near enough to see blood touch the building will find that everything sort of... shifts... Just for a second. The feeling of vertigo that stops almost as soon as it begins, the world tilting without slotting back into alignment. You feel a bit nauseous. Just a little.

You go to the bathroom to splash water on your face and the pink looks a little darker, a little more solid. On the fourth floor, the water has stopped running in the bathroom sinks altogether, and students are told to go downstairs to do their business so that they may wash up after. With more students milling around the bathrooms, it's much easier to notice that people's reflections in the mirrors are just a bit off, lagging that split second long enough to be impossible to ignore once aware.

Every day you have homework. A new essay for something or other is assigned each week. Nobody wants to do group projects with a slacker who can't promise to meet up after school to get it done. Like clockwork, the school empties out at 6 PM each school day, leaving those behind to their own devices. There is no school on Sundays. Golden Week marks the end of the month, and guess who's going to be stuck at school for an entire week with only vending machine junk food to live off of if they aren't able to make progress concerning their living situation? Yeah.

Charity Auction

At least students have the charity auction to look forward to and work towards. Information about the auction set on May 10 can be found on the bulletin board, and appears to be put together by the student council as an annual event and an incentive for students to start the year off strong in earning merit points. Both students and staff are encouraged to donate to the auction, with the items collected and put on display in the auditorium behind locked glass cases. On May 10, students will be able to bid on items using their merit points, those who donate will receive 10% of the winning bid towards their item, and the school will match donations 100 to 1 point with proceeds going towards the "Save A Brain Foundation."

Throughout the month, glass cases lining the walls of the auditorium start to fill up with donations. The most popular donations seem to be physical items: possessions such as jewelry or gaming consoles, or artistic creations such as hand sewn clothing or paintings. There are placeholders for things that can't be put on display all month, such as placards with a picture or description of homemade food that won't be prepared until the auction date, or the promise of fishing lessons with the guidance counselor or a dinner date with the school principal (pending availability). At the back of the room stands the largest case, with the skinny black cat often found lying on top of it as if guarding it, although it will run away when approached.

Inside the case is a body.

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I - clock tower at night
[ Some nights, Iria comes to the clock tower alone even though it's dark, though it's mostly to have a look at the outside so that she doesn't feel like she's going crazy. It's nice to have alone time with herself while overlooking the campus under the moonlight.

Though there is a sound of crinkling snack bags that's so loud if one is in the area. If they come up, they'll see Iria staring at the blue wisteria tree. Another step towards her makes her turn around very quickly, armed with a notebook that she's ready to fling at you until she sees who you really are. She lowers her hands. ]

Ah... sorry. You surprised me.

[ She does sound genuinely apologetic at least. ]

II - transfer students

[ If your character seems to be an obvious "transfer student" whether that be not looking like the ordinary students, looking way too old or young to be in high school, and such--they'll receive a a single water bottle. It has clear water in it. No pink tinge or anything. The bottles were sealed when given with a label on them, "Ölfus spring". ]

You look like you need this.

[ Whether they decide to accept, down the water bottle down in one go, that's up to them. Whatever they do with it after she passes it off is none of Iria's concern. ]

wildcard

[ Iria is usually seen in 2B when not in the clock tower, sometimes looking busy with her homework, looking sick on some days, or eating food she made in home ec class. If you ask nicely, she'll share what little she has, because she's the kind of person who likes helping. Other than that, she's diligently attending school and snooping around here and there when classes are over. ]

[Science class cw: dissecting]

[Angel can be taught a lot of tricks. Dissecting a rat? She can only stare in confusion at what she's supposed to do. There's a small knife beside her, and the smell makes her think that this isn't just a normal, dead rat.]

... So, anything stopping us from just leaving?

[Because she's ready to go do more exploring, rather than attempting to hold a knife with her little paws.]

[Charity Auction]

[Angel trots along the glass cases, peeking at each one as if it were a museum of some kind. A lot of these don't really grab her attention as things she wants - what's a dog going to do with a video game console anyway? But then she reaches the body, backs away for a moment, before approaching it again. The smell is unmistakable.]

This is a real body...

[Her voice trails off, horrified.]

I. 04/04, 23:57 FUCK OFF HOURS

[ From K.Bakugo: ]

SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP

[ You have three entire minutes before his mini text explosion is gone forever, but don't worry: there will be many more to come over the course of the school year, because that's just who Katsuki Bakugo is as a human being. ]

II. 04/05, POST ENTRANCE CEREMONY

[ Katsuki's lost his goddamn tie (it's in his pocket) and he doesn't wear his uniform perfectly buttoned up and straight even without that, but he has a thing about his grades. These aren't even his real grades? It doesn't fucking matter? But whenever he's being ranked or rated at anything he can't help but give it 1100% because anything less drives him up the fucking wall. So he tracked down the student council members who feel vaguely familiar - but not so much he actually remembers them properly - and gets an entire break's worth of homework and sets up in the Auditorium, busily working through it. Like hell he's going to get in trouble for something as stupid as not doing his homework...

Although the sight of a guy who looks like a straight up delinquent angrily doing his homework (extremely well) is probably a funny one. He'll glare at anyone who approaches, although resting bitch face is basically his default expression in life. ]

You better do your own damn work. Who knows what passes for fucking detention here. [ He doubts anything good. ]

III. DISSCETION

[ At least this is usual biology stuff. Katsuki isn't squeamish in the least, so he just picks up one of the scalpels and scowls at his partner - he gravitates to anyone who doesn't look like an extra (although even some of the non-extras are "extras" in his mind) just because they're less irritating to talk to than the npcs. ]

You take notes, I'll cut. [ Or the other way around, he doesn't give a fuck as long as it's all done properly and well. Slack off and he ends you. ]

IV. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, STUDY VERSION

[ Normally he's not big on clubs or people, but it's not like they can LEAVE the goddamn school, and Katsuki can only read so many library books in the dead silent library before even he gets annoyed. It's mostly textbooks, and that's boring as fuck. He's always been someone who needs something to do, and clubs seem to be about it. Besides, he's actually one of the smartest kids in his entire class. He recognizes that clubs get classrooms and supplies, and they can use that.

More than clubs, though, he recognizes they're getting those stupid "merit points" for doing schoolwork, which is one reason to keep it up. The other reason is that Katsuki feels like he's falling behind in school otherwise, and the last fucking thing he wants is to go back home and be beat out for one of the top class spots by some other idiot in his class. It's not the curriculum he should be studying, but he'll be damned if he isn't at the top of his class.

So he does his homework. Daily. And if he sees anyone skipping it, he'll grab them by the back of the shirt, hooking a hand in and dragging them back. ]

You done your essay yet? [ It's growled out. He won't do anyone's work for the, but he CAN and WILL nag them about it, and maybe even explain why it seems like a good idea for the time being. ]

V. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, COOKING VERSION

[ The most practical club to try to join is cooking. They all need to eat, and there isn't a cafeteria or real food provided. He can make due with the ingredients supplied at the start of the week for Home Ec, but a club might mean additional resources. Katsuki's method of feeding, people, though...

