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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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( there's literally no way to tell him that everything's going to be fine, and that komaeda's interested in who he is and the talent that he has. though, the stranger's reaction is something he should have seen coming, because every kick meets with his body, and he can't even vocally respond. it hurts, the pain does build up, but that doesn't mean he's not as excited knowing that this is just a bit of their hope — they want to survive, and komaeda licks his lips in excitement. his regular hand is pressed against the other's chest, but his mechanical hand reaches out in the dark in hopes to find the other's own (once he feels a smack against his face, it makes the hunt easier).

grabbing the male's wrist, komaeda parts his mouth and leans forward to bite down on the youth's hand in hopes to make him calm down. it's not the best method, but with all the kicking, he has to do something so he can ignore the pain — )

[He's making contact, but it's not successful at getting them off him. Whoever this person is, they're larger than him (not that that's an impressive feat at all). But even more bewildering, there's the sudden unexpected sensation of cold metal against his skin, something fumbling against his hand before gripping his wrist, and then a sharp pain–

Did this fucker just bite him?

Kokichi hisses in pain, an instinctual attempt to keep his voice down despite the silence. Without it, though, they'd surely be making a hell of a lot of noise banging around up here. Kokichi's flailing resistance only grows more desperate. He can feel teeth and hot breath on his hand, which means there's a face right there. So as he tries to wrench his one hand free, the other shoves roughly in that direction. Pushing away, gouging out eyes, whatever he can manage to do.

In the same motion, he tries to roll himself out from under his attacker. Delicate ceiling tiles be damned, he's got bigger concerns at the moment.]

( it's hard to communicate when this is the only way possible, and the question is what did biting supposed to mean? he didn't force his teeth into the flesh, but it was done lightly in hopes the other would understand that komaeda isn't here to hurt them. unfortunately, it's not enough to keep peace between them as the person's flailing grows stronger and stronger against the few tiles their back lays against. well, it has double the weight considering komaeda's practically on top of the other, but he himself is aware that the "flooring" can only take so much movement so he'll have to stop them.

he's thinking, his gaze dropping down remembering that the person had.. a light. where did it go? maybe if he can get ahold of it he can use the light to explain himself — or just write some words on it on the forum if it was the pda. either way, it should be enough to say something to him. with his hand on still on his chest, he's dragging his palm down from their chest to the male's stomach untiiiil there are fingers in his eyes! how unlucky! komaeda flinches, moving back from the uncomfortable contact of fingers in his face and he's officially off their body. as much as he wants to voice his problem, not one audible curse seems to make it past his lips.

as he tries to blink away the pain in his eyes, he allows his prey a chance to escape, but... will he manage to get away before his predator's vision is back to normal? )

[He can feel teeth against his skin, metal on his wrist, a hand grabbing him in uncomfortable places. And in a place like this, just one body discovery away from a killing game? Kokichi's not waiting for excessive pain to set in. He needs to get away, now. Like hell is he gonna be the murder that sets off whatever is meant to happen here.

His struggling gets him a bit of reprieve and he dives for it, blindly tumbling away from the other body.

Luckily for Komaeda – unsurprisingly – the ceiling tile under Kokichi chooses this moment to give out. Maybe even his meager weight was too much for it, or he was just positioned in the worst place in his desperation. Either way, without even a creaking sound as warning, the tile collapses and Kokichi drops like a brick in a spray of dust, moonlight from the hallway once more flooding the crawlspace through the new hole.]

( he's blinded, you know? trying to open his eyes is the hardest thing so far knowing that, that hopeful presence is getting away. his eyelids remain shut as he attempts to follow after them, one hand moving forward and a knee moving the next — though, that's his biggest mistake because following after kokichi means he's going to drop down as well. as said, luckily for komaeda, he has something — or someone to land on, cushioning his fall as he collides to the ground, crushing kokichi under his weight.

a few more tiles fall from above from how they were sliding, one crashing next to kokichi's head, barely missing his face, and another almost dropping down by komaeda's hand — but luck has it! they managed to avoid that as well, now there's about six missing tiles above them all because of their carelessness. actually, the drop doesn't hurt too much, but he feels like the body he fell on could have been a little softer as he tries to pick himself up, pain throbbing through his limbs, and then falls back down. the cherry on top?

here comes komaeda's jacket, raining down from above and fluttering on top of kokichi's face to hide whatever expression he may have. )

[ There are only so many weird occurrences that can happen in a day. Or at least, that's what Senku wants to believe, logically.

