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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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[ 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 ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

Edited 2021-04-04 14:20 (UTC)

[Oh-ho, he's been spotted. Not that White was being particularly sneaky, very much watching him from across a table and the like.]

Can't I stay? Pretty please? I won't bother you, it's just rather relaxing to watch your hands move.

[Humans crafting is so... Magical... in its own way. Not that Chloe's isn't, he's a hard-worker even aside from his gifted talents, but the fact is that Wizards can do all sorts of things with a little bit of spell and humans can do all that without.]

[ the sight of a little boy watching you from afar felt like something out of a horror movie, izumi's not gonna lie. ]

Well, my hands do look nice even from where you're standing, don't they? [ the preening doesn't last long, though. ] It's not like I'm doing anything special, though. This scarf isn't even dedicated for someone else.

[ not his yuu-kun scarf....... ]

[this is all i want with white ngl]

No? Then why not dedicate it to the first person you see, if you need to?

[Humans are so charming... They require a dedication to make something feel special...]

I'm not giving it to you, if that's what you mean.

[ utterly deadpan. ]

[How could you continue to say no to this face. He's cupping his cheeks and leaning on the table, kicking his feet in a way that definitely tells he's Tiny Tot.]

But you'd like to make it special, wouldn't you Mister?

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04/05, 08:00

April

Charity Auction

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izumi sena / enstars!!

iii ive come to harass you, personally

your existence is gonna make me turn into the joker

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