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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

nagito komaeda | danganronpa

[commences]

1. rat boy winter (1 person, limited cat treats — 4th floor)

( with the news about the auction, komaeda's nothing more that curious about the outcome. a body withheld in a case for them to have — how exciting, it makes him wonder how they managed to keep it in such a pristine condition! as long as he goes to class and do what he needs, they should be able to find out soon. once it's over, komaeda begins to clean up his mess and once done, he figures that he'll stop by to check on lily may and offer her a treat (one he's carrying in his left pocket).

well..

that's until he hears something scratching in a box nearby. upon closer inspection, he finds a fat, white rat with spots and a brown circle around its left eye, inside. komaeda picks it up, contemplates what he should do, and decides to drop it in his pocket without a care. he could free it somewhere else, or maybe put it in the ceiling with the rest of the rats he's seen. it's an idea, and when he digs into his pocket to check on the creature — it's empty...?

there's nothing left between the rat and the cat treat, but a chewed out hole in his signature jacket. he glances down on the floor by his feet, and then turns around to see the rat skittering down the hall. komaeda sighs, taking a step forward until he sees a sharp gleam of eyes staring around the corner of the hall — lily may, the school's white cat is already on the prowl.

as unlucky as this is, komaeda needs to get to the rat before she does, and he's already running — a brisk walk because god know he can't run — as he notices the rat crawling up someone's leg. komaeda drops to his knees, grabbing at the person's pants leg in hopes that he can grab the rat (and get his treat back), but unluckily, he's too slow so he's holding someone's leg as the rat crawls further up. lily may, however, uses komaeda as her stepping stool by hopping onto his back, and then jumping straight into the victim's face (claws first) before settling on their shoulder in hopes to cut the rat off.

hunger. )

2. village freak (open — 3rd floor)

( he's feeling generous in a way, aware that a few students are hungry from the long period of two weeks where there was only so much food. during that time, he had happened to stumbled on a certain amount of food.. how lucky. now, it's a variety between cheese, stinky cheese that's been cut into blocks (for people with the acquired taste), nuts, dried fruit, cereal, popcorn kernels, and jellybeans. cat kibble too, if anyone wants to eat that.. not only that, there's a collar with a leash connected right next to the food.

anyway, he's set up right next to the music room where all the fresh food's set up in little bags in front of him. the thing about this is that komaeda's picky about what he likes to eat, so he doesn't mind letting half of this go to other classmates. he really doesn't care who he asks as long as he gets someone's attention, and maybe that person already knows that he's a freak so... they can keep walking if they're unsure. )

Aha! You, have you eaten properly?

( he asks, smiling softly as he picks up a bag of cheese, and then a bag with dried fruit after to show. he sets them back down after confirming what he's trying to do. )

As an Outside Survival Club Member, it's my duty to make sure that you understand the tips and tricks of... survival!

3. slay (open — school wide forum; un: n.komaeda)

i want to apologize to whoever was viewing the body with me this morning! i bet you didn't expect the ceiling lights to come crashing down...
that was really unlucky, and i hope you're safe.
now, if you're still alive, let's go back and check it out!
it's not every day we can witness hope in its rawest form!

( yes, that sounds a little bit insane, but he's doing his best in trying to make ammeds with the person who almost got flattened! it was just an unlucky circumstance, but who knows, maybe something lucky will happen if they go back?

or, maybe someone wants to call him a freak, just as valid. )

4. wildcard

( if you have something you want to throw at me, by all means go ahead! you can reach me by pm or sakasaki and we can hash things out! )

2

[closewithnewintown]

[cocks head to the side] Is... that a real club? I don't remember it being on the list.

[which admittedly she hasn't looked at since sports broke her little heart, so.]

[commences]

...? The first rule to survival: never believe everything you hear.

( a life lesson really, and something important she should keep in mind for the neat future. of course, he can't help but smile as he continues. )

Besides, something like me can't stand the outdoors.. we can't even go outside. ( he sighs, shaking his head as he thinks about it. yeah, komaeda lives his life to be a troublemaker and make things difficult for others... forgive him, stephanie. )

Trash like us are meant to rot inside this school..

[closewithnewintown]

[... okay. how is she. supposed to process this. is he joking? it didn't sound like a joke. who calls themselves trash...? someone, her limited life experience has taught her, who wouldn't take well to being outright told he's not that awful thing.]

We'll get to go outside! [just. focus her attention on the easiest section of what he said.] There's all sorts of sports fields and trees; it wouldn't be there if we weren't allowed to go eventually!

3

[loyalbreed]

I am just most thankful you did not get hit on the head yourself! Fret not, I collapsed well beneath the lights but rose undeterred with the power of the sun of course at my wing!

[ Yes indeed he got smashed beneath the lights and lived to tell the tale like it were nothing weird. ]

Is there a reason you wish to gaze upon the body? I have doubts it will provide you any answer, unless you good sir have an idea presently upon you?