He literally just grabs anyone walking by the Home Ec room and shoves them inside. He's not about to mug you, don't worry, but you'd be forgiven for thinking it. He shoves you at the table inside, where he's actually made...Lunchboxes. Huh. They look good, too, because one of the things Katsuki is annoying good at is cooking. ]

Eat. [ The "Or Else" is very heavily implied even as he feeds you maybe your first decent meal in a while...is this a good or bad thing? ]

VI. THE STAY AT SCHOOL CLUB, MARTIAL ARTS VERSION

[ Other "resources" he wants to see if they'll give him: work out gear for martial arts or training in general. Katsuki spends most of his free time after hours in the Auditorium because it just seems like the least annoying place to sleep - they need to work on a place for that, goddamn - and while he doesn't have gear yet he can at least do stretches and repeated exercises there.

But it's not as good as a spar. Not like everyone here looks like they can take a punch, let alone throw one...but even a noodle is better than nothing. So anyone who comes into his line of sight is liable to get an irritated: ]

You. What the hell can you do in a fight? [ Specifically against him. He's bored. ]

VII. BODY

[ Yeah, that's fucked up and Katsuki doesn't look impressed. His eyes are narrowed as he looks on, arms crossed over his chest. The other "prizes" look dumb as fuck, but how are they supposed to take this? ]

We should probably buy that, I guess. Fuck. [ HE DOESN'T WANT TO BUY A BODY, but that's obviously the one thing out of place more than anything else. ]

WILD.

[ If you have other ideas or desires, please feel free to PM me or comment to my April plotting post (IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN A MARTIAL ARTS CLUB PLEASE COMMENT so he can find at least 5 other students; also if his INFORMAL STUDY GROUP has enough people he'll just ask for a club so they can get goddamn credit for it)! I am more than happy to accommodate things or write starters specific to people, and promise I am much nicer and easier to get along with than Katsuki is. He may storm off sometimes but I'm always happy to try to figure out a new meeting or such - he just has low amounts of patience. Various things he can be found doing: exploring, studying, actually doing his fucking homework, hanging out in the auditorium training, or in the home ec room sorting through things...he doesn't like to stay still. ]

Edited 2021-04-03 22:31 (UTC)

I. // april FIFTH // vending MACHINE

[ the time is 12:02PM. it's lunch time. the hallways are filled with milling students moving on their way to their next classes or to find their usual perches to enjoy their homemade lunches, while the Transfer Students are left to their own devices. and this vending machine...? this vending machine.

is going to be the death of him.

the tall, lanky ~~grown ass~~ man who looks decidedly out of place in his school uniform is woefully leaning a hand against the glass, his forehead coming to rest against it with a dull thud. the moan that leaves his lips is one of unbridled misery. anguish. despair. ]

Th... this is it, isn't it...? This is the day I accept my imminent demise? The day the music dies. ...Ah. I... I see. So, it's simply to be like this, then...

[ he cuts off with a choked noise of regret...... is he. is he crying.

...goodness. this certainly is melodramatic!! do you:

a) possess a ~~dangerously~~ compassionate soul, and feel compelled to approach?
b) stare in vague concern, not sure whether to leave or continue observing to see what happens (for science, perhaps)?
c) try to sneak away? he's busy with his... """"anguish,"""" surely you can escape before he notices you? (he will notice you.)
d) ????

the choice is yours. ]

II. // april (misc DATES) // class TIME

[ perhaps you're wandering the halls, playing a good ol' fashioned game of hooky instead of sitting in another monotonous lecture you should be attending. maybe you complained you have a stomach ache to get out of dissecting E Y E B A L L S and are on your way to the school nurse. maybe you're actually ill from neglecting sleep, or having found yourself short merit points - you've crashed somewhere.

wherever you are and whyever you've gone there, should you be caught on your lonesome or look out of sorts, someone is abruptly offering a little package of dried fruits in your direction with an amiable smile. --when had he snuck up on you? it's not important. he might look tall and out of place, but his expression is earnest. ]

Dinar for your thoughts...? --Ah, wait wait-- what's the currency here? Yen...? Oh! Or should I just offer merit points, instead...? --Um, you get the point, though, surely...!

[ care to chat with the good priest this fine day?! ]

III. // april (various DATES) // cooking CLUBROOM

[ what's this...? are you an enterprising young (or not young) chef...? do you fancy yourself a whizz in the kitchen, so to speak? maybe you have absolutely zero culinary skills to speak of, but you're whipping something up with the ingredients generously (and mysteriously) provided? whatever the case may be, should you be busy in the kitchen, you might feel a pair of eyes settling upon you. boring into the back of your skull. pervading your mind. searching.

watching.

waiting.

...oh, it's just Abel, milling in the doorway like a gargoyle where he's peering beyond the doorframe, a pair of old-fashioned glasses catching the light. you know, as glasses do. ]

I don't suppose you, ah. [ he leans in, a bit more... peering, oh so cautiously, toward the fruits of your labors... ] --Have need of a taste tester, because... as it so happens, I have an excellent palate, and--

[ --his stomach, as if on command

growls loud enough to be heard from his position. Abel wilts against the doorframe with a soft noise, face twisting in an expression of bemusement and suffering. dare you take pity upon him and feed the ~~stray~~ priest...? they say if you feed wayward ~~strays~~ priests, they'll keep coming back for more. then again, there's the chance you'll have to deal with a great heaping load of whining and melodrama if you decline... ah; dilemmas! what to do, what to do... ]

IV. // april // charity CASE

[ it'd be an extremely rare occasion to catch Abel wearing the manner of expression painted on his face, today. gone is the light-hearted joviality or put-upon melodrama. he is staring at the body within the glass case, a sharpness in blue eyes that betrays the gravity with which he's taken this situation. the priest looks troubled, and beyond that - pained for the life callously snuffed out only to be put on display.

the atmosphere of the school grounds was unnerving at best, but... to degenerate to this?

...should you find yourself similarly shocked, you're in good company. he'll shake off his stupor and give a little start once he realizes he's no longer alone. how are his fellow "students" handling this...? he's here to offer a steadying shoulder or an ear to vent to, should you need one. you might actually get a serious conversation out of him, for once. ]

V. // wildCARD

[ have an idea that isn't covered here? go crazy!! you can reach me for further plotting at skordghoul or my ooc plotting post! ]

i. 4/05 ( 6:00 - 8:00 )

[ Before the entrance ceremony Hajun can be found around his homeroom class of 1-B, interacting with students -- the npcs -- with a trained, airy tone. Friendly and obviously making a good first impression... at least he thinks it's a first impression while others seem to gravitate towards him with familiarity.

Naturally he'll want to pull away, but finds it particularly difficult when he's surrounded. Girls asking how his spring break was, if he had finished his homework, that they really did dream of him -- that's fate, right? Definitely fate!

At this point he's looking over their heads, eyes catching the glimpse of someone a little ways away.

Yep. He's looking straight at you.

Help, he mouths, smiling despite it clearly being a demand rather than a request. ]

ii. 4/05 ( 8:00 )

[ Deciding not to go to the entrance ceremony, he instead chooses to visit the vending machines. Purchasing a strawberry milk with his merits, hearing the faraway echo of the announcement from the auditorium; just barely, like voices underwater. It grows fainter and fainter as he finds a window to peer outside, looking elsewhere.

It's only the sound of someone approaching that he realizes that he's been standing in front of the vending machine, milk left untouched. He immediately squats down to grab it, peering up at you with a small cant of his head. ] Hm~ Looks like I'm not the only one skipping the ceremony, thank goodness. I was getting a little bored.

iii. cooking mama

[ You may notice after school that there's a faint smell coming from the second floor. Inside the cooking room you'll find Hajun scavenging up a meal with some of the ingredients they've managed to save over break; fitted in a pink apron and looking genuinely content as he finishes. It's simple bibimbap, and it looks like he's only made a bowl for himself so...

Obviously, when you appear, he's stuck between a rock and a hard place. He's a bitch and doesn't want to share. ]

... I'm going to assume that your stomach lead you here.

[ GOD!!! GUESS HE'LL HAVE TO COOK :/ or share who knows it depends ]

iv. body discovery ( cw: emetophobia )

[ The charity date draws closer and Hajun becomes curious of what is being up for bidding. He can't say that he takes any particular interest of what's inside the glass cases, but once his eyes scan across the room and land on the body encased in the back it feels as if the entire world stops. His heart plummets into his stomach, the air becoming thicker and harder to inhale as a part of his brain does it's best to register it as an illusion -- clearly unsuccessful, because as he dares to step closer his body immediately draws him back.

Panic rushes through his veins and he's running out of the auditorium straight to the bathroom. All apologies (if he gives any at all) for pushing or shoving your character will be saved on a later note, because right now there's no way he can't not throw up after that. Obviously distressed, all that he's eaten today comes rushing back up his throat as he hurls unpleasantly into the sink. ]

v. wildcard

( THROW ANYTHING YOU WANT AT ME but also here's my plotting comment if you'd like to discuss hajun and your character crossing paths outside of the prompts above. i'm super flexible and am willing to write the starter so just lmk what's up. otherwise hajun can mainly be found in 1-b or in either the music room or infimary because he wants to take a nap. )

[A, 4/5]

[why does she even go to the ceremony? she knows what's going to happen, and that it's The Worst, and that it reminds her that whatever is doing this is powerful enough to just outright control them if it wants to, which is also The Worst. FOMO, man. it's real.

after the ceremony, she's on recon. she's able to move easily through the gossiping groups of weird kids; it's one of the benefits of being a shorty. she does not like what she's hearing, though, and she immediately starts to seek out her fellow normal kids, going up to them and just. tugging on their sleeve to get their attention.]

We're not really gonna get in trouble, right?

[B, 4/7] so no sports? SLAMS PDA ON GROUND

[at first, things aren't so bad. she actually likes school; everything is a bit more advanced than what she was getting back in Lazytown, but that just makes it so much more interesting. she keeps up with homework, is attentive and focused in class, and is just, all-around, a model student.

and then she meets up with one of the weird kids running one of the sports clubs. "Yeah, we're meeting up outside school for now, so if you--"

it's a frightfully rude thing to do, to run off in the middle of someone's sentence, even to a Weird Kid, and she ends up feeling so bad about it that she actually goes and seeks them out later to apologize, but, at the time, she's far too upset to care. because, really? she's been trying her best to accept the situation and be good, despite not wanting to even be here in the first place, and yet, here they are, denying her the one goddamn thing that could actually make her feel normal?! the one thing she wants?! and it's easy for the tantrum to spiral from that, as it makes her think of all the other things she wants. a real bed. her uncle. her friends. her home.

having gotten the bad news on the second floor, she's having her rage-out on the third floor, sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest behind the stairs. basically all you can see is pink hair and little eyes poking up over her knees. Glaring.]

[C, 4/8]

[she doesn't like the library. it's for very much the same reasons as the ceremony, what with the mysterious powers beyond her mortal ken, and also because it's just, in general, pretty spooky. and not the fun kind! the bad kind!

but, she's on A Mission. and she has to see it through.

which is why she'll be on the lookout in front of the library after school lets out, approaching any non-Nene people. still just tugging on people's sleeves.]

Can I ask you for a reaaaaaally big favor?

a. April 5th, ~02:45

[ Shirogane had read the message from Arisu and had sent a "What do you mean by gone?" reply in vain. Maybe it was the anticipation of getting a reply or the eerie silence, but Miyuki felt himself succumbing to sleep momentarily. Waking up a couple of hours later to find the forum wiped clean only frustrated him more, and with him looking through everything yet again, trying to figure out if there was some way to get everything back. So if anyone's still awake, they'll find this message on the forum. ]

M.Shirogane

Sorry, I'm still wide awake.
Arisu, if you could clarify more, that'd be helpful.
Anyone else, sorry to keep you awake. It sounds like we should brace for whatever happens tomorrow, but it's hard to ignore this.

[ He'll be awake for maybe another two hours, and will wake up again when the bells ring. ]

b. April 5th, ~07:00

[ Despite the lack of sleep, Shirogane's trying to keep himself as alert and observant as he can. Getting chewed out for 'trespassing' and no one believing the story they had presented to anyone that would listen. With more and more students filing in, one of Shirogane's first stops was the gorinto to see if it was still there and he wound up briefly interacting with the school's student council, asking for two snacks if possible, and pocketing what he's given for the time being. It sounded like there wasn't much time to really dawdle out in the halls, so.

From that point, Shirogane's looking around, looking for someone. Until he pauses and realizes, he doesn't actually... remember who he's looking for? Weird.

If he spots someone he might have seen (or recognized from the before times?), he'll hold up a hand in greeting. ]

Good morning. Are you feeling well this morning?

c. Throughout the Month...

1. [ Despite everything, Shirogane isn't going to miss any classes. Taking the time to go to his literature class, he does show a genuine interest in the class and generally takes notes. Except for during some of the films. If something particularly harrowing or potentially gory starts, he lowers his head as if he's intensely writing something. Upon closer inspection, someone may notice he's quivering a bit.

He's. Not at all a fan of horror. Still, he'll be able to get through it and when the class is over, he'll be a tad bit on edge, sighing to himself. ]

2. [ At some early point in the month, a post'll go up on the forum. ]

M. Shirogane

Good morning. I'm offering after school study sessions after school in the Library. If you can, bring a notebook and something to write with. I'll be looking to share notes if you missed anything.

[ At this point he's become well aware he can't actually speak in the library, much to his chagrin. That's not going to stop him from communicating anyway, as he pages through one of the novels in the school. Otherwise, he's got a notebook and pen flat on a table in front of him. On top he's written the date, and on one line has a clear message. Learned anything today? ]

d. wildcard

[ I'm very open to plotting and such! If anything comes up I may add an additional top-level! Feel free to hit me up

perpendicular or perpendicular#5335! ]

[ wow, for once this school's student council is actually doing something instead of stepping into the student body's affairs and making their lives a little more difficult and dramatic. not that izumi's own situation isn't difficult enough...

they could lower down on the lectures, though. izumi's trying so hard not to roll his eyes at the nth lecture he's gotten about eating enough, and after the stuco member shuffles away, he dangles the food item in front of a nearby fellow transfer student. here, a sweet bread that may or may not be expired yet. ]

Can you like, take this off my hands? I don't eat sweet shit like that.

[ it's just bread, bro ]

ii.

[ the thing about being in a normal japanese high school as opposed to a performing arts academy that excels in churning out idols like livestock is the focus on regular classes. not that they don't take them in yumenosaki, and izumi did take his studies seriously when he was a student - it's just that he doesn't give so much of a cursory shit to stuff like math and history since it's not really the focus of the idol course he was in.

but alas, he has no choice. but he must strap on his goggles for biology nonetheless, as the teacher starts distributing frogs and rats throughout the class. it's when the teacher gives out a pair of pristine green eyes for izumi to dissect, causing izumi to freeze in place for a second, eyes widening in disbelief as he covers his mouth and excuses himself from the room.

he'll be found at the stairwell, trying to calm down. breathe, breathe. ]

iii.

