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Entry tags:
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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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[ 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...?!
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anyway, two can play this game, and grown men don't deserve the same amount of pity young girls do, right? )
If you consider priorities, then of course my hunger is more important, isn't it? ( she's! a growing girl!! ) Or do you like to starve children for fun, Mister? What kind of crisis are you having at a vending machine, anyway?
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Abel sees her scooching and straightens himself, no longer leaning against the vending machine in unerring misery. instead, he's clutching dramatically at his own chest as if his very heart has been stricken.... alas... ]
Oh, is that right...? Your pain is more important than mine?! Please! If anything, the vigor of your youth should mean I get priority, considering you have the stamina and vitality to bounce back from just short of anything like a rubber band~! Ah, youth is truly wasted on the young... that saying is so apt, I always said.
[ for the record, he has never said this. ]
...Oh? What, suddenly now you're concerned about my dire and terrible predicament? Somehow I doubt that, Miss. Are you just trying to feign concern so I'll be tricked into some kind of complacency...? Well! It's not going to work, I'll have you know!
[ he's folding his arms across his chest, stubbornly!!! ]
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Ha? Obviously you should look after young people first! We're this country's future, haven't you heard?! ( she is absolutely not this country's future, but, you know what. she has friends who are!! ) Old people should just scooch over and let the young thrive, or whatever. And also probably graduate high school on time!
( and she jabs an accusing finger right at his chest, leaning forward to stare him down. she is NOT backing down when snacks are at stake. )
Pfft, I was gonna see if I could help, so we can all move on. Did you get stuck on the selection? ( now that she thinks about it... she did meet another older student who didn't know how to use these.
maybe that's the case with abel, too. )
I'll do it for you, if you buy me a snack in return! ( ... she sure did change her tune in like... two minutes flat... but look. )
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—is she
is she now INVADING his personal space with her insulting insinuation he’s a BOOMER who doesn’t know how vending machines work?!?!?!
ok so maybe he doesn’t shut up no one asked her?? literally no one?? not a single person (probably everyone in the growing line behind them would praise her name to the high heavens for this act) cares at all, tbh??? he’s flustering a bit, face going a distinct shade of pink as he, most indignantly, denies her accusation!!! ]
Please~! Don’t inflate your importance, thinking you’re some... some— [ ...give him a second his 2IQ brain is struggling to come up with an appropriate response ] —some SNACK entitled, s... student, wh-who...
[ the smoke is practically coming out of his ears, here, ]
—And did you call me OLD?!
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( boomer. definitely a boomer. except even boomers are generally aware of how vending machines work, considering these have been around for like, at least... um... maybe 50 years? more? anyway, you get the point.
in the end it doesn't matter, because he still doesn't know how to use this. )
Aren't you like, super old? The white hair is kind of a nail in the coffin, y'know. ( humming thoughtfully, she leans away, enclosing his face in a makeshift camera made from his fingers. ) Well, I don't hate the color. If you got rid of the glasses and worked out, you might get popular on the net...
( there's loud voices coming from behind them now, though. something about... oh, yeah, moving the fuck away if they're not gonna buy anything. )
So what'll it be, old man? Buy me something or I'll tell the students to attack you.
1/2
the 'old' comment has his face visibly twitching in irritation, and the retort that his hair is only silver because he has to deal with BRATTY KIDS LIKE HER is cut short by her next comment--
popular on the net oh my Good Lord In Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be as DONE as he is right now??? that faint pinkish hue in his face is now abruptly blooming into a deep lobster red -- impressive, really -- as he emphatically waves his hands in a flustered and harried gesture. ]
ExCUSE me?!? Wh-- what kind of DEGENERATE mind is-- ho-- how are you--
[ eloquent?? he is unable to Word at this present time,
ok but real talk, if he opened an onlyfans, how much of an income are we talking here because he is in considerable debt and if she's thinking this could be a feasible long-term investment strategy to tackle his debt-to-income ratio and get him out of having his kneecaps broken by-- ]
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wow, the hits just don't stop coming, huh?? look at her. she's ruthless. she hits him with the finisher without a shred of hesitation or regret. his vapid screeching becomes a choked noise of disbelief
because this girl is legitimately attempting to threaten him like she's Cesar Milan and the students milling about in impatient irritation are her starving attack dogs or something and honestly, honestly, all he really wanted was something to eat, being a priest in this tyool 1999 (apparently) is quite difficult, ]
Are you-- are you threatening to sic your hormonal high school teen gang on me if I don't feed you right now?! I-is this-- is this for real?!?!
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( she confirms, hands stuffed in pockets, completely unfazed by his freakout. realistically speaking, the students are riled up enough that just saying this would probably get them speeding at abel at 500 mph, so it's not as if she's employing some mind control tactics? now, if she wanted to actually make a coordinated attack, maybe a little of an upskirt peek would help —
... either way!! )
But I'm offering you an out, so shouldn't you be thanking me? ( she's a benevolent ruler... so out of the pure goodness of her heart, she will be taking a small bribe in the form of a snack to fend off the hungry, hormonal wolves slowly encroaching on their space.
honestly, she's too good to some shady, old priest... the fact that abel can't see it is ridiculous!! )
You get food, I get food, you escape with your life! Isn't it great? ( teehee ★ )
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--there is this vein in his forehead and it is twitching. violently. ]
Oh! Escape with my life, how generous of you...! You're practically a saint, miss! My, I simply must insist the church canonize you immediately, in fact! Hold on, I have the Pope on speed dial.
[ the HAUGHTINESS of this cannot be understated, ]
Do you think I'm going to bow in the face of terrorism? Please. I'm made of tougher stuff than this. I will NOT cow to the likes of YOU.
[ ok he absolutely will tbh just keep pressing it honestly ]
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Well, I mean... if you wanna get your face beaten in, that's on you. But, like, wouldn't you at least wanna get a snack out of it?
( like... duh. at least make the beating worth it!! )
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[ this conversation is painfully low IQ. if any more IQ's fall out of their heads, they will actually be at a sum debt, and owe the universe brain cells. ]
Aren't you ashamed of yourself with that kind of violent talk...? It's not very seemly for a girl to be threatening violence, Miss...! Do I need to call your parents?!