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/816741608984805429/828878374088605696/Cz7pM5-UAAALJVC.jpg

[commences]

thought you died!
great, knowing you're alive means that something worse will happen in the future...
i wonder what that could be..
we have to be careful together now.

well... i just want to look at it.
it's not every day we get to see a dead body up close!

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/678687058671173634/828889877675769856/bitch.png

[loyalbreed]

I doubt it will be anything that I cannot handle nor have already dealt with myself, fret not good friend. Your concerns are appreciated and admired.

Are you a necromancer? I had not realize.

2

[contrarily]

Hah?

( what's he flexing for, rika's in that club, too? only because norton promised her that there's no actual camping involved, mind you, but still. a sleeping bag and a place to huddle for the night is a luxury few can afford... unless they're in the club, which just so happens to work out for her.

still, this guy... for some reason, she can't recall a single positive thing about him. scattered memories of his unpleasantries bother her constantly; while most of what she'd retained from the Hazy School Days involves simply hanging out with various people, with komaeda, the memories come with emotions, none of them good. simply put: she doesn't trust him. )

Give me that. ( but she will still take his food, of course, grabbing the bag of dried fruits and huffing. ) What's that leash got to do with survival? Does Norton know you're bringing kink gear to club meetings now?

[commences]

Your faith is really lacking.... how that wounds me.

( he's a little sheepish while explaining himself, hands raised up in hopes he can calm down her opinions on him. to be honest, komaeda isn't bothered at all when he comes into contact with rika, and that's because memories from his heat haze days manage to mix in with his life now — no one likes him, and he's used to this. he thinks that outside his existence then that haunts him every so often that he's just an unlikeable person. )

It's for naughty about-to-be's who take food without getting through their survival tips. ( his eyes raise up to stare into rika's own, playfully thinking over the idea as his mechanical hand reaches over to the leash, and he holds it up for her to see. he makes sure to wave the collar so her attention is on that first and foremost, what she can visibly tell is that it isn't meant for an animal at all — not a small dog, but a reasonable size for herself if she thinks that way. despite his actions, his tone falls low, chiding the female to expose the mistake she's made. )

If you get down on your knees and apologize, I'll overlook what you did.

[contrarily]

My faith in what? Survival tips?

( she snorts, opening the pack of dried fruit without even thinking about it twice. is it hers? it is now. she shovels a whole fistful into her mouth, chewing obnoxiously as he speaks.

her eyes lazily follow the movement of his hand: to the leash, and then to the collar, obviously not meant for a small pet. what a freak... if that's what he's gonna be doing in the music room, she's not sure about sleeping there anymore? if she wakes up to some strange noises coming from his sleeping bag, she swears 2 god... )

Woooow, what a freak. Keep that shit to kink chats on the internet, weirdo. Nobody wants to know you're into BDSM! ( putting the dried fruits back on the table, she reaches over and with a quick tug takes the collar right from his hands. ) So, what about I put you on it? You can stay here on the leash, like a good guard dog. Oh, you can bark at the passerbys, too! So they don't take the survival club's food, you know. C'mere —

( REACHES FOR HIM OMINOUSLY )

2

[dereban]

I've been eating just fine, thank you very much.

[That is in no way sarcastic in the slightest bit, but there is a bit of dryness in her voice.]

If that's your duty, then give me five fun facts to surviving high school life.

[Is she serious about tht question? Who knows.]

[commences]

Well... that's the first fact.

( so komaeda's declassified school survival guide — )

Two: be careful of the people around you, make sure to trust your friends... that's three.

( he's counting on his fingers as he does this. )

Four is to look over your shoulder tonight and five.. is to have hope.

[dereban]

You know, that fourth one is pretty ominous... even when you follow it up with 'having hope'. How does that have anything to do with survival in th first place?

[Actual genuine question as she straightens herself out, hand resting under her chin in obvious thought.]

3. un: i.sena

[obsessiveness]

Okay, I'll bite. Hope in its rawest form? It's a fucking corpse, you realize.

[commences]

and you realize that you're alive, but does your life matter at the moment? no.
it's about the body in the glass case that controls what you do.

[obsessiveness]

[ ????????? ]

I cannot even begin how to wrap my head around that. Can we NOT make a positive spin around a dead fucking body, please? Your optimism couldn't be even MORE forced, and I've talked to Aoba before.

[ in a world where i apped in tsumugi instead can u imagine. please imagine ]

[optimistical]

go fuck yourself

[commences]

kiss my dying ass

wildcard motherfucker

[trialbyliar]

[The middle of the night is a good time for a more in-depth investigation. No teachers or "normal" students, most of the other "transfers" tucked away sleeping. The silence even makes it easier to go unnoticed.

