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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.

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.

Comments

[expio]

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! ]

iv

[befreiung]

[ Abel might have seen Ain around, heard the rumours about a sickly student... who's apparently wandered here next to him. The Henir marks on his skin are painfully visible, his expression empty and vacant; dead.

Then he walks forward, past Abel, and begins to bang on the glass case, trying to break out the person inside. ]

[expio]

[ Ain definitely stands out among the crowds of more "every day" students, and isn't hard to pick out as a "transfer" - but more noteworthy than his appearance is the emptiness his expression conveys.

the priest is momentarily lost to his stupor; it isn't until the first sharp bang echoes down the hall that he's jolted back to reality. his brow furrows in concern - Abel isn't sure what's more worrisome, the prospect of his fellow student drawing ire from whoever had placed the victim inside, or breaking himself trying to remove them.

either way, he doesn't hesitate more than a beat before being driven to intervene. he's stepping forward to rest a gentle hand on Ain's shoulder to try and dissuade him from the next blow - his voice is quiet, but imploring. ]

--Please don't. You're... [ ... ] ...You're going to hurt yourself.

[ but Abel can't deny he, too, wants to get this person freed. ]

...There might be another way, right?

i.

[obsessiveness]

[ izumi standing right behind him at this vending machine like sir this is a high school..... it's so early in the morning yet here he is, experiencing secondhand cringe at this spectacle in front of him??? he's not even going to mention how utterly ridiculous this man looks in a school uniform because at the very least he's easy to distinguish as a fellow transfer student, but instead he's going judge at the fact that this grown-ass man is fucking crying. for some reason.

rolls his goddamn eyes. ]

In case you didn't notice, there's a line waiting behind you, you know. You can take your tears somewhere else.

[ brutal. but like, come on man. keep yourself together. ]

1/2

[expio]

[ hello?? Izumi??? did you just call him cringe bro?? ...ok that's fair tbh,

Abel's ducking his shoulders to further lean against the vending machine glass, suffocating another noise of PURE, UNBRIDLED WOE into the crook of his inner elbow. clearly, he doesn't find the issue of becoming an inconvenience any particular issue ty, ]

--Oh, sure, just go ahead and accept your place as another COG in the MACHINE, but I-- I can't TAKE IT!!

[ and with this muffled declaration leaving his lips, he's abruptly-- ]

[expio]

[ --whirling with a most haughty huff and gripping at Izumi's shoulders like his life depended on it!!!! that's right, there is now a giant ass priest dripping snot and tears having trapped you in his grubby paws, accept ur fate, ]

--And could you BE any more CALLOUS?! I'm having a complete and total MENTAL BREAKDOWN here, and all you can think to say is [ here, he changes his voice to a mocking falsetto izumi i'm sorry i'm not, actually ] 'Oooh, take your tears somewhere else, handsome and charming yet tragically unfortunate man,' hm...?! Hmm?! What do you have to say for yourself, HMM?!

iv;

[filialdeception]

[ It was really messed up, yes. There were a lot of things about this situation Meng Yao had difficulty making sense of, and on top of it, there was now a dead body.

Until he knew more, however, he was going to proceed about this as carefully as he could. ]

...I don't understand. What is the point of all this?

[expio]

[ Abel is drawn from his dumbfounded stupor by the voice at his shoulder - and he gives a small start at finding himself in the presence of another. the priest gently nudges the glasses further up his nose, glancing side-long at his fellow "student." the soft knit at his brow and sobriety of his expression should indicate his own feelings on the matter rather plainly - this is terrible. ]

...I feel if I had the answer to that question, a lot of things around this place would make more sense, hm?

[ a rueful, decidedly unhappy tug of his lips - but he shifts his weight toward Meng Yao. ]

Are you-- [ um... a hesitation; this is a little awkward, ] ah. A 'transfer,' too?

III

[attritional]

[ Iria had taken it upon herself to join cooking club, because there is no way she is going to eat vending machine food for the rest of her stay here--not to mention it's difficult obtaining any drink that doesn't have a trace of blood in it. Perhaps if she didn't have the allergy, she would have sucked it up and drank the water, but alas.

She looks over at Abel, tilting her head up in the process since he's pretty tall. He's obviously someone that shouldn't be a student in this god forsaken school, so Iria can easily identify him as one of the transfer students.

Fortunately, Iria has been looking into using minimum ingredients for a large amount of food. She isn't looking for luxury, because her mindset is set on survival, which... is quite the change from her usual life.

She looks back at the blender and yes, she's blending cucumbers and fruits separately and putting the vegetable/fruit juice into empty water bottles. After that, she looks back to Abel. ]

Please, come in.

[ She's not particularly a chef, but she knows the basics enough to get by. As such, she gets out a plate and offers Abel chicken over rice with corn. Very basic. Not too many ingredients. Capable of feeding many. ]

Help yourself.

[expio]

[ o-oh, Iria has been an industrious little bee! Abel is taking her invitation to amble inside, trotting toward the counter where it seems she has been busy at work for a while! something smells delicious, and he isn't left to wonder at what it is for long considering her generosity -- ]

--Ah!

[ his eyes light up at the sight of food -- not vending machine food, but FOOD food, the REAL kind?? the delicious kind?? simple or not, this is... ]

This looks... [ he's stretching his hands toward the plate, hesitating half-way and sending her a tentative glance, his eyes wide and practically sparkling. as if he's beholding a heavenly creature descended from above. a saint. a celestial being. ]

Delicious...?! M-miss--

[ wow?? Iria??? you're some kind of angel??? ]

I

[closewithnewintown]

[... bro all she wanted was some strawberry milk for lunch not a man having a crisis.]

... Are you okay, mister?

[expio]

[ bro he's not okay, bro. bro.....

he's shaking his head in a decisive 'no,' before his shoulders deflate further, trembling with ~tears~ of pain. true pain. t-pain. ]

N-no, I'm afraid I'm truly not alright, and at this rate... at-- at this rate...

[ ...it's not too late to run.

probably. ]

i

[contrarily]

( the vending machine abel's currently crying at just happens to be the only thing that's kept her alive throughout the spring break — so, no, she's not willing to just leave it, even if this... tall, grown-ass man is blocking the way to the snack paradise... what's he even doing at a high school? is he supposed to be faculty? but, then, the uniform...

well, whatever. she approaches without apprehension, peeking from under his arm at his ? tear-stained face ? )

Heeey, mister? Do you have no conscience at all? ( she asks, accusatory, one hand moving to press against her stomach. ) I'm a growing girl, y'know! I need to eat, too! Do you want me to pass out from exhaustion during class? How awful...

( "adults" truly are the worst... )

[expio]

Conscience...?

[ this word is uttered in a mumble that dear Rika happens to have no hearing, considering she's right beneath his arm?? RIKA?? he's peering at her where he's dripping SNOT and TEARS, before leaning his face a little lower until their faces are mere inches apart. ...this looks ridiculous, what is happening right now ]

My CONSCIENCE?! P-please, I'm suffering a sincere crisis here, and you're trying to guilt-trip me?! Have YOU no heart, miss...?!

II

[sunstead]

[Embarrassingly, Clamor did have to step out during biology class... but look, to be fair, he hasn't exactly been able to get sick for the past year or so. This reaction was probably long overdue.

But anyway, he's just coming out of bathroom when he happens to bump into Abel. He is, for the briefest of moments, a tad touched by the kind offer... until he remembers where he's seen this guy around before.]

Weren't you crying in front of the vending machines earlier? If you don't want it anymore, give it back to the person you mooched off of.

1/2

[expio]

[ my... is it just Abel, or is this vaguely-familiar face he feels he's seen before looking rather pale, today...? the other man's pallor definitely seems poor, mm. maybe he's unwell...? coming out of the restrooms, too. ah, Abel's smile momentarily slips to one of vague inquiry. if this good man is not doing so hot, then... there's only one course of action, right...? ]

[expio]

[ in a complete 180 to HAUGHTY TOWN, USA 1999's JAPAN: ]

Ah...? So, you spit in the face of my generosity, sir...? Well! I'll have you know the person I mooched it off of won't take it back because I licked it, just to be sure~!

[ and he is shoving said little package,

right into the pocket of his new friend's uniform, giving it a little pat. you enjoy that. enjoy it, bud. all yours. priest-germs and all. ]

I must insist you have it! You're looking a little unwell, so perhaps some nourishment will get you back up and attem, eh...? No need to thank me; I'm merely doing the Lord's work, as it were. There's a good lad.

ii

[findout]

[Well, White is kind of out of sorts for a good portion of April, but it's most noticeable in the first week and a half. Which is when Abel's gonna catch him, with his adorable offer of dried fruit... How can he say no.

Especially since he'd seen the man causing such a fuss in front of the vending machine earlier this week. Abel's a character, White is a clown collector. He's also very tall, and White is like 4'4", so this is absolutely hilarious to imagine.]

Thank you, kind sir. I'm glad to see your earlier troubles resolved themselves enough to offer aid to others. What was bothering you so much about the machine, if I may ask?

[cause like

white got his corn soup just fine

CAME WITH SOMETHING........... EXTRA........... but he got it. Also he's absolutely avoiding the "you good champ?" talk.]

[expio]

[ oh! oh, hello small child who definitely isn't a much-older-than-he-seems-creature...! my, Abel's definitely seen White around the school - but you know how it goes. one is preoccupied whining in a most melodramatic fashion, or getting bullied by the local drone students, or complaining about starving even when they've just eaten... it's been a busy, whirlwind couple of weeks for sure. for sure.

