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yogen2021-08-05 12:02 am
closewithnewintown) wrote in yogen2021-08-05 12:02 am
give your friends a surprise
Who: EVERYONE
What: FAMILY MEETING
When: 8/4, right after school closes.
Where: Student council room
Warnings: Eventually, probably.
["If my friends back home were acting like this, I would've already locked them in a room and forced them to figure out their feelings."
the job puts all of her considerable superspy skills to the test. she knows where every normal kid's locker is; it's easy enough to slip the note into each that morning. if it's someone who she knows would be unable to read the note, she tells them its contents, but keeps her own involvement out of it. lies of omission don't count.
the note reads:]
I have very important information about this place. Please come to the student council room after school ends today.
- Nao Sato
[and if the text looks just a bit girlier than you'd think she'd write, hey, you don't know her. she's got layers.
either way, it's a pretty interesting proposition: the student council room door is, for the first time in seemingly ever, wide open. anyone can walk inside - and, hopefully, most everyone should. because it's only when Stephanie thinks that she's got enough of them inside that she actually enters the room, shutting the door behind her.
click.
it locks. she grins, spins the key on her finger, and slips it into her pocket.
"How are you supposed to do that with grownups?"
the exact same way, she's decided.]
We haven't had any meetings since, um. Well. The last one. But, I'm pretty sure nobody has no more murders to report, so it shouldn't be too bad, and we can all just focus on the most important task: Getting along! All of us are on the same team, but most of us barely even know each other; some of us even hate some of the others! [SHE SAYS, LIKE SHE DOESN'T ACTIVELY DESPISE KOKICHI] So, I figured we could spend the evening fixing that problem. Play some games, talk about stuff we've discovered since the last time...
And, maybe, if everybody does a really good job, I'll unlock the door!
[smiles]
What: FAMILY MEETING
When: 8/4, right after school closes.
Where: Student council room
Warnings: Eventually, probably.
["If my friends back home were acting like this, I would've already locked them in a room and forced them to figure out their feelings."
the job puts all of her considerable superspy skills to the test. she knows where every normal kid's locker is; it's easy enough to slip the note into each that morning. if it's someone who she knows would be unable to read the note, she tells them its contents, but keeps her own involvement out of it. lies of omission don't count.
the note reads:]
I have very important information about this place. Please come to the student council room after school ends today.
- Nao Sato
[and if the text looks just a bit girlier than you'd think she'd write, hey, you don't know her. she's got layers.
either way, it's a pretty interesting proposition: the student council room door is, for the first time in seemingly ever, wide open. anyone can walk inside - and, hopefully, most everyone should. because it's only when Stephanie thinks that she's got enough of them inside that she actually enters the room, shutting the door behind her.
click.
it locks. she grins, spins the key on her finger, and slips it into her pocket.
"How are you supposed to do that with grownups?"
the exact same way, she's decided.]
We haven't had any meetings since, um. Well. The last one. But, I'm pretty sure nobody has no more murders to report, so it shouldn't be too bad, and we can all just focus on the most important task: Getting along! All of us are on the same team, but most of us barely even know each other; some of us even hate some of the others! [SHE SAYS, LIKE SHE DOESN'T ACTIVELY DESPISE KOKICHI] So, I figured we could spend the evening fixing that problem. Play some games, talk about stuff we've discovered since the last time...
And, maybe, if everybody does a really good job, I'll unlock the door!
[smiles]
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Maybe... if the elevator upsets you so much... don't go into it?
[Bam, boom, wham. Beat that logic. Not even going to address the casual murder. He knows to start small with Add, since he's the one who dragged the guy out after they met the first alternate-Add together. Just... let's not go into the elevator, okay?]
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[... might be starting to get worked up, finally, which says a lot since he's been very calmly discussing all these other sensitive topics up until now. but apparently he draws the line at allowing other versions of himself to exist, and be happy.
he glares down at his hands in his lap, clenched into tight fists. he eases them open slowly, hairline cracks sealing up where nails met skin, remembering how it felt to wring his own neck...]
Watching them die, struggling pathetically in their last moments... it reminds me of what has to be done.
[it's upsetting, but it's also cathartic.]
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[Honestly, just don't go into the damn elevator, Add!]
...why? Why does killing... not yourself, but other versions of yourself that might not even be real have to be done?
[It doesn't make sense to Noah, who may be fighty and impulsive but at the end of the day would never want to actually hurt someone, even if they're not real... (unless they're a cultist and he draws the line there but anyway.) To him, Add reads as... vaguely suicidal? And instead of being critical, he's just worried. Killing illusions or alternate versions or whatever-versions of yourself is just one step away, right?
Now he's just concerned. He's never seen Add get heated about something. Bitchy, yeah, but Add's always bitchