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April event
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
OOC
- ✽ Refer to the npc contact page for which students and faculty are currently available for interaction. The assistance principal will do what she can to accommodate the characters stuck inside the school, but the extent of her help will depend on what is asked of her and how interactions with her go.
- ✽ The body does not seem to change or rot inside the case, and most npc students will unconvincingly express their belief that it's just a very life-like doll. Closer investigation of the body will not be available until next month, if a character manages the winning bid. Merit points earned are handwaved at player discretion, within reason.
- ✽ The plot will only move forward as things are discussed and acted upon, and clues distributed during app acceptances are meant to be shared and connected, so don't be afraid to ask questions and dig into things! I am here to enable.
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Mm, I guess we are...
[Not sure how to feel about that.]
Sometimes, in a sense. [Not sure how else to describe tracking Rem.] Though mostly I focus on sealing rifts between reality and the spiritual realm, and combating any demons and other hostile beings that come from those rifts.
[That's not the exact terminology, but if this guy is from a different world...well, it's just simpler to give the easier to understand explanation. Not like it matters]
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—Mr. Jun, you are quite the busy bee at home, aren’t you...?! A jack of all trades, huh? G-goodness.
[ he is a little Concerned but he’ll keep it to himself (for now)... ]
So you’re saying you fight demons...? They cross over from, ah... rifts? Do you think a rift like that could be responsible for something like this - pulling us into a different world...?
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Yes, I also attend high school. Though, it's a normal one compared to this.
[So yeah his schedule is basically FULL all the time and if it's not he fills it with anime]
Hm, it's very likely. Though this situation is quite different from what I usually handle, so I can't pinpoint yet the exact cause.
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...he knows already how he feels about this, but he simply nods his head along in understanding. ]
So, do you think this might tie in with 'demons,' somehow? [ maybe Abel was accidentally right and Jun might have a better grasp on the situation than he thought... if this was a byproduct of a 'rift,' or along the veins of the magic he's used to. ] In that case, does that mean, ah. Maybe one is responsible for all this?
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That would be an easy answer, wouldn't it...?
[He's not saying no, but it's clear he's not convinced it's as simple as that.]
...Tell me Father, have you looked at the school rules?
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--You saw that too?! [ ...yes Abel, clearly, ] I-isn't that... I mean, it's been quite a while since I've happened across that particular, um... you know, ah-- set of 'rules to live by' but I knew they were familiar...
[ and not in the good way, ]
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...You can say it, it won't summon him. They're from the Satanic Bible.
[Jun puts his hand on his hip.]
Putting it that way, it sounds like clear evidence, right? But that's the thing... the Satanists that use those rules don't actually worship the Devil. The Orden investigated them in the 1960's, and they're just atheists that use Satan as a counter-culture symbol to Christianity. Some practice magic, but most of that is...uh, fake crap. Of course, most Christians don't realize that since "Satanist" is such a loaded word.
Meaning...while it's still possible the Devil's involved, I'm more inclined to believe our culprit wants us to think he is.
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That is an abhorrently long time ago... [ just future things... ] But I suppose it makes sense, when you explain it like that. Still... the demons of the Catholicism in my world seem quite different from the 'demons' capable of creating rifts in yours. Maybe the 'Satan,' 'Devil' and 'demons' might also be different in this world, right? We might be dealing with something neither of us know.
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He makes a mental note of it, but more important...]
...How could there be demons in your Catholicism if there's no magic or supernatural in your world? There'd just be stories and superstitions, wouldn't they?
[Abel you're seeming sus]
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[ you know, being branded as a heretic and being dragged away by the Inquisition isn't high on his to-do list so, just in case, he better word it that way. you never know who bust the doors down one of these days. ]
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....Are vampires a real problem on your Earth?
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Yes? I mean... well. Yes, I-- wait, so... there aren't any vampires on your earth, Mr. Jun?
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Yeah, though they're not like the eloquent sexy vampires you see in fiction. They're just a type of Greed - that's the catch-all term for monsters and demons that come from those rifts.
They're dangerous to fight, for sure, but they aren't the highest ranked in terms of danger levels by a long shot.
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he's trying to cover his reaction as a cough behind his hand, suffocating the overwhelming urge to laugh-- oh my god, oh my god, ]
F... fair enough, fair enough, th-that's... [ A-AHEM, ] Interesting! That's very inter... [ PFF-- ] --interesting! Aha. Th... then, ah. Our worlds are quite different, it seems...!
no subject
Meanwhile he's like "....?" Did he say something weird]
Is that so? What are vampires like in your world?
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Ah? W-well. [ ahem!! get it together Nightroad, ] They like to keep to themselves, mostly... but they're like you and me, I'd say? They aren't 'demons' in the typical sense, but... there are occasionally incidents of vampires attacking humans outside of the Empire. Tensions have been quite strained with them for decades.
[ they're absolutely sexy eloquent fiction vampires Jun ]
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[There's a pause. A heavy pause.
They both know what his next question is going to be.]
So...are they sexy like the stories say?
1/2
is the most loaded question he has ever been asked in his life, and he can somehow feel that Astha will know how he answers and be fully prepared to end him in every single imaginable way possible depending on how he replies, ]
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[ leaning in, discreetly... as if there's anyone else in this classroom with the door closed... ]
Absolutely. I don't think I've ever seen an ugly vampire. J-just don't tell anyone I said that, or I'll be burned alive as a heretic and then my insides will be used as a rope to hang my corpse outside the Vatican or something, okay...? Yes, there's a good lad. [ pat patting his shoulder... look this is just GUY talk he can totally trust Jun, right, ]
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I....don't think the Vatican would react that extreme over that opinion, Father.
[Maybe in the olden days but also he has a feeling if his Vatican was that unchill this dude would've been burned alive a long time ago]
Anyway, if they aren't demons, then what are they?
1/2
Hung by my entrails, Mr. Jun. Hopefully? After I'm lit on fire.
[ .....they may have gone backwards quite a bit, since the whole Armageddon thing, ]
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Well... this will probably earn me just as much a death sentence as calling them attractive would, so keep this between us too, would you? But. They're just as human as you or me, really...! Vampirism isn't something anyone truly understands, but... they're not monsters. They're just people looking to make a living in the world like anyone else.
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...But the church would rather everyone saw them as demons.
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[ 'yes' without saying 'yes,' as it were. ]
It's natural to be scared of things we don't understand, right? And we've been separated for hundreds of years, told to live in fear of one another. But some day soon we'll bridge that gap... things are changing for the better, bit by bit, so-- please don't think the situation is too glum, would you? I have faith...!
[ ... ah, he's gotten off track, ]
Um-- anyway, there's hope that one day I can be openly friends with sexy vampires, is basically what I'm trying to tell you.
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Well...that was a nice sentiment until that last part. You don't have to keep calling them sexy.
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