--how is it that everyone remembers his vending machine shenanigans, precisely...? (they were memorable, that's probably why.) laughing in an exaggerated, awkward way, Abel is rapidly waving his hand in dismissal, h-haha, so funny you brought that up, small-adorable-child, ]

O-oh, oh, that? It was just a misunderstanding...! P-please, disregard that sordid affair entirely, would you? Honestly, it's water under the bridge at this point... I'd completely forgotten about that whole thing~! [ speaking like it happened forever ago.... ]

Anyway, um - I don't suppose you'd mind a little company? Did I catch you while you're busy, sir...?

[ small sir. cute sir. please permit him to accompany you on your travels.

...also, you're not escaping the "are u winning son?" talk, we're having it, just you wait. ]

II.

[cicadashell]

[This... kid is a few inches taller, definitely ditching class to wander the halls and look for the cats. Jiro eyes the snacks as they're presented rather stealthily.]

Yeah, I'll take those merit points, old man. And that.

[He'll just snatch that package of fruit before Abel changes his mind.]

The fuck did you want now?

[expio]

[ ........Abel's brow twitches,

violently and momentarily,

at finding his snack snatched, his pride ruffled, and his offer of merit points cruelly made light of. my...! my. what a charming young lad he's run into, huh? wow,

he's putting on a serene, calm smile. a zen expression. h-haha, he isn't bothered, you see? he's so far above this. definitely isn't the sort to sink down to another's level when faced with immaturity. no, no, not this man. wouldn't dream of it, in fact! preposterous idea. ]

Ah, aha... [ a soft, melodic chuckle. poised. unflappable. ] The strangest thing just happened, didn't it...? There must be some sort of misunderstanding between us, sir, as I'm quite sure I misheard you-- would you mind repeating that for me? Surely you didn't call me old just now? And you certainly didn't say something vulgar after that, right. Not after taking my generously offered snack~! Please, feel free to correct me, as I'm sure it's just one too many nights of sleeping on the classroom floor that has some wires crossed, you know how it is...

[ waving his hand in dismissal, like it's all water under the bridge, ]

IV.

[loyalbreed]

Do thou the slightest idea unto how it was this came to be? [ Gawains expression were that of someone undeterred by what he has seen. Though conflicted as to how to feel about the situation at hand - rather that. His mind was more focused on how to solve the issue then care for what this would present to them all. His mind worries that Nene or Steph would see this, his mind worries how the younger youth will become unaccustomed to it. That the safety of all within this school is threatened.

He knows that, this is nothing like what BB would do. Strangely, for as crazy as that woman were. Attending to something like this, was not of her taste of manner... Or perhaps it was and he was eluded to the darkest points of her he had yet to see. He knows women can be surprising when they are in love - however... How did this showcase love to anyone? ]

III, sending frq over plurk from TheDoomkitten!

[tempingforatlas]

You know, if you just want food, I can whip you up something a bit more filling than chocolate, [Ritsuka says, bemused as she leans against the counter and idly points her whisk at Abel.

She recognizes that expression. Hell, Ritsuka has worn that exact expression many times while hovering on the border of the Chaldea Kitchen Team unit. She can feel his pain.

...considering the ambrosia-like aroma wafting off the mixture Ritsuka is whipping up right now, though, Abel still might want the chocolate despite Ritsuka's offer of making him something more substantial, though. Seriously, what is she putting in that thing?]

Is the stuff at the cafeteria not to your liking?

I

[whiteshroud]

[Jesus Christ he just wanted some Rolos but this guy is having a full on shakespearian soliquery in front of the vending machine. He's been waiting on the sidelines, unsure how to really...intervene in this great tragedy or if he should at all, but eventually knowing he has limited time before lunch ends? He decides to speak up]

If you aren't going to buy anything, can you please move...?

wildcard, after cooking meeting, pre-charity body

[attritional]

[ Iria makes sunny side up eggs, putting them on top of rice bowl and mixing them with soy sauce this time around. The yellow yolk mixing in with the soy sauce and sesame oil that drizzles on the rice... perhaps if you're the kind of person to enjoy a mix of savory and slightly salty food, this is it. Another simple dish with less ingredients.

Per usual, Iria doesn't eat her own cooking. Instead, she's taking a bite out of an apple again and drinking extracted cucumber juice from her water bottle. This time, she's eating little snack sandwiches that are similar to mini oreos. She already passed out the food to people who would have wanted them, so now it's downtime with Abel. It's like meeting up for dinner. This shouldn't be normal in a school building, but it's a normal activity for her nonetheless, which greatly helps distract her from everything that's stressful.

Another day, another meal, another chat with the priest. Perhaps if Iria had a more lax sense of humor, she'd quip about how this could be likened to confession time, but with food. Sounds like a joke her brother would say.

... ]

Father Abel, what do you do as a roaming priest?

[ She's been curious about this for a while, actually. What's a roaming priest? A missionary? ]