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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

kokichi ouma | danganronpa v3

[trialbyliar]

a.

[There was a bit of a commotion when the body was revealed – "transfer students" having some very understandable freakouts, the other students doing their best to brush it all off. For anyone who's interacted with him for even a minute, it seems exactly like Kokichi's brand of chaos.

But if anyone glances his way at that moment, Kokichi is silent and blank-faced. Watching intently as others argue about the body being real or try to get at it only to be ushered away, his expression is completely unreadable – at odds with his typically nearly histrionic manner. He doesn't seem out of it or anything, just...observing. Something is going on in his head, and he's clamped down hard on any physical reactions that might give it away.]


b.

[After that, Kokichi becomes a model student.

Well, nearly. He's still quick to tease and cause mischief, loud and seemingly unbothered by the whole "trapped in a murderschool" thing. But he tones it down during class, doing all his work even if it's dotted with doodling, saving his interjections for relevant class discussions. He's hardly Ishimaru, but somehow, unexpectedly, the gremlin is near the top of class rankings. He even puts on a sweet face for the teachers, chatting them up and helping with little things while doing so, like helping to carry something while chattering their ears off. It's not a complete 180, but it reframes his antics. At least to the teachers, he seems more like a bright kid with too much energy and not enough challenge.

Maybe he was just understandably stressed those first few days and acting out? That'd be a reasonable conclusion, right? So maybe it's no big deal when he approaches you randomly, an innocent smile on his face.]

Hey, hey, can I borrow your PDA really quick? Just for a sec!


c.

[Kokichi's a scrawny kid, barely over five feet tall and only managing a hundred pounds if he was soaking wet. But hey, he's a growing boy, so it shouldn't be too surprising to find him suddenly popping up when one is using the vending machine, slumping against their back and peeking over their shoulder (and likely having to hop or stand on his tiptoes to do it), his voice whiny and childish.]

I think I'm dying...hey, buy me something? Pretty pleaseee? You don't wanna be responsible for my death, right?


d.

[Or, alternatively, one might catch him by the lockers after everything's gone quiet for the night, crouching in front of one of the locker doors. At a glance, it probably looks like he's just fumbling with what one would assume is his own locker. But he's taking quite a long time to do it, focusing hard as he turns the combination lock delicately, just a single number at a time.

Normally, he'd probably hear someone approaching. But in this weird silence, it's hardly his fault if someone manages to sneak up in his blind spot, right?]


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[closewithnewintown]

Huh? [that's a. weird request. but, he's smiling, so that means he's nice.] Sure! What do you need it for?

[she asks, already holding it out anyway.]

[trialbyliar]

[He remains all smiles, happily taking the offered device and answering without missing a beat.]

I wanted to check something, but someone took mine! What a jerk, right?

[Does he feel guilty for lying to an actual child? Nah. Greater good and all that.]

Oh, can you unlock it for me?

[He tilts the PDA back her way and gestures at the thumbprint lock.]

[closewithnewintown]

Oh, that's awful! Was it one of the others? I can help you get it back, after you do whatever it is you're doing.

[unlocks!]

[trialbyliar]

It was some jerk in my class, can you believe it? I can't stand bullies like that!

[He huffs as if righteously angry. And as he babbles on, he faces the PDA back at himself, away from her, and quickly taps into the records to check her grades and current amount of merit points. Just checking, that's all.]

That's what I needed this for! There's a secret function that lets you track missing PDAs, so I can figure out where he hid it. But I wouldn't mind having backup!

[Two shrimps vs. an imaginary bully, who will win....]

[closewithnewintown]

Oh, that's useful... [fists on hips, because clearly this situation requires a superhero pose.] I'll be glad to help! Where did it say it is?

D

[silentabyss]

[Noah's one of those kids with eerily silent footsteps, not to mention the late night eliminating all sound from the area, so he's extra sneaky now. The only reason he's walking around in the first place is to try to investigate a way out of this school anyway, but a fellow student crouched at a locker has piqued his interest and he cannot help but approach and watch for a bit.

...yeah, either this dude forgot his locker combination or he's trying to break into someone else's. That's what Noah concludes anyway as he leans forward into Kokichi's space and offers a thin, perhaps-knowing smile.

Boo!]

[trialbyliar]

[He's focusing hard on the lock, feeling for each tiny click and waiting for the slightly bigger one that'd indicate a correct number. Given that and the complete lack of sound, it's really not hard to sneak up on him at all.

So there's suddenly a person's face right there, and as he startles badly his immediate reaction is distance and self-defense. Kokichi lurches away, swinging a fist instinctively at the body that's all up in his personal bubble. But he at least has the space of mind to manage a deft little sleight of hand that slides a small jeweler's screwdriver from his sleeve into his hand.]

