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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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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 )

( as he's ready to calm her down before she gets too excited with what's on her mind, he can already see the way she comes closer towards him. not what he expected, but he's unable to back away because of the seat he's sitting is is pressed against the wall. this is where he raises his hands up, chuckling in a sheepish manner as if trying to avoid whatever it is the female is going for. she's young, but she has a bold personality that komaeda at times does respect — too aggressive towards him if he has anything to say. )

We really can't get on the internet here..

( that's not what she means, but komaeda's not even trying to protect himself at all when it's a moot point with her. she's going to stay on the idea that he's doing these things to be a freak, but that isn't the case at all, and it's not like he's ever asked for this item. if anything, his personality calms down a little as he sighs after, watching as she snags the leash and collar from his hands so it belongs to her now. ) Hey now, be careful with that, you could choke someone..

( he's not asking to be choked, but she's quite intimidating with that in her hands (not)! if he's entirely honest, he's only acting like this so that she thinks she's all powerful and will stop, but what komaeda doesn't know.. she probably enjoys knowing she has the upperhand. whoops! ) I'm not really a good dog...

( she does, in fact, enjoy having the upper hand — especially over guys who are so much taller than her? it's pretty great, knowing that he can't do anything if she decides to just...

... slip the collar around his neck, while he's pressed against the wall awkwardly, standing above him with her legs pressed to his thighs, keeping them together. now that he's got nowhere to escape, she can fiddle with it a little, making sure it's tight around his throat — enough so that she can't slip her fingers beneath the material. once fitted perfectly, she grabs onto the leash and grins down at him, satisfied. )

That's fine, isn't it? 'cuz a bad dog can always be trained into a good one! ( and she tugs on the leash, as if to make a point, to and fro, left and right, actually finding this pretty amusing.

maybe she can make bank calling men dogs... some of them like that, right?? )

There, you're already doing so well! Yaay!

This doesn't mean anything, you know? Especially when you have talentless dogs to leash.

( he doesn't sound too amused on the matter, but he gives a sigh when there's nothing he can do in his current situation. all he has to offer is advice as the collar's tightly placed around his neck, and with every swallow the band squeezes around his neck. it's a familiar feeling, but rather than cold steel, it's a normal fabric made for human use on other humans. this wasn't the idea he had in mind at the start, but a hand runs through his white hair — stuttering in a few places where matted — then he drops his hands down between him and her. )

They're all around you, but it's my own fault for letting you take advantage.

( fine, he'll accept it for now. luckily for her, komaeda's curious about where her hope may take her so.. he'll abide by it this once. this is where he relaxes, shoulders falling slack as he raises one hand, patting rika on her waist as a silent plea for her to let him free. she can keep her hold on the leash since that doesn't matter to him, but he should at least stay on course with what he was doing. then again, this really isn't his problem if rika wants to take control of him at the moment, so he can use that to his advantage. )

Are you going to handle offering survival tips? That's what "owners" do.

( the face she makes when she sees how bad his hair is... is probably worse than if she'd seen something gory. immediately, she steps away, because ew — but she keeps her hold on the leash, at least, because that's what it's here for. )

Dunno what you're talking about, and I don't care! Also, if you don't wash your hair properly, I'm cutting it off! It's gross. ( just so he knows.

huffing when she's patted, she goes back to sitting on the table with the snacks, shrugging her shoulders at his suggestion. )

My survival tip is "don't die." What else is there? ( and back to the food he'd laid out on it, snacking on the dried fruit with one hand while the other keeps a hold of the leash. ) If you've got any legit tips, I'll listen. C'mon, share with the class, if you're such an expert.

Huh...? Wash it with what?

( the literal water? that's red? or well, pink? he knows better than that, and he already has that light gradient in his hair anyway. no need to make it worse. it's already a disaster as is, and it's not like he needs her help to do that. the thought does come to him about where would she even be able to acquire sheers to work on his hair, but that's another thought for another day. )

Legit tips... Yes, I may know of a few. Look both sides while crossing the street.

( he pauses, getting up from where he's sitting so that rika get's a pretty good idea how much length she's working with between her short stature and his. )

If you're short on food and need to survive, it's fine to eat the person next to you. ( well, that's helpful advice. ) Especially if it means that your hopes will be realized. ( let him start picking up his snacks before miss eat'em up eats them all up. )

Anything. Even soap will do!

( ... just... dry rubbing that in there... well, she supposes the water isn't the greatest, either to drink or to wash yourself, but... still? how can he walk around like that?

she watches him get up, a little wary. (u voice) Not Komaeda trying to intimidate her with his height? it doesn't work; he's still on a leash, so anything he does is automatically that much less scary. she just fiddles with it, when he comes over, listening to his words without much interest — at least until he? suggests cannibalism? ok freak. )

That's a terrible advice. And we have food, so it's not even a problem. ( when he tries reaching for a snack too close to her, she smacks his hand like an angry cat. ) As expected, you don't know anything about survival either, huh? Well, here's a good tip: don't walk around with a leash and collar like some weirdo perv.

( and she'll TUG on it, to make a point. anyway, she's wearing a choker herself, so this is kind of a pot meet kettle situation, but STILL )

It's simple to me when it involves hope, that's the only way we need to survive.

( he only lives for just that anyway, so it's no surprise he doesn't now real survival skills. instead, he's lived long enough that he's been through hell then back, so it doesn't bother him when rika's skeptical about what knowledge he does know. he chuckles softly, staring down at the female as she tugs on his collar to pull him along. )

The same can be said about the owner at the end of the leash.

( yeah, ya nasty. if komaeda's a freak, the person taking enjoyment to punish him like this before everyone is also a freak. he emphasizes this by pulling at the leash from his neck by leaning back, and there's a small tug in her grasp as he looks down now at what she's holding. it may seem a little odd, but there's a good reason why he even has this item, and as soon as his hand is smacked away from the good she's eating despite the school already restocked. )

I found this one day so I was thinking someone could make use of it...

( he raises up his hand to rub at the spot where he was smacked, sighing softly. ) I didn't expect you to take a liking though, everyone else ignored it.

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