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adsum ([personal profile] adsum) wrote in [community profile] yogen2021-04-03 06:53 am

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.

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.
befreiung: (戻 レナイ)

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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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: (| confessions.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-04 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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?
befreiung: (沈 メ 海 ノ 底 ヘ モウ二度ト 届 カナイ)

[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-04 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The glass doesn't feel much of anything against his fists. Ain doesn't have his enhanced strength here, but it didn't matter to him. Henir's taint dulls his senses so that he could not feel pain. Even if the glass did shatter, it wouldn't hurt him permanently. His vessel could be repaired. But as for this human who had been killed...

... it's not right. It made him feel something. Few things manage to do that.

He freezes when Abel touches him, abruptly as if he had been turned into a statue. To be noticed, to be spoken to with such care... he had expected Abel to simply ignore him, like most humans did, and the presence of attention makes him unsure on how to act. ]


I'll be fine. [ It doesn't matter if his vessel breaks. He'll die soon, after all. ] Don't come close to me. You might get cursed.

[ At least, he seems to be listening to Abel's words, letting his hands fall back to his sides. ]

... what other way? [ Other than violent elimination, which was what he had been taught to do? ]
expio: (| pontificate.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-04 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ cursed...? that knit at his brow deepens - now, not only in concern for the "student's" fists, but... ]

I'll be cursed by a guilty conscience, if I let you go ahead and bust your hands open on that case, I'm afraid... [ a half-hearted smile, trying to inject some brevity into the sobering atmosphere. it's... well. not very effective considering the body laying beyond the glass, is it.

still, Abel is glad that Ain stops his efforts, and his eyes angle back toward the imprisoned body. ]


There might be a better way to break the glass, right? Even sturdy glass isn't unbreakable. ...Normally. [ compromise it's integrity? ] ...Ah, or finding some kind of locking mechanism - maybe there's a hinge that can be broken? [ he's peering around the corners of the case, now, mindful of the skinny black cat following them with its eyes...

...um, if they'd like to keep theirs, they might want to examine things at a careful distance it seems, ]
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be fine. [ He repeats again, wondering if the human will truly listen. Ain follows Abel's discerning gaze, though his expression shifts into a slight frown once he notices the black cat, assessing it as a potential threat. ]

Reinforced by magic...?

[ That's his first conclusion. Normal glass isn't usually so stable. If only he had his void powers, the he could perhaps destroy it all... ]
expio: (| pensive.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-05 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...magic? Abel shakes his head, but... after doing so, he seems to hesitate. ]

Magic...? Is that... I mean -- where you're from, is it real...?

[ #muggle problems..... ]

...I'm not sure. I suppose we can't rule out anything, can we? After all, just being here in and of itself is...

[ nonsensical? tbh... ]
befreiung: (崩 レテ  離 レテ モウ二度ト 届 カナイノ)

[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, it is. [ He's an angel. He can use magic. He's been corrupted by a different sort of magic. It's complicated.

Ain falls silent for a few moments before speaking - the most words he have spoken since his arrival here.]


Three things. One, the agent is capable of transcending dimensions. Two, the agent is capable of blinding natives. Or that this whole places is a false illusion. Three, blood is important to the agent. Blood of sentient beings.
expio: (| confessions.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ hearing these things listed aloud was a little surreal. Abel had his suspicions (and questions regarding his own sanity) considering their circumstances, but... it was natural he wouldn't be the only one. 'magic,' hm. ]

All of this is... elaborate, magic or otherwise. [ ... ] I'm not quite sure what all of us have to do with one another, either - why we've been chosen for the 'pleasure' of being here.

[ speaking of 'transfers'... was the individual in the case one of them? were they just another quietly oblivious student? why were they singled out this way...? his eyes have trailed reluctantly back to the body resting within its glass case. ]

...Do you recognize this person?
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ain turns again, a little stiffly, to look at the human. He takes in her features, her face, her bloodstain... which does not fade. ]

No. But. A precedent of records from the last year being erased. We came here after the erasure.

[ He stares at the body even more. ]

Human blood turns different when outside the body. She was recently killed?
expio: (| avid listener.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's nodding his head; the erasure set a worrying precedent, didn't it? combined with their strange, surreal memories of time spent in the school as if they'd belonged... Abel isn't quite sure what to make of any of this.

but Ain's question draws his attention back to the body, and Abel finds himself taking a small step forward to lean reluctantly before the glass. ]


...Yes. [ 'human blood.' Ain's choice of wording doesn't go unnoticed. ] Very recently, I'd guess. This morning at the latest. Maybe we ought to ask if anyone heard anything unusual... or saw who was setting up these cases.
befreiung: (沈 メ 海 ノ 底 ヘ モウ二度ト 届 カナイ)

[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Asking...?

[ Ain lowers his gaze to look at the ground again, as if saying all of that exhausted his energy. ]

Will the natives notice?
expio: (| empathy.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure, to be honest... considering they don't seem to understand what's going on, they might not be much help - but it's worth a try.

