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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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✽ 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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A. Regaining Self

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

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

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

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

Watch.

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

Fine weather, isn't it?

B. HomeEc

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

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

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

C. Library

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

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

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

D. Night Wanderer

[Speaking of.

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

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

E. Wildcard

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

( komaeda's all too excited about their voices being spirited away when nighttime falls, and it's all the more reason why he's going from classroom to classroom to check things out. he's a little early in his plans, it's only quarter past 10, but it still works out considering no one's here — so one after the other, komaeda's digging through the desks of classroom 1-C. there's not much in this one, so he decides to check the one next to it, or rather, that's the idea of every one of them to see what their "classmates" leave behind.

if white's journey comes to an unfortunate end and happens to return back to his classroom, he'll come to see someone digging through his desk. papers, erasers, nothing he really wants that he's throwing onto the floor — but be careful white if he dares to walk inside, there's pencils on the floor from other desks he's ransacked that he could potentially slip on. )

[The sounds of a veritable "trash panda" as he has heard racoons called by a previous Sage flows back to mind and he smiles, peeking into his homeroom and scanning for the source; once found, White silently moves across the floor, quiet as the dead, and is very careful of the mess beneath his feet.

He waits until Komaeda's just about done ransacking the desk before he speaks up.]

Have you found what you've been seeking?

Unfortunately, no...

( when did someone get there? well, komaeda's not too upset about it as he flicks out one last sheet of paper with a depressive sigh the next. why is he so casual about this? despite that, he crosses his arms as he looks to the side to see who's speaking with him.

..?

well, he shouldn't be concerned, the age gaps within this school is something else actually. he wonders if this is his upperclassmen about to scold him — considering all the adults are put as first years (he thinks!). closing the desk, he stands up properly as he proceeds to dust off his pants while continuing. )

I thought snooping around in the desks would have clues, especially with our "classmates". I guess not, they keep normal, boring things.

[So casual! So unbothered! It's actually sort of disappointing his little trick didn't spook the other, and White puffs his cheeks a moment before letting them deflate.]

Have you tried the trash proper? People throw away all sorts of things, often without thinking that someone may snoop and find them.

( he watches how white's expression rises and falls, it's hard to hold back the smile on his face despite the fact it's practiced more than amused. )

Wouldn't that be too obvious? Besides, it's best to cut up important things into various pieces and hide them in individual trashcans, ah... I get it!

( he looks the other up and down, nodding to himself. how smart, maybe his new acquaintance is onto something. ) You're the perfect size to fit into a compactor... do you think there's one around?

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04/05, 06:00

04/05, 08:00

April

Charity Auction

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d, i've come for you grandpa

arms are open

you can't hug me ive never had those before

bring it in pogchamp you're gonna experience one!!!

Ok grandpa come with me it's time to take your gummy medicine

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b but during white's business stealing ventures

don't be mad if cute looks get more than your foxy eye charm

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