But as fate would have it, he isn't that lucky. At the moment, the scientist had fashioned himself his own makeshift flashlight to get through the silent nights, crafted with a toilet paper roll, duct tape, batteries, a small LED and some wire. He'll probably ask around for a regular one eventually, but for now, these small projects were keeping him sane, in a way. Most people were asleep by now, huddled up in their homerooms and the like, but he couldn't manage it at the moment. So, maybe a peaceful walk through the halls could do the trick.

Needless to say, it got less peaceful when two bodies came crashing down from the ceiling and onto the floor not 10 feet in front of him.

It was times like this where he was grateful the silence was as deafening as it was- no one heard the shrill scream he let out at this little surprise. Once the dust and debris cleared, his flashlight pointed at the two. Thankfully they were alive from what he could te- was. Was that Komaeda? And someone else he's only seen in passing- the jacket covering their face didn't really help, but.

He couldn't help but to take out one of his notebooks, pre-written in with some statements should someone try to communicate with him during the night. This specific page said: ]

What the HELL?

[The silence also saves anyone from hearing Kokichi's very undignified grunt of pain from falling and then again when Komaeda lands on him. Small blessings.

The temptation to just lie there in pain is pretty strong, but he's not out of the woods yet. Kokichi's quick to shove the jacket off his face, pushing and kicking at the body on top of him (again) to free himself. Before he can even take in the details of who has been attacking him, though, there's a beam of light in his face and Kokichi drops his head to look up and back at the source of it.

Oh. A witness. Perfect.

Instantly adopting a distraught expression, Kokichi wriggles his way out from beneath the body and scrambles behind this poor random passerby as if for protection. He clutches at the back of the guy's shirt with one hand while the other fumbles his PDA back out and hastily types up a message that he waves in said guy's face.]

helpp!!n
thsi guy wasattacking me!

( pushed off, very unfortunate, but understandable when done by someone with talent? another ultimate hidden within the school that found him than the other way around — it really is his lucky night. while he didn't mind laying on top of them, he also doesn't mind the bright light that's being shined down on him within the hall. slowly, he gets to his feet as a hand raises up, blocking out the rays from his face, but that doesn't hide the red marks along his cheek, down his neck... how suggestive. squinting, he's able to make out who it is before him with a few blinks of his eyes and — )

............ !

( "ishigami-kun!" he's unable to be heard, but the excitement is radiating for the reason he's beside someone with talent! when has anyone's mood ever dropped when they have someone important by their side, well, that's what he thought until kokichi rushes to the other with the literal fear of god in his eyes. or what komaeda's able to make out from the amount of light shown in the hall from senku's device, kokichi's pda and the moon's rays that shine through the window. it's here that komaeda identifies his mystery person, eyes staring at the back of kokichi's head, then taking in the appearance of his attire. hm, he's also on the short side.

from here, komaeda walks over to both senku and kokichi, now glancing down to get a look at the ultimate's face while he's waving his pda in senku's direction. he'll check on that in a bit, but there's other things to worry about. everything's silent, including themselves, so it's probably for the best komaeda's unable to speak considering he's practically sparkling as he watches the shorter of the three, and then... he drops to his knees.

without any shame, he's wrapping his arms around kokichi's leg, his cheek pressed against the male's thigh as he looks up at him. this is him asking for forgiveness, oh ultimate, please forgive a disgusting mite like him. )

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ Everything happened so quickly, Senku didn't know whether he was coming or going. He tries to scoot away quickly the moment he feels Kokichi pull on the back of his shirt, but that was quickly stopped as a PDA gets shoved into his face. Reading for a moment, he pushes the Ultimate Leader's arm out of the way- he gets the message.

After a moment, he manages to move out of Kokichi's grasp and step back, only to see Komaeda rush to the Ultimate's side and cling to his leg. He is not very strong, so he just taps Komaedas shoulder rapidly and tries to motion to get off of the other.

Soon after, he's combing through the pages of his notebook yet again. ]

What's going on?!

He flips to another page, but this time he takes out a pencil and writes in in a fill-in-the-blank area.

What were you doing in the vents???

[Oh jesus christ. This might actually be worse than being attacked. He could have brushed off the crawlspace groping as an accident, but the dude halfway to humping his leg paints that whole scuffle in a whole different light. Hell, he'd felt teeth and in hindsight it'd be less painful than it could have been, but they still didn't have any kind of relationship where he was down for biting!

Making a face, Kokichi tries to yank his leg away from the creep while rotating to keep Senku between them. It's an awkward, undignified effort that involves too much hopping on one leg, but he doesn't really give a shit right now. He just clings to the newcomer's back for support, pausing only long enough to read the displayed message and quickly type up his own to shove back in the guy's face.

His message this time is a little less frantic, though still lacking fun kaomojis. He really must be serious.]

investigating!!!
until i got jumped obviously
help!

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