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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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( 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. )

[Eugh. Gross. But he has a certain imagine to maintain, so the sweet distraught face instantly vanishes, replaced with a grin.]

Well, I am the Ultimate Supreme Leader, so it's only right that you'd do anything to serve me!

[He does indeed get dragged a few steps, but that won't do, will it? Not for the Ultimate Supreme Leader. So he grips Komaeda's shoulders and hops up, scrambling up Komaeda's back (not particularly gently, either).]

( what the FUCK, here we go, with komaeda's knees bending as he tries to adjust to the weight on his back. you better be lucky you hiyoko size or he'd drop your ass — he uses his arms to hoist the ultimate's legs up as he takes these steady, slow steps. )

An Ultimate Supreme Leader shouldn't use mere stepping stones to carry them along... walking on your own two feet on top of us is a better alternative..

( he says this like it's a great idea, and one that he greatly approves of. honestly, he shouldn't even have kokichi touching his body considering what happened... he's still slightly ashamed (the only time, though). of course, komaeda's not the best steed here, but he's able to haul him along down the hall. are there people looking in their direction? giggling about how the first year should have a collar with someone on his back like that? they sure are. )

Or was that too presumptuous of a worm like me.. Man, I shouldn't even be able to talk.

[Definitely a grosser steed than Gonta, but at least this one doesn't strain his legs trying to wrap around a massive torso.

And Kokichi certainly has no shame, not about embarrassing Komaeda and not about getting a poggyback ride like a kid. He doesn't even actually have to play nice, does he? Hell, being an asshole is probably more effective with this guy, gross as that is. Fine then. Kokichi grips a hand in the mass of fluffy white hair, giving it an insistent tug.]

Yeah, waaaay too presumptious! You think you know better than me what a Supreme Leader should do?

( komaeda's hair is... while it is fluffy, the fluffiest mess of white that can be found anywhere with darker tints towards the ends, that doesn't mean kokichi can run his fingers through it with ease. it needs a really good wash, but the other will find that out when he tugs it, and komaeda accepts it with ease — though his eye does close on the side where the nerves are sensitive from which way his hair was pulled. )

I'm not trying to start an argument, besides...

( let komaeda try to reposition kokichi by throwing him up a little more on his back so he's saddled properly. )

It's my nerves.. a mite like me speaking to you.. I only say idiotic things. ( but that's amazing, a supreme leader on his back that's using him for something so small. his stomach flips for a moment, enjoying the moment as he looks off to the side where the hall turns. he makes his way down that direction, smiling to himself. ) Haha, it makes me happy knowing I'm beneath you like this.

[Eugh. Not that Kokichi is much better, but at least no one is touching his hair. Almost spitefully, he gives a yank to the side as they turn, like he's riding a horse and steering with reins.]

Ew, don't enjoy this. If you pop a boner then I'm leaving.

[No shame. But it's not like this weirdo has any shame either, so who gives a shit.]

Then you'll starve, right? Dying like that sounds hopeless..

( don't worry, it takes more than this to pop a boner. when he has a hope despair spiel, then you might want to watch out. that said, give him a few more moments until they make it to home ec, and komaeda slides his arms from under kokichi's legs so that if he falls, he falls. if he doesn't then he's just latched onto komaeda who needs his arms now to actually cook. )

As a real Symbol of Hope, I should do what I can to ensure your survival..

( he laughs, nodding to himself. a symbol of hope, that's what all ultimates are to him. despite his own washed up version of whatever he is; a remnant, a leftover piece of despair. luckily, komaeda's insane, so he still thinks good of himself as a stepping stone towards hope with his mediocre talent which may come in handy in the kitchen. )

[He falls, but it's more of a controlled slide to the ground because...well, he's still got a grip on Komaeda's hair. Ah well, it's only like 97 lbs worth of weight to support for a few seconds.

Landing safely, he wipes off his hands on his jacket – yeah, that was not the cleanest mess to dig his hands into – and nods self-assuredly.]

As if. I'll always find a way to survive. Buuut since this is the most convenient way, I'll let you serve me.

[Isn't that generous of him? Well, Komaeda seems sincerely, disturbingly into this, so maybe that's a more legitimate statement than intended.]

( damn. crash, cretin. though, komaeda wouldn't want something to happen to.. an ultimate. sighs. that said, he's flipping through the cabinets in search of something. )

That so? I think you're right, you would have played the cute act to anyone who walked by.

( he only says that since the other seemed to let it go when he realized it wasn't working. digging his way into people's hearts by being adorable, it's a strategy, almost like komaeda's usage of emotional guilt-tripping. )

Tell me what it is that you like? My talent may be useless.. but at the very least I can make something edible.

[An immediate pout. He is clearly so distraught.]

"Act"? That's so mean, I can't believe you'd accuse me of doing something so manipulative...

[But the pouting lasts all of two seconds before it vanishes, replaced by a smirk. He trails after Komaeda, leaning to peek around him as he pokes through the cabinets.]

But that's a lie. Komaeda-chan already knows me so well! Even if he doesn't already know that I obviously like sweet things best.

That's too bad, I think we're all out.

( that would be his luck after checking the cabinets for something sweet, or is that considered good luck where komaeda isn't too fond of sweets. though, he guesses he can put together something for kokichi because it's what he asked for. he's walking over to the refrigerator so that he can open the freezer, and looking through what's inside, he's found something that's caught his eye. )

Wait, Ouma-kun. Can you find me a blender, I could make you a smoothie.

( it's because when he reads the label on the can, he knows it'll give the proper amount of thickness with milk and so he closes the freezer again so it can get colder. ) It'll be filling to the stomach, and you can eat it on the go.

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