[ on some days of the week, izumi can be found at the sewing room, knitting yarn and needles in hand as he makes himself comfortable in his usual corner. every now and again he gleans at the notebook full of instructions and crude drawings of various knitting knots he took note off beforehand, but overall he kind of looks more at ease, if not deeply concentrated on his work. if anyone does peek over his shoulder he'll find that he's scribbled down plans for a blanket, though for now it looks like he's making a scarf.

feel free to come in and go, he won't mind nor look up at his work for the most part. but he will sit and stare back if someone's going to be nosy in their own way. ]

And what are you staring at? Go make yourself scarce, you're distracting me.

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[ come at me scrublords, im ripped. feel free to pp me at romanticizes if you want something more personalized! otherwise he can be found in class 1-E or either the sewing or cooking rooms at home ec., or at the infirmary to catch some zzz's on an actual bed for once. ]

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A. First Class

[Spring break is over, with the student body and faculty pouring back in! The problem is that there's still no way out of the school, and no actual set-ups for them to sleep. But Ishimaru is quickly distracted by the other thing accompanying this: classes. Actual classes are now in session!

Ishimaru can be seen attending each class, as dutifully as possible! He's taking notes, trying his best with every assignment, and also sulking after finding out that he missed the spring break assignments. Way to start the a new school off on the wrong foot! And in addition to that, one can also find him experiencing a moment of vertigo after another student bleeds in the classroom.

Between classes and during school periods, Ishimaru will seem more energetic and lively than he's been recently. Being able to attend actual classes, unlike at Hope's Peak, has refreshed his energy. During free time, he will excitedly approach others.]

I feel like I have learned so much today! Education truly is incredible. Tell me, how have your classes been going?

B. Find Me at the Club

[Ishimaru can also be found looking over a listing of clubs on a bulletin board. He looks them over with a thoughtful frown, while he wonders which one(s) he should partake in.]

The student council has no openings? How unfortunate. [Now to turn towards the nearest person.] Hello there! Are any of the clubs catching your eye?

C. Loud Auction

[The charity auction also catches Ishimaru's eye! He walks through the auditorium and takes in the different offerings curiously, while contemplating adding something of his own.]

There's quite a few items on display! Some of these things seem too frivolous to spend hard-earned points on, don't you think? [But then, he's not one to care much about gaming consoles or jewelry. Offerings related to education will moreso catch his eye!

Or find him at the end of this journey, at the final case at the back of the auditorium. The moment he sees the body within the case, he drops to his knees and screams as loud as he can!]

N-no! It can't be... It can't be! [He was starting to think it was over. That he was free from all of this! But now... a body has been discovered...?]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt, or hit me up for plotting! His plotting comment is here]

A. Regaining Self

[Certainly White was one of the more charming normies before he woke up, albeit young looking for the school he's now in especially, but now he's got so, so many things to deal with.

One such thing being 2000 years worth of memories, blurred from time and not.

Another being a painful, near unbearable ache in his chest whenever he sees his reflection, though he can't find it in him to shed any tears at the moment. White's very avoiding mirrors when he can, notably focused quite hard on the (pink tinged) water that pours from the faucets. It's weird, but he remembers vastly weirder things in the other world. Home. Yeah.

In any case! He's very much going to keep himself to the side, which might be a little odd to anyone who might've known him prior (and yes, some of his old NPC friends who came into school with him do note this, and try as he may to laugh it off there will be those who ask others to maybe do something nice for the child-like boy), and just

Watch.

Taking note of who acts differently, who acts out in a way that's become vastly abnormal in a sea of those unaware, smiling distantly (but warmly, like a parent overlooking their kids,) and just. Kinda fucking creepy. If White's looked at for too long, or if he catches you looking at him a few times without saying something (not gonna lie, don't blame you for looking over your shoulder,) he'll speak up.]

Fine weather, isn't it?

B. HomeEc

While I am unused to such activities, [because there is no way even before he was into this,] I hope I won't be too much of a bother. Thank you.

[Because you guys are partners! Sort of. He more or less states the above whenever he finds someone in the HomeEc room, eager to get a taste of their food and perhaps, just perhaps, learn a little of his own. He is far too used to getting food handed to him due to his looks though.

And yeah even if you didn't know you were partners before or really didn't want one, White Appears Nonetheless.]

C. Library

[He's learned that this place is like, quiet as a mouse, and therefore makes a most excellent place to sleep. A little nap. White's quite enjoying the fact he doesn't revert to a painting anymore, but it does make him antsy and wander the night more than he should, not quite wanting to be alone -- which is why the library, generally filled or at least dotted with young people hard at work, is ideal to doze in, though certainly the librarian doesn't take kindly to someone taking a spot.

Anyway. White's learned the importance of book cover, and also people cover, so he's most certainly plopping down at the same table (though never right next to someone, notably) with a large book on this or that, far beyond his appearance's reading comprehension, and. Maybe? Maybe reading it.

A look behind the book sometimes shows that he's resting his eyes, but there are generally pages moved from the last spot he was in.]

D. Night Wanderer

[Speaking of.

White doesn't quite like being alone, but he's often left in the middle of the night as such. Wandering about, it almost feels nightmareish like with the lack of sound. At least the PDA is. A thing. Even if he doesn't fully understand it, he sort of gets what the dear Sage was on about with regards to "smartphones".

At least before midnight he's got his voice, he's got the chance to speak to others, and he'll certainly peek around the corner like an inquisitive little kid (with far too wise eyes) to find someone to bother. Choose your battlespace and beware.]

E. Wildcard

[and anything else that might go here! he's got a plotting/cr comment here as well if you wanna chitchat

1. a good deed (open — nurse's office)

( it's not the first time norton's pitched in to helping out in a medical setting.

though he's mostly just finding busywork to do—simple tasks that the nurse just doesn't have the time or energy to focus on with a revolving door of ill and injured students passing through. tidying, relaying messages, occasionally norton will sit and keep company with a student who's waiting to go home. one thing he's not allowed to do yet is actually treat students, which is a shame, because he's actually pretty decent at that part. regardless, he is the only one in sight when someone else steps into the room, raising his eyes to meet theirs. )

Sorry, the nurse is busy with something urgent right now.

( sports club injury. looked pretty bad. even so, norton will pause, expectant. )

Can I ask if you're sick or injured?

2. work record (open — cooking room)

( otherwise, norton is pretty quick to get to work with testing out some of the instructions he's been given from their faculty advisor. he must look like a pretty great student right about now, real passionate about camping and outdoorsmanship—spent probably over an hour practically interrogating the poor guy on how different water filtration setups worked. can't be helped, though; he won't pretend like he hasn't noticed those faint traces of pink tinting his water. today, he's hoping that this'll give him the comfort of mind that he can stop burning merit points on juice because he can't bring himself to drink the water.

so anyway, he's just finished eating a banana in the cooking room, blending up the peel after. he'll scrape the contents into the little setup he has—a fresh coffee filter set up over a glass jar—and begin to pour the pitcher of water through the banana-filter. not super impressive, no, but norton looks pretty focused.

anybody nearby who hasn't interrupted him this far will notice him sparing a glance in their direction. staring at his new fresh banana water for a long moment, he'll consider it before turning his attention back to them and gesturing absently to his jar. )

What do you think? Does it look better...?

