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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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How cruel. I'm not that old, dear Natsume.

[he is, though?]

And I most certainly can. There is a town my brother and I live in that specializes in it, actually, called Mercia Divination. By observing how one eats the fruits of the Mercia tree, one can correctly divine the sort of person they are. Would you like to give it a try as well, next time? I won't ask a price from you should I be right.

I suppose SO. Mommy would be disappointed in me if I didn't give new divination techniques a chance, anyWAY.

( anything to surpass her eventually ig )

In reTURN, I'll give you a tea reading free-of-CHARGE. Does that sound equivalent to YOU?

It does! I'll be pleased to see you in action, dear Natsume. From the front, rather than the side this time, hohoho.

[Chop chop chop...]

What art is your specialty? Or that you would claim as such.

CrystallomanCY.

( nice journal name drop. )

I have a crystal ball I'm fond of studying - it was a gift from Mommy once I was old enough to begin gazing into its transparency on my OWN. I have a few other crystals as well by NOW, but I'm most fond of that one in particuLAR.

[one day i'll have a name drop too.]

How simple, and yet such simple techniques often bring about the most clarity. You must be missing it dearly.

[As he knows they. Don't have anything themselves.]

( only when i app snow and everyone finally understands )

I'm trained in other ways of divinaTION, so I'm not too hindered - I'm satisfied as long as I can perFORM. ( but yes he's missing it dearly oioioi ) Mommy didn't raise a one-trick poNY.

( .............hold on. he was supposed to be being petty-mad at him, not getting along with him, so natsume hffs a little and i'm too lazy to look up curry recipes but he just does whatever it is you do with vegetables for that. )

Have you learned anything useful so far, being HERE?

[bring me his brother he's going cling so hard.

Also White's so amused. He's like a pouty child who keeps remembering he's supposed to be mad at someone... Adorable.]

That depends on what you would deem useful, young one. Does the existence of a spirit who collects teeth pique your interest?

The Tooth Fairy, you MEAN? If such a thing exisTED, then certainLY. I'm sure the little lamb would be excited to hear something supernatural was hanging about as WELL.

( gonna tell nene about the thing that steals ppls teeth from under theier pillow )

It exists, and it lives within the confines of the infirmary.

[Unless the nurse took his tooth. :thinking:]

The nurse, you MEAN?

( let's just say it sure )

I believe she leaves with the rest of the faculty after the sixth chime.

[The Spirit Who Trades Teeth For Items.]

FascinaTING. Perhaps I'll try with other items to see if that'll get me anyWHERE.

( .................... )

Where did you get a TOOTH?

From a can containing corn soup. The previous Sage whom I followed, as well as the one I do now, were both fond of it and all such can from the "vending machine". When I saw it within, hohoho, I could not resist the temptation to try it myself!

[and......... it had a tooth.]

I do believe I shall try the coffee that is within it next, or perhaps some milk... How do they keep it so fresh? Do they brew the coffee within the device, can it, and then put it for sale? Have they a cow on site, which they milk, flavor, and then put within the machine? It is a fascinating device, and I can certainly see why the Sages liked it so.

[Like,

this is more Murr's thing than his, but he's excited to see something mentioned by his Sages.]

I must say, they forgot to mention the presence of human bone in their soup... Is that often an additive?

( hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm )

Neither of THOSE. They're sealed at the factory and often have preservatives in THEM, though that's more for perishable foods rather than DRINKS. They're also likely changed out somewhat consistentLY... And NO, human bones are not often found in SOUPS. It's considered unsanitaRY.

( ... )

Who is the "Sage," if you don't mind my asKING?

[Oh.................... So his was special. White pauses, looking contemplative, and then takes his cup of water to pour out finally since he's been done with his helping.]

I don't mind whatsoever. The Sage is the one who guides the chosen Wizards from each region, to help them grow and be prepared for the descent of the Great Calamity -- ah, you may know it better as the moon -- which occurs yearly. They hail from another world, one more alike to this than my own I believe, and are quite the curious child... Ah, I say child, but I daresay they're older than you.

[Everyone's a child to White.]

I myself am one of the Wizards, and have been for some time.

( hm. what a fantasy land... )

So you've seen countless of these "Sages," as well as these "Calamities," THEN? InteresTING. How do you feel about the moon HERE?