[silentabyss]

[Noah manages to narrowly avoid being decked in the face thanks to his catlike reflexes, but narrow might be an overstatement; Kokichi's fist brushes over his cheek and the breeze ruffles his bangs just a bit. Noah's expression hasn't changed at all; he regards Kokichi with a fairly stoic expression, one brow cocked curiously.

Pulling out his PDA, he taps a message on the screen and shows it to the other.]

whatre u up to? locked out or breaking in?

[trialbyliar]

[Yikes. His racing heart begins to slow, and he subtly tucks the screwdriver away again. Okay, no murder attempt, just a busybody. Ugh, annoying. But he adopts a grin and digs out his PDA to flash a returned message at the guy.]

i'm totally trying to break in!!
exciting right???

[But then the grin fades, and he seems to sigh and suddenly looks sad as he types up a new message.]

buuut that's a lie
i forgot my combination and i can't find my pda ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚
i guess i'm super unlucky huh??

[He's...literally typing this on his PDA. But the pouty look on his face could almost convince one otherwise.]

[silentabyss]

[Noah is a good kid and a bit of a bleeding heart, admittedly, so he's willing to give Kokichi the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he's just... really stupid? Or forgetful? Noah can't count the number of times he's wandered around looking for his notebook when it's been in his hand the entire time, so it would be unfair to judge.

Also, also — however Kokichi did that little emote-face-thingy, Noah wants to know. He files that question away for later.]

ok i have some good news for u
ur pda is in ur hand!!
dont be embarrassed i get it, i do that all the time

[Kokichi sure is good at pouting, though. Look at him. He looks like a lost puppy.]

c

[commences]

Ouma-kun... that's unfortunate to hear..

( while saying that, he keeps the same expression he normally wears which is a smile. ) ...About anyone else, but you? You can get over your starvation, then that'll show everyone how strong your hope is! Amazing way of thinking!

( as he says this, komaeda stares at the vending machine without looking at the other. it may seem rude, but someone like him has always been weird about ultimates in general. no matter how cute he may be, komaeda's not going to break down over it, but he is curious as he points to one of the snacks inside. )

An Ultimate like you would never succumb to such a hopeless death!

[trialbyliar]

[Ugh. How does this guy manage to skeeve him out so much with just a smile? Whatever. At least it means Kokichi feels no guilt about taking advantage of him.

Except apparently even that can't be easy with this weirdo. Kokichi makes a face against Komaeda's shoulder before steeling himself. Fine, new strategy. He adopts a determined expression, nodding against Komaeda's back.]

You're right, I can do it... I can totally find a solution...!

[There's a vague bit of movement at the edge of Komaeda's vision at Kokichi pumps a fist, motivation apparently restored, before the smaller boy leans around him to better look at what he's pointing at.]

And what's that?

[commences]

That's the spirit, one I'd expect from an Ultimate!

( the way komaeda speaks to kokichi is a little different from the others within the school — he puts him on a higher pedestal just like every other ultimate, and in turn he stands beneath them. that said, his tone mimics the happiness on his face — pure, and grateful that he's in his presence. he's different from the students he used to be with, and from the one's he's read in the future foundation about the 78th class. like a breath of fresh air, though, that's probably the worst comparison he should give to the ultimate next to him. )

Kawai-san asked me to get her something, but I'm trying to see what can be made in Home Economics instead. ( what is he up to? faking some food so he doesn't have to spend his merit points? you got that right. ) I could make you something if you're hungry, it'd be an honor for scum like me to be useful to you!

( why does he sound so excited as he stares down at kokichi.... )

[trialbyliar]

So you're just standing in front of the vending machine for no reason? Weirdo.

[It's hard to say when this guy is up to something and when it's just him being weird. He's unpredictable, and not in the exciting way Shuichi can be sometimes. It just gives Kokichi the creeps, mostly.

But beggars can't be choosers. Anything that'll get him fed right now is good, whatever the source. He just has to play it right.]

I mean, I'd hate to be a bother...

[Says the guy who was just hanging off someone begging to be treated.]

[commences]

( he wasn't buying anything and he sure as hell isn't going to waste his credits on this. rika's part of their club, but that doesn't mean she's here to bully him into it — actually, after dealing with a certain set of kids, he doesn't really care. also why kokichi's cute whining does nothing for him (don't let kokichi know, though). with his cover finally blown, he continues. )

If I didn't come here, she'd complain, but isn't it my lucky day that I've met you here.

( and it gets even better when he's willing to take komaeda up on his offer, but there's one thing that bothers him about this. him, a bother? komaeda would never think that, which, there's a worried expression on his face as he speaks his thought on the matter. )

Like you said, a weirdo like me would be a fool if I couldn't help you! My body is yours after all, so I'd use my hands for anything you need..