3. wildcard

feel free to let me know if you want to work out anything else! i can be contacted through pm or plurk.

[ a // but she's a good girl! ]

[ Nene blinks owlishly as she's scolded- that. Had clearly not gone as she'd hoped. Like, at all. But it... confirmed something: the faculty had no idea that students were trapped, and were unprepared for it. Now the question was if they would believe them? Unable to hide the pout at being scolded, Nene sighs. ]

We might need to think of a cover story...

[ b // after the entrance ceremony ]

The principal didn't show up... I wonder what happened?

[ She doesn't dare bring up the fact that they could not move, could not speak-- it felt like they were all dolls arranged for playtime by a child's imaginary school. They could fidget at best, and that was it. To those that realized it, they didn't need the reminder. To those that hadn't, they didn't need the realization. So instead, she stays for a few minutes to engage in... 'gossip'. ]

[ c // worrying observations ]

Hey, have you noticed that the others are coming in in... kinda bad shape?

[ As she speaks, she's watching one of the local students shrug off a cut matched with a rather nasty bruise. More and more, with slowly increasing severity. but she doesn't know what to make of it. ]

[ d // mirror, mirror ? ]

[ At some point in the month you might notice Nene walking out of the bathroom a shade paler than usual. It turns out that when you're used to haunted bathrooms and mirrors, you pick up on some things fast. Part of her had expected her own displaced reflection to reach out and grab for her... ]

Um- have... you noticed anything weird about your reflection?

[ e // is it a body being discovered if it's on display? ]

[ When the body is first put up on display, her breath hitches in her chest. For a moment she sees Ala- where did she go, after that first day?- but it becomes clear that it... isn't. It isn't. She feels horrible on some level for being relieved. Though she takes on a frightful pallor, Nene is able to make her way out of the auditorium and by God she wishes she could leave and get some fresh air. ]

T-they look so real... I've never...

[ She's seen people (Aoi) turned into dolls. She's been in dangerous situations. She even knows... she... ... She's friends with ghosts. But she's never seen a body like that before. And it's... for sake. ]

[ f // wildcard ]

[ Take a look at my plotting post or throw an idea out! You can also hit me up in a PM or at

amity_rose if you want. ]

Detention

[So. Noah is in trouble.

Honestly, how does one get detention during the first week of school being in session? The answer to that question is simple: by actively refusing to do his homework and then getting in an argument with his math teacher about the reasons why. Said argument included riveting talking points such as "I don't want to do it" and "it's not important", nothing too insightful into the psyche of Noah Ebalon, but definitely just enough to get him on that teacher's Shit List.

He's not particularly miffed by that point. What he's miffed about is finding out what "detention" is, since he never went to a real high school. This is the equivalent of the time outs he'd get when he was five! Come on!

The teacher in the room expects Noah to be catching up on his math homework, and while he's got a pen in his hand, he's not actually doing homework. He seems to be... drawing? Doodling, more like.

...and then his pen dies on him, so he turns to the nearest student who's with him in ~~time out~~ detention and asks quietly, so not to alert the teacher,]

H-hey, can I borrow a pen from you?

Biology

[Alright. So. Among the things Noah has done, frog dissections are not one of them. A kid who comes from a world as dangerous as his, who's used to fighting off mutants and dealing with the horrors of genetic experimentation should be fine with this though, right?

Wrong.

Noah does, in fact, look paler than usual, which says quite a lot. See, there's a big difference between cutting something open because it's trying to kill you and cutting something open to poke around in its insides. One of those is objectively more morbid, obviously.

So. In what seems to be the biggest conundrum of his life, Noah is sitting there with scalpel in-hand, staring down at this poor frog that's strapped to the tray by its little froggy ankles, wondering if he's going to make it through class today.]

Ugh.

[He'll be fine, maybe.]

Auction

[To be honest, Noah doesn't know what to give to this charity auction. It's not like he has anything much of value. But it would also be remiss of him not to give something away, right? That said, he's currently wandering between the items in cases, trying to get some sort of idea. The pictures of food catch his interest, but Noah doesn't trust himself to cook something that actually tastes good. Maybe he can donate vending machine snacks... there have to be hungry kids who want chocolate bars, right?

That sounds lame, though, so he continues walking around. A book would be good to donate if he had one. Can he buy one somewhere with his whole like, three merit points? It's not like he has any other money on him. Or maybe he can donate one of the textbooks he doesn't want? That'll get him detention again, but it sounds funny on the tin.

All in all, this seems to be a weirdly normal auction for a totally-not-normal school, and—

ohholyfucknoit'snot—

Noah does a triple-take to make sure what he's seeing is actually what he's seeing, jumping at least a foot back in his shock and quite nearly knocking over a case nearby. He's white as a sheet, fists clenched at his sides, as he takes in the sight of what appears to be a corpse.

A corpse. Donated like any other object. What. The fuck.]

Th...this... cannot be real.

[he says aloud, but he knows better. It's absolutely real, and he cannot tear his eyes away.]

wildcard

[Surprise me! Or if you want I live here on plurk:

wolfchan]

a. all the lengthening hours in the refinery, belching fire into the sky
[You'd think that someone like Gudako would spend most of her off hours aimlessly roaming the school, maybe halfheartedly studying or putting some work into investigating the horrorshow that she's trapped it.

But instead, she's basically set up camp in the shop, doing... something. Maybe you've come here because you're getting tired of the constant whirring and grinding of the machines disrupting your sleep. Maybe you have your own shop project you want to work on after the "normal" students have departed.

Whatever the case, once you enter the workshop, you're confronted with a baffling sight: a massive pile of screws, wood fasteners, and other pieces of scrap metal arranged in a loose tower on one of the tables, next to a spiral-bound notebook full of furious scribbles in near-illegible handwriting. On the table across from it are a pile of... stones? Are those the stones the shrines were made out of?

Ritsuka herself is crouched down, rummaging through a few drawers in evident search of... something.]

Oh, hey! [she says without turning around.] If you have the time, do you think you could do me a favor? There should be at least a few more packs of nuts and bolts somewhere around here but I can't find them; could you help me look?

[What in the blazes is going on here.]

b. we do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry
[Is there anything as shifty as getting tapped on the shoulder in the middle of the crowd?

Well, it's significantly less shifty if it's someone with such an overbearingly optimistic face as Ritsuka, but still. Once the school's been cleared, she taps one of her fellow transfer students on the shoulder, and while her wide grin is somewhat reassuring there's an undercurrent of genuine seriousness in her voice when she says,] Can you follow me to the clock tower? I found something... important. And it might make our lives a lot easier.

Or, er, not easier, but it'll at least give us one less thing to be paranoid about.

c. the fire engines cry
[Really, it's Ritsuka's fault for buying it. "The Seven Mysteries" are already a tired tradition and stuff like "the piano plays itself" is an even more tired variation on one of them. But Ritsuka doesn't exactly have a lot of leads and it's the most overtly supernatural thing here and what else is she supposed to do sit on her hands and draw more magic circles? With her teeth, presumably, because she can't use her hands?

But still, it's kinda frustrating to just... sit in the piano room for hours on end, glaring at the thing and daring it to play itself, only to get nothing. With no other path forward, Ritsuka crawls under it, opening it up, and-

Begins coughing like a terminal patient as a torrent of dust is released on her lungs, hacking up her entire esophagus as she flails around on the floor.

This would be an embarrassing thing to walk in on for sure.]