And as certain doors have proven resistant to lockpicking somehow, Kokichi's trying alternate strategies. At the moment, that's the hollow space above the ceiling tiles.

Even for a shrimp like him, it's easy enough to find something to climb up on and slide a panel aside. He pulls himself up dextrously, shimmying inside, and carefully arranges himself along the thing support frame so as to not put his weight on the tiles. The one he crawled in through is replaced carefully to hide the evidence.

Kokichi wrinkles his nose at the dust, but digs out his PDA to use as a light. Alright, time to see where he can access from up here.]

[commences]

( what kokichi will notice first is that he'll find that the crawlspaces between the floors are cleaner than expected. not pristine or clean enough to eat off of, but more like the dust or dirt has collected in the corners and edges but the walls are pretty clean. - adsum. which is a blessing so he doesn't have to inhale too much dirt during his crawling adventures.

on the other side, while komaeda suffers a few minor setbacks from small, enclosed spaces, he doesn't allow him to deter him from what's important — taking a nap. that said, this doesn't mean kokichi's light goes unnoticed as it shines down the space in the ceiling, reflecting off the poles which alarms komaeda that someone's up here. it's the first time he's seen actual light, and with lily may (the white cat) not up here with him, he's unable to send her to go check it out. he blinks once, then twice as he pushes himself up from where he's laying and contemplates what he should do.

if he goes down where he saw that light, he could figure out who may have been the other person getting around — maybe the same unknown who had the food up here in another place. though, that's talk for another day. slowly, komaeda is making his way to the side without drawing attention so he can hide, but his luck has something else in store. one of the tiles shakes from where his knee is placed, sliding just a bit and then dropping to the ground in the hall.

whoops! okay, well, at least that'll draw some attention so komaeda can spy... and see... who his mystery person is from his hiding spot against the wall in the dark. )

[trialbyliar]

[Huh. The relative cleanliness is a small blessing – less to clean off himself later – but it's suspicious. If there were no dust, it could be potentially be brushed off as some oddity of the school, but the fact that it's just collected around the edges...

That implies something else moves around up here sometimes. He frowns, and proceeds more cautiously.

There's no sound, but out of the corner of his eye he spots the movement of the tile falling, the very faint spill of moonlight from the hallway window below. That's when Kokichi freezes entirely, watching for any other signs of movement. Correction, something else is moving around up here now.]

wildcard

[optimistical]

[ In front of the coffin... ]

Maybe we can lure it off the coffin with the lasers I got.

[ yeah this is the ecats tag i don't care ]

y

[commences]

Amazing! What a great idea from someone of your talent, you really were lucky to gain those at admission!

( he smiles, looking towards the other's hands to see what laser colors he has on him. )

But... what if it dislikes a color and something bad happens? Since I'm happy to be here with you..

2

[bachagain]

[ ah, well, when a freak meets another freak. anyone who makes some kind of attention-seeking table next to the music room is bound to catch leo’s attention, and komaeda’s no exception. which is such a sad, sad thing for everybody in this school.

maybe leo scans the odd spread of food for a moment with a confused blink to the first prompt, and he gives much less attention to the random collar than he probably should… because komaeda's explanation gets a very immediate and shameless: ]

Considering I almost died trying to survive on just hunting and stuff, [ in his own BACKYARD, BASICALLY, ] maybe this's something I should listen to. That was kinda fun, in a “wow, my stomach's an endless pit kind of way”--

[ oh he's so dead.

moving on after that little monologue to himself: ]

I wanna hear some tips and tricks! But, shouldn't your club be called Inside Survival Club, since we can't go outside? I guess the details don't really matter much!

[ ah, no, that's just as stupid as the first thing. ]

[commences]

You've almost died, wow.. does that make you an angel wandering the halls of this school?

( a hard to understand freak meets another hard to understand freak which means it should cancel out and they have an understanding of one another, because komaeda easily goes along with leo's insanity. he watches where the male's eyes wander, and if he stares at one of the bags of food for too long, komaeda will pick through the many until he finds one to hand over. it's a little lighter than the other bags, but that's because it's filled with popcorn kernels. )

I thought the same thing, but Campbell-kun won't change the name at all.

( that's how leaders are, once they've made their decision, they normally won't go back on it. not that komaeda cares about that, he's not focused on the chance to use this club for his own personal endeavors — such as hope. he's giving his customer a good look, both up and down his eyes go taking in the male's appearance so he can remember him for later. that's what all survival members should do, remember and recall others just in case they need them to carry on their will or last effort, hell, who knows.. komaeda might need this guy's help to survive later down the line. )

The first tip to survival is obvious: hope. I can sense something about you, and fallen angels normally pass wise words on to trash like me. ( isn't komaeda the one who's supposed to depart those same wise words? ) What is it to you?

( "it"? just as obvious as before: hope. )