[ ...Ain, bud, you okay? ]

Some of the 'transfers' have been sleeping in odd spots... maybe someone was in one of the adjacent hallways around the time this person was... ah.

[ you know. ...but he trails off, studying Ain side-long. ]
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't notice anything.

[ He's telling the truth here. Ain is definitely someone who sleeps in odd spots. There's only one of him, though. ]

If someone died in my vicinity I would know.
expio: ([ softly.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Were you close by? [ ...well, so much for that idea. either someone had been incredibly stealthy, or there were underhanded methods used to prevent anyone from noticing what was happening. ]

...Ah. I'm sorry-- we've been talking all this time and I haven't even given you my name, have I? I'm a bit out of sorts, so-- please forgive me.

[ Abel gently offers his hand toward Ain, his smile a bit mild considering the circumstance, but no less warm. ]

I'm Abel - Father Abel Nightroad. It's good to meet you, despite... um. Well, I'm sure you feel the same, hm?
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ain.

[ He looks at Abel's outstretched hand, but doesn't take it. He raises his own hand, so that Abel can see the blackened skin and bright blue markings. ]

I'm cursed. It could taint you if you touch me. [ So there's no handshake. Sorry. ]
expio: (| hmmmmmmm)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'cursed,' 'not human.' Abel looks at Ain's offered hand, letting his own lift to nudge at his glasses instead. ]

Mr. Ain? [ well, at least he's got a name now. ] 'Cursed?' You mean the markings?

[ a gentle probe; he can elaborate if it's not uncomfortable. Abel will drop it if Ain finds it a sensitive subject. ]
befreiung: (戻 レナイ)

[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ The void's taint drives humans mad, warps their forms. But for angels, the corruption goes deeper than that; it colours their very soul, their magic, their purpose. ]

You could die. So please don't.
expio: (| but...)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ w-well. he's not over-eager to invite further disaster, so he will politely keep his distance with an awkward shift of his weight on his feet. ]

N-no, no, that's alright. Message received...! Thank you for the, ah. Warning.

[ ... ]

But, what about you? Is it... um. I guess what I mean to ask, is... are you alright? [ being 'cursed' doesn't exactly sound conducive to... you know. a nice happy and peaceful existence. generally speaking. ]
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-06 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll die soon.

[ This is said with a level of lightness that suggests Ain has already made peace with it. He doesn't see a need to mention what it does to him on the inside. It's gruesome and not exactly conversational material. ]
expio: (| double-take.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-06 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
...You'll--

[ needless to say, the non-chalant delivery is enough to raise eyebrows even if the message itself wasn't as concerning as it is. Abel is more than a little taken aback. ]

That's... Mr. Ain, I'm... I'm sorry.

[ ... ]

There's no way to help...? A way to lift the curse, or...?
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-07 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ He seems almost... embarrassed? at Abel's concern, looking down and fiddling with his hands. ]

It's fine. I'm fine with it. Don't... look so worried.
expio: (| reluctance.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-07 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ so, he's resigned himself to dying. and... given up on saving himself, if that dead-eyed expression has anything to say about it.

Abel feels something tight pang in his chest. that's... just cruel. it's cruel. 'human' or not, one doesn't learn to keep such a look in their eyes without having gone through a rough life. to be cursed, and know he was going to die - to accept it like this, then surely that means...

... ]


...I know we've just met, and-- maybe this will be a little strange coming from someone who might as well be a stranger. But... I really want you to live.

[ ...his voice is soft, but sincere. ]

You deserve to go home and be with the people that love you. So... if there's anything we can do while we're here, anything to help you until then - please just say the word, alright...?
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-07 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Abel's comment makes no sense to him. He was already destined to die, there's nothing that hoping and wanting would change. So why ask? Why bother? But he's not so cruel as to rebuff Abel's kindness, not when he's expressing this much emotion. The man's words feel so strange to Ain - feels wasted. ]

................. okay.

[ He doesn't want to see Abel distressed either. ]

I'll help you too.
expio: ([ softly.)

[personal profile] expio 2021-04-07 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Abel can see there's some measure of reluctance in Ain's reply - it's surely hard to accept, probably more than a little nonsensical, these kind of sentiments in his eyes. but the priest is grateful for the acquiescence, nonetheless. ]

...Then, I'll be counting on you too, okay?

[ though he certainly hopes they won't be here long enough to matter, Abel can be patient. if given the chance, he has every intention of proving these aren't merely pretty words. ]
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[personal profile] befreiung 2021-04-08 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ Ain nods. It's hard for him to say no when someone's offering to care for him, even if it seems ridiculous. At heart, he had been made with a human's form and human intent. He wanted a place to be accepted. ]

Then what do we do now?

[ He glances at the case again. If he couldn't break it, then he'll have to focus his time on something else. ]

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