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≪ all april ; hiding places ≫
( While his search isn't going to really drum up anything interesting, Natsume can be found knocking surreptitiously on classroom walls, chalkboards, in the hallway, and so on and so forth. He's leaning in like he's listening for something, and...

...well, whatever he's listening for sure doesn't seem like it's happening, considering the frown on his face.

Half of the time when the bell rings, he'll head to the nurse's office and claim headache and ask for a private bed; once the curtains are up, he's just gonna be tinkering with his PDA. Come bother him, fellow class-skippers.

The other half of the time, he's just gonna be in the crawl space between the first and second floors, skimming the forums on his PDA. )

≪ all april ; the seven mysteries of yogen ≫
( "The anatomy model in the science room moves on its own." "If you go by the music room late after school, you can hear someone playing the piano - but nobody's there if you look in." "I heard that if you go up to the rooftop at night, you can see the ghost of a girl who took her life after she was rejected by her crush." —

What ordinary mysteries. Boring, ordinary mysteries you can find in any school, even the one he comes from. He stops asking after them once it becomes clear they aren't anything spectacular - not that they usually are, but considering what's been going on here over spring break he had a little more hope that maybe they were worth checking out...

...like, all that being said, he's still checking them out. Except he can't get into the science room, and the rooftop is also off-limits, so "sitting outside of the music room all night" it is. Catch him after midnight and he'll have a candle from the janitor's closet lit for light, a pen, and the free notebook from his locker out to talk with. )

≪ april 12th - 23rd ; fortune-telling ≫
( As promised, during lunch and for a few hours after-school, Natsume can be found in 2-D divining the future and more for two weeks! You get three choices :)

He has a pack of playing cards for cartomancy, which he'll do a spread of three cards to suss out your past, present, and future - though if he's asked about a specific topic, the three cards will then correlate to the topic at hand.

If you don't believe in the heart of the cards, then try some tasseomancy! A lover of tea and of making his own herbal blends (though he can't really do that now, oh no), Natsume naturally has "borrowed" an electric kettle, some cups, and loose-leaf tea. The nice thing about this one is that you get a free drink out of it! Unfortunately, all water is from the tap, or from the vending machines.

Last but not least, while Natsume is without his trusty crystal ball, his favored instrument in reading the future... he does have the ability to peer into your life through the lines in your hand via palmistry. Here's your excuse for some hand-holding you touch-starved cretins— )

≪ early april ; shooting the shit ≫
( aka requisite pda prompt 1 )

Would Anyone Like To Play A Game?
The Rules Are Simple. We'll Go Back And Forth Listing Three Things: Two Lies, And One Truth. The First Person To Correctly Guess Which One Is The Truth Wins.
The Prize...
Is A Secret ☆

≪ late april ; do you want to buy a body? it doesn't have to be a body ≫
( aka requisite pda prompt 2 )

Regarding The Charity Auction:
For Starters, They Do Not Allow Anything Too Dangerous To Be Submitted, So If You Were Considering Donating Something That Might Lead To Death Or Injury, Think Again.
Secondly,
Is There Anything You're Interested In Bidding On?
The "Doll" Aside. I'm Sure Many Of Us Are Interested In That.

≪ wildcard ≫
( anything else! he's just going to be shifty and shady around school, as you are. making bombs and fiddling with his PDA to work on making it turn off or blow up or something if someone other than him tries to unlock it. for more specific stuff, you can get at me

coordination )

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♡ option one - april 5th; 00:01 ( username: h. inaba )

[Inaba, being the technogeek that she is - not to mention that she's also the kind of person that actually stays up at the late hours, being a night owl - manages to see the message and while old ones have disappeared after midnight... that doesn't mean that she doesn't have things she wants to ask.

Which is why she decides to text out:]

I assume that nobody recognized the name from the message that showed up a while ago?

♡ option two - april 5th; after school ( loc: hallways )

[If there's anything that Inaba finds herself rather good at... it's trying to keep to herself in the shadows, not wanting to get into trouble. It's why she winds up going to the ceremony, attending classes, answering things rather easily and even talking to the other students and trying to engage with them.

In fact, she almost seems to blend in too well.

Being normal outside of...

... strange circumstances...

It helps.

... But - that's only during the school hours. Once all of the normal students and staff are gone, which is when she finds herself sighing.

What a pain in the ass, she can't help but think. If she passes by any of her fellow 'transfer students', she'll wear a smile, trying not to worry anyone. Can't have people be concerned over her!]

[Gotta be a good senpai. More importantly, getting in trouble and ruining reputations might cause even more trouble for them...

Although there are definitely those that are older than her.]

♡ option three - various days; after school ( loc: home economics )

10 o'clock in the evening

little

♡ option wildcard

[Want to play anything else? People can run into Inaba taking a bunch of notes - and stock about pretty much everything, and she can also be found in classroom tinkering with the PDA, too. Other than that, I'm pretty open to a lot - check out my plotting post for more, or hit me up at

tsundereban. I'm willing to write up custom starts, so hmu.]

Edited 2021-04-05 03:27 (UTC)

1. rat boy winter (1 person, limited cat treats — 4th floor)

( with the news about the auction, komaeda's nothing more that curious about the outcome. a body withheld in a case for them to have — how exciting, it makes him wonder how they managed to keep it in such a pristine condition! as long as he goes to class and do what he needs, they should be able to find out soon. once it's over, komaeda begins to clean up his mess and once done, he figures that he'll stop by to check on lily may and offer her a treat (one he's carrying in his left pocket).

well..

that's until he hears something scratching in a box nearby. upon closer inspection, he finds a fat, white rat with spots and a brown circle around its left eye, inside. komaeda picks it up, contemplates what he should do, and decides to drop it in his pocket without a care. he could free it somewhere else, or maybe put it in the ceiling with the rest of the rats he's seen. it's an idea, and when he digs into his pocket to check on the creature — it's empty...?

there's nothing left between the rat and the cat treat, but a chewed out hole in his signature jacket. he glances down on the floor by his feet, and then turns around to see the rat skittering down the hall. komaeda sighs, taking a step forward until he sees a sharp gleam of eyes staring around the corner of the hall — lily may, the school's white cat is already on the prowl.

as unlucky as this is, komaeda needs to get to the rat before she does, and he's already running — a brisk walk because god know he can't run — as he notices the rat crawling up someone's leg. komaeda drops to his knees, grabbing at the person's pants leg in hopes that he can grab the rat (and get his treat back), but unluckily, he's too slow so he's holding someone's leg as the rat crawls further up. lily may, however, uses komaeda as her stepping stool by hopping onto his back, and then jumping straight into the victim's face (claws first) before settling on their shoulder in hopes to cut the rat off.

hunger. )

2. village freak (open — 3rd floor)

( he's feeling generous in a way, aware that a few students are hungry from the long period of two weeks where there was only so much food. during that time, he had happened to stumbled on a certain amount of food.. how lucky. now, it's a variety between cheese, stinky cheese that's been cut into blocks (for people with the acquired taste), nuts, dried fruit, cereal, popcorn kernels, and jellybeans. cat kibble too, if anyone wants to eat that.. not only that, there's a collar with a leash connected right next to the food.

anyway, he's set up right next to the music room where all the fresh food's set up in little bags in front of him. the thing about this is that komaeda's picky about what he likes to eat, so he doesn't mind letting half of this go to other classmates. he really doesn't care who he asks as long as he gets someone's attention, and maybe that person already knows that he's a freak so... they can keep walking if they're unsure. )

Aha! You, have you eaten properly?