( you can presumably kind of see it from the clocktower. i assume that's what keeps it all lit up at night. yeah. )

Very many for each, yes.

[It is!!! And at that, he ponders, stepping back up.]

To be honest, I don't have much opinion on it. I have seen the Great Calamity... The moon sitting quietly in the sky as many times as I have seen it attacking the land and people who reside on it. I do not know if the same shall occur here, but if it does so then I shall do all I can to ensure that lives are not lost.

[Even if he can't... do anything, right now, he has an air of absolute confidence.]

And if it does not... Then I suppose I shall remain on edge until it decides to, hohoho!

If it's anything like HOME, it will not FALL.

( he's also fairly confident about it, but i'm waiting for ori to prove me wrong. )

That sort of thing only happens in video GAMES, like M*jora's M*sk. The timelooping mechanic was quite fun as WELL.

[VIDEO GAMES.......................]

How was the conundrum solved there?

( YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO NEITHER OF US FINISHED THAT GAME WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THIS )

You repair the relationship between four giants and one SMALL, lonely CHILD, and the giants assist in saving the world by holding the moon UP. The child is freed from the villain's GRASP, and no one is ever bothered by the terrible cursed mask aGAIN.

( this is extremely condensed but this is what i remember, vaguely? )

[i have at least SEEN THE ENDING and you are correct]

I see... I suppose we do have the number of regions needed for such a miracle, though I cannot say that giants inhabit them any longer. Perhaps beneath the permafrost far north, but the others seem unlikely.

[A shame.]

Thank you for the insight, however. I shall inform the Sage of this once I return, or if they should find themselves here. I don't believe a mask is involved in the case of the Great Calamity, though, as far as I can recall.

[anymore anyway lmao gg westie besties for ur masquerade sacrifice]

( gg westies )

Reality and fiction aren't the SAME, White-san. While your world sounds far more fantastical than MINE, I feel as if that law can still apply to IT.

[wao........... ~san'd...........]

Perhaps. But reality and fiction may blend more than you think, in a world of magic.

[So many things are spoken of that are thought as mere tales, when they are all but that. White smiles a little mysterious, as if this is a secret between he and Natsume, before he continues on.]

You don't seem particularly phased nor disbelieving of my claims regarding magic and my status as a Sage's Wizard, though you say my world is far more fantastical than your own. Are you perhaps a pursuer or practitioner of such yourself?

[cause like. he knows humans do.]

( he sure as fuck ain't ~chan'ing him so.

but natsume nods, cook cook cook curry... )

Do you know how to make RICE? ( that isn't relevant to the magician question but hold- ) I believe this room has a rice cooKER, if you can find IT. Not every student puts things back where they ought to BE.

( ......anyway, )

I've been practicing what the public considers the dark arts for a few years now; I had a master of my own two years aGO, but I graduated from being his apprentice, I supPOSE. He claims that he never taught me anything, howeVER. ( which is a lie. wataru taught him more than he could have ever imagined... ) A witch, a wizard, a magician, a sorcerer, an illusionist - whatever label you put on IT, I dabble in maGIC, as well as alcheMY.

[it's fine only snow can call him that. i wonder if they picked that up from the other sage actually since it's so specifically ~chan.

Rice... Cooker... He'll step down and look around, trying to match the vague description he recalls from his Sages. Like a pot, but plastic, with little buttons... About the size of his torso... Hm.]

I do not know how to cook anything particularly rice-like in that way [because rice equivalent definitely has a different name given mhyk,] no, nor do we have the device you ask about at home, but I have heard tales of the famed "rice cooker" from my Sages. They were quite the fans of it, as well as "cup ramen".

[Fascinating things, Japanese culture is. What makes noodles in a cup so special? It's intriguing.]

I suppose the young man I met's comment about your broomsticks does make sense, then. [nonetheless.] As a mentor myself, I understand your own somewhat -- I merely taught the fundamentals of magic with my brother to the two we took in, yet they seemed to have learned so much more than what we intended.

[Their kindness towards humans, for example. Even Oz is sweet if you don't immediately assume things of him. Like, he wiped out most of the world, but he's fine now.]

I do know, however, that the magic I possess-- possessed now, really, isn't quite the same as my Sage's world, which seems close to your own, so it begs the question of what your magic is. What would you consider it, dear Natsume?

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