( though, he isn't talented like teruteru on the matter which is unfortunate, but komaeda knows a few recipes to get him by so he doesn't actually starve. with that in mind, he's going over what he knows as he leaves from the vending machine, and making sure kokichi is dragged along since he's like a tapeworm in more ways than one. )

a

[futurebullets]

[It takes a while, before Hinata can move. For so long he feels frozen in time, even the air in his lungs held firmly in place. It takes so much for him to process, because it's the thing he feared all along. The thing he wanted to avoid above all others.

He never wanted to see another dead body, ever again.

But he knows he has to move, because inaction leads to danger. So he finally pulls in a breath, bracing himself for what might need to be done, and looks around...

And sees Ouma standing there, still and face blanker than Hinata expected to see. Although he knows better than anyone that people react differently to death.]

...Hey. [He keeps his voice as neutral as possible, even though there's a noticeable shake there.] Are you alright?

[trialbyliar]

[Ack. Perceived. Y'all are supposed to be distracted by the elephant in the room, dammit.

For a moment he just stares owlishly at this too-nice busybody, as if he can't understand why anyone would ask him something like that. But then the blank face suddenly disappears, replaced with a bright smile, like there isn't a fucking corpse in the room.]

Ehh? Why wouldn't I be alright? Things are finally getting interesting!

[ ouma why are you like this ]

[futurebullets]

[Hinata blinks at him in surprise for no more than a second.]

Oh God damn it.

[And then the words explode out of him with all the force he can muster.]

How many more weirdos do I have to find that can't respond to dead bodies like normal, well-adjusted people? [The look he'd been shooting at Ouma is withering, but witnessing this for any longer is too much to bear, so Hinata shuts his eyes and rubs at his forehead.] It's not out of the ordinary for people to respond differently, but... is it too much to ask for somebody to not be excited about it?

[trialbyliar]

[ bro it sounds like you have some stuff going on

Kokichi just. Arches at eyebrow at the sudden outburst. It's not that he didn't expect some backlash to his nonsense, but that was...a lot. Also, this guy apparently has a habit of encountering dead bodies. Good to know.]

Sounds like a you problem. Maybe you just attract weirdos?

[He won't deny being one of those weirdos.]

[futurebullets]

That... honestly wouldn't even surprise me. Most of my classmates- well. The classmates I had before I was here, they're all pretty eccentric, but some of them...

[cough Komaeda cough

But Hinata raises an eyebrow at him.]

You don't even seem to mind being lumped in that group, either.

WILDCARD... BLANKIE TIME

[mermaidcursed]

Ouma-kun!!

( she's been looking all over for him since school let out! nene runs over from where she called out to him, clutching something to her chest. )

--Oh, are you okay? You like a little pale...

( like, more than usual. )

[trialbyliar]

[Kokichi was just grabbing something out of his locker, which he casually closes before she can get close enough to see inside. No offense, he's just a paranoid brat.]

Do I? Well, I guess you found me out... I'm dead, actually! Of course a walking corpse is gonna be pale.

[Hahaha. What a funny joke.]

Buuut that's a lie. Anyway, what's up?

[Casually changing the subject.

[mermaidcursed]

( she doesn't even notice, actually- and if she did, she'd probably find that quite reasonable? especially with all the odd things transfer students keep collecting. )

Oh, yeah, that makes sense. ( she's friends with ghosts, they're pretty pale usually. ... but that doesn't mean she believes it. it just means she realizes he's probably not going to tell her. )

Right! I thought that, well, since we're still havingggg... the world's worst slumber party. You might like this?

( and then she holds out what she's carrying- black and white checkerboard blanket, nice and soft but pleasantly thick, with a little chess piece embroidered into one of the corners... which is what cinches it as clearly made by hand, regardless of its sturdy but nice quality. maybe the white is a bit... bold, when most people are sleeping on the floors, but she sees his scarf!!! she perceives it!!! )

If it tears, let me know and I'll mend it. Okay?

[trialbyliar]

[At least she's easy to brush off. He doesn't need people digging into his business here. There's too much weirdness going on to be dealing with that too.

But all those secondary trains of thought – planning and connecting dots and analyzing everything and everyone – abruptly screech to a halt as she hands over something clearly handmade and tailored to his taste. Automatically, he takes the blanket, a thumb running over the fabric to appreciate the softness. Aaaaaa...

For just a moment, his expression is unreadable. But almost immediately, he plasters on a grin.]

Wow!! Yashiro-chan must have spent a lot of time thinking about me while making this, huh? But this it's a fitting tribute, so I'll accept it!

[His whole manner is flippant if cheery, like there isn't a part of him boggling at the gesture. Nope, he gives no shits whatsoever!! He gets gifts aaaaaall time time, obviously, this is just daily life for a Supreme Leader!]