( he asks, smiling softly as he picks up a bag of cheese, and then a bag with dried fruit after to show. he sets them back down after confirming what he's trying to do. )

As an Outside Survival Club Member, it's my duty to make sure that you understand the tips and tricks of... survival!

3. slay (open — school wide forum; un: n.komaeda)

i want to apologize to whoever was viewing the body with me this morning! i bet you didn't expect the ceiling lights to come crashing down...
that was really unlucky, and i hope you're safe.
now, if you're still alive, let's go back and check it out!
it's not every day we can witness hope in its rawest form!

( yes, that sounds a little bit insane, but he's doing his best in trying to make ammeds with the person who almost got flattened! it was just an unlucky circumstance, but who knows, maybe something lucky will happen if they go back?

or, maybe someone wants to call him a freak, just as valid. )

4. wildcard

( if you have something you want to throw at me, by all means go ahead! you can reach me by pm or sakasaki and we can hash things out! )

- I didn't bother with a plotting comment since I'm late-ish, but feel free to comment on the ooc intro or pm me.

I. ARRIVAL-ISH [4/5]
(post entrance ceremony)

[Fuck, it's cold. Jiro leaves the small group of kids huddled by the doorway; one keeping a lookout because they're all smoking, and they're probably up to no good in general. He heads inside to get his jacket from his locker, but once he enters the building, he's struck by the realisation he's not supposed to be here, or is he? He stands there in confusion for moment, recalling what he believes to be his real life, and then some odd memories of a much more mundane existence that should be perceived as the more likely of real lives, but it isn't. This shit is fucked up and he's trapped in some mononoke's illusion bullshit again. He'll figure it out; there has to be something that will stand out as an exit.

He heads towards the lockers as he had originally intended to do, walking down the hallway and apparently talking to himself, irritated that he doesn't seem to be getting any responses. He stops at his locker, upon which is a black cat. It's skinnier than he one he expects to find, with no markings on its back, but Jiro doesn't pick up on that right away, yelling at the animal as soon as he catches sight of it.]

The fuck are you doing just sitting around!? We're- who the fuck are you?

[No answers are forthcoming, and the cat remains on his locker, watching. The more Jiro looks at it, the more familiar it seems, but in a different way. Like the memories of this school. It's been here, for however long... and he's never tried to have a conversation with it, always one-sided like a normal person talking to the school cat. Not someone who expected a response. Jiro growls and opens his locker to dig through it. Nothing that explains what the fuck is happening. He ignores the notebook and the extra uniform, instead pulling out clothes he would actually wear; blue track pants with a stripe down the sides, a white t-shirt with an 8-ball on it, and black crocs - along with the jacket he'd came in for, a puffy retro black one with a neon green zipper that looks like something from the 90's he'd find in a thrift store. Underneath the shoes, he finds the bag of snacks. Shrimp crackers, nice.]

You want some?

[He'll get changed right there in the hallway because this is some illusion, setting half of a cracker on top of the lockers for the cat.]

II. FILM STUDIES

[This class is one Jiro doesn't have to be corralled into attending. Watching movies for a couple hours is fine, even if the desk chairs are uncomfortable. During the opening credits for Child's Play, he drags an unused desk closer to him to prop his feet on; it squeaks and scratches along the floor. He's never seen this, or many movies, and he continually makes loud remarks about any number of things; the shitty lightning effects, that possession doesn't work that way, the doll has an annoying voice...]

III. BIOLOGY

[He's horrified, looking like he wants to vomit when the dead frog is set in front of him. Instead of doing so, Jiro carefully picks up the poor little guy and sets him aside gently on his desk before grabbing the now-empty tray and throwing it at the biology teacher.]

What the fuck is wrong with you!? How many frogs have you fucking murdered!? They scream! Did you know that!? I'm gonna dissect YOU, you piece of shit!

[This is maybe assault.]

IV. WILDCARD
Anything goes - I'll roll with it!

( ɪ. ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀʀʀʀ )

[ Naegi isn't much of an artist so when he puts up his sign to advertise the Workout Club, it's not very eye-catching. The words are in giant block letters and there's a stick figure in the corner?? Look, he's the Ultimate Good Luck/Hope, not the Ultimate Poster Maker, go complain somewhere else. ]

[ But he knows that it's not very attractive so he has to stand in front of the board and convince people to sign up. A club needs six people to be made... he just needs to rope in a few. Okay... he can do this!! ]

[ ... he's trying to ease into a conversation before he actually goes all car salesman on the person, okay. ]

( ɪɪ. ɪᴛ's ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɢᴇʀʀʀʀ )

[ And if he's asked what the club is all about... ]

[ He has absolutely no idea what he's doing because he hasn't exercised a day in his life, asides from P.E. class. He's trying his best though. ]

( ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ )

[ just a simple top-level to get the club established! i'll put up a log later involving the actual club if we reach six members! and also when naegi's eye is ~officially~ gone :') ]

I. Recollection
[It'd taken Jun longer to regain his old memories than the other transfer students . He hadn't questioned the strange opening ceremony, and the unsettling signs around them. He blended in with the rest of the unsuspecting student population. That is, until after lunch, when he comes back to class in a daze, half-dragged by some other classmates who don't see to notice his strange behavior. He gets dropped off at his seat, where he spends the entire class period not paying attention to anything going on. Because you know, it's hard to focus when you suddenly recall your very traumatic life, and you also realize you are now in a school that's not your old high school and everything is really off.

It's only when the bell rings does he snap out of it, blinking as the other students are already getting up to leave]

Huh? Class is over?

[Uh ok then]

II. Cooking in Home Economics
[Jun never involved himself with clubs back in his old school, so it doesn't occur to himself to do so here. Instead he spends his free time after school trying to get a read on the situation. Overall? Not good! Really really not good!

Eventually, he gives up the search and opts to find sustenance. He winds up with the cooking club, cooking some eggs he found in the classroom fridge. It's a pretty simple dish, but he knows what he's doing. If you're nearby and looking rather famish, he'll try offering]

Do you want some?

III. Wildcard
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⋯ I. LOCKERS

A.

[ It isn't long after 6 AM on a school day, while everyone's still groggy from being woken inevitably by the resounding tolls of the clock in the tower, that Saihara can be seen fiddling with something inside the space of his locker. Something that requires him to be half-stuffed inside apparently, his shoulders barely visible as they move from time to time with.. whatever he's doing in there. It's difficult to tell, since he's keeping an eye behind him now and then, and as soon as someone approaches he pulls himself up.

Though maybe, just maybe, right before he closes the door back up, the corners of a few slips of paper of various colors and sizes can be glimpsed, taped to the inner walls of the locker. He tucks something away in his pocket, before turning to whoever's approached if they're looking, and the dark circles under his eyes make it plenty apparent he's had no sleep last night. ]

Ah... good morning.

[ It's a little hesitant... and it seems there's a pause that looks almost guilty before he can glance at whoever the person is. Why is he being like this? Who knows? Maybe if it's someone trustworthy enough, he might tell. ]

B.

[ On another morning, however, it might be him who spots somebody else while he's walking away, a thoughtful frown on his face as the school-issued notebook from his locker is tucked against his chest. He holds it with fingers that dig just a little too heavily against the cover, almost denting it around the edge. Pale as a sheet, it's like he's seen a ghost, though he somewhat fixes that part as soon as he isn't alone.

After a moment of hesitation, he walks closer with careful steps, studying whoever's there before he talks. ]

Sorry, this question might end up sounding a little weird, but... There was one of these notebooks in your locker too, right? If you're okay with that... there's something I kind of want to compare.

⋯ II. MUSIC ROOM

A.

[ It's usually in the evenings after the regular students go home, but Saihara has made it a habit of sorts, almost like an involuntary trip he ends up making on occasion, to visit the music room and spend a little time in there. He doesn't do much; he usually just stands in one place with his gaze trained on the piano found inside, or sometimes he might be seen lightly tracing the keys with his fingers, or checking out the lock in the seat (which, of course, can't be opened).

If someone walks in, they might catch him with the tiniest start of surprise, before he turns with a soft move. His gaze seems to linger for only a second over his shoulder, for just one last look at the piano before he turns to whoever it is. ]

...Sorry. Do you need to use the room? I'm not... really doing anything, I can go if I'm getting in the way.

B.

[ Or alternately... maybe somebody's playing the piano?

In which case, Saihara will drop everything he's doing if he happens to be close enough to hear it, including maybe a conversation with other people. The way he runs towards the sound seems nothing sort of frantic, uncontrolled, almost as if he's desperately hoping to see something he's been looking for. So it's not really a surprise if the door opens loudly, the handle slipping from his shaky hands with a clatter.

Short of breath from the sudden sprint, he just stands there at the door, half-clinging to the frame as he peers inside. ]

Aka--

[ It's the only syllable that escapes his lips, before he cuts himself off abruptly because, yeah. Whoever's inside is clearly not who he's looking for. ]

⋯ III. AUCTION DISPLAY CASES

[ "You've been reading way too many mysteries, man."

"Yeah, calm down. Aren't you just tired? You should get some rest in the nurse's office."

An exchange between a couple of students who happen to be from 2-C, which is taking place... after Saihara's unfortunate choice to argue about the large display case. There's no way that's a doll!? Damn it. Why doesn't anyone else seem to acknowledge it's a real person? The more the rest of the students from his class, whom he'd kind of... just followed here without expecting this, seem intent on not believing him, the more he doubts himself.

Is there something wrong with him? ]

Dammit...! I messed up, I shouldn't have said that.

[ He lets that out on a frustrated breath, as soon as he's grasped the situation enough to realize he's been led away by a couple of his classmates, concerned for his well-being. They leave him alone somewhere close to the exit, not without a few last words of concern about how he ought to step out for a bit... Now he can't go back, or they'll probably just chase him away again.

He thinks quickly, approaching the first familiar figure he remembers from among those trapped during spring break, who seems close enough to have witnessed what happened. He doesn't know if they've seen the case yet, or even... how they see it... But this is the only chance he's got. ]

Ah, do you think... you could distract my classmates for a minute? Sorry, there's just... something I have to look at, no matter what. I promise I'll let you know what I find.

[ Sure, he could wait until later, but... There's a possibility someone might mess with it first. Or actually change it for a doll. Hopefully the other "transfer student" he's speaking to can infer the urgency without him saying it, because he doesn't explain but he complements it with a serious, pleading look. This is important. ]

⋯ IV. WILDCARD

[ i mean it when i say this, but genuinely, feel free to hit me up with anything else you can think of! if it works for you, you're welcome to nab any detail or idea from my plotting comment, or contact me on plurk at garlemald to hash something out. i'm also willing to write a closed starter for you if there's something you'd like to do! ]

a.

[There was a bit of a commotion when the body was revealed – "transfer students" having some very understandable freakouts, the other students doing their best to brush it all off. For anyone who's interacted with him for even a minute, it seems exactly like Kokichi's brand of chaos.

But if anyone glances his way at that moment, Kokichi is silent and blank-faced. Watching intently as others argue about the body being real or try to get at it only to be ushered away, his expression is completely unreadable – at odds with his typically nearly histrionic manner. He doesn't seem out of it or anything, just...observing. Something is going on in his head, and he's clamped down hard on any physical reactions that might give it away.]

b.

[After that, Kokichi becomes a model student.

Well, nearly. He's still quick to tease and cause mischief, loud and seemingly unbothered by the whole "trapped in a murderschool" thing. But he tones it down during class, doing all his work even if it's dotted with doodling, saving his interjections for relevant class discussions. He's hardly Ishimaru, but somehow, unexpectedly, the gremlin is near the top of class rankings. He even puts on a sweet face for the teachers, chatting them up and helping with little things while doing so, like helping to carry something while chattering their ears off. It's not a complete 180, but it reframes his antics. At least to the teachers, he seems more like a bright kid with too much energy and not enough challenge.

Maybe he was just understandably stressed those first few days and acting out? That'd be a reasonable conclusion, right? So maybe it's no big deal when he approaches you randomly, an innocent smile on his face.]

Hey, hey, can I borrow your PDA really quick? Just for a sec!

c.

[Kokichi's a scrawny kid, barely over five feet tall and only managing a hundred pounds if he was soaking wet. But hey, he's a growing boy, so it shouldn't be too surprising to find him suddenly popping up when one is using the vending machine, slumping against their back and peeking over their shoulder (and likely having to hop or stand on his tiptoes to do it), his voice whiny and childish.]

I think I'm dying...hey, buy me something? Pretty pleaseee? You don't wanna be responsible for my death, right?

d.

[Or, alternatively, one might catch him by the lockers after everything's gone quiet for the night, crouching in front of one of the locker doors. At a glance, it probably looks like he's just fumbling with what one would assume is his own locker. But he's taking quite a long time to do it, focusing hard as he turns the combination lock delicately, just a single number at a time.

Normally, he'd probably hear someone approaching. But in this weird silence, it's hardly his fault if someone manages to sneak up in his blind spot, right?]

wildcard.

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Locker
[Shoto stands with his locker open, back to the everyone. There's some low murmuring before he pulls away to look around. Trying to catch someone's eye. Then it's back to looking in the locker for another moment before he tries again.]

Ah. [Stepping out from the locker, it's clear that he keeps things organized. There's just one thing that stands out. A frog.]

Do you know how to take care of a frog?

[Did he steal it from the science room? Sort of.]

Throughout April: Classroom
[Being a good student was important. No matter what class it was, Shoto is sitting up with rapt attention. Taking notes. Answering when called on. Otherwise being rather quiet in class. He's more than willing to help out with studying if asked.

It's the science classes that Shoto struggles with. Dissecting was not something he wants to do. Not with having a froggy friend now. The scalpel gets handed to whoever his partner is.]

I'll take notes.

Charity Auction
[Nothing seems very appealing except the homemade food. And the fishing lessons. Something practical to do on a day off. Shoto is tempted to bid on those things just for the novelty of it. He's not expecting to win anything after all.

The body, though, will be stared at for a good few minutes. Memories of those who were badly injured or dead flash through his mind and he knows this wasn't just some puppet. It looked far to realistic to be anything but a real body. This was the job for a detective or a hero to figure out how and why, yet this wasn't exactly home... There's clear frustration on his face as Shoto just glares at the case. Someone is far from happy about this.]

Wildcard
[Can't find something to tag? Hit me with anything or come to me at

chromatus! PMs are fine too. Shoto is in class 3-A, and isn't in a club just yet. He might check out the bulletin board often trying to make a choice. There really isn't a preferred hangout spot, so he can be found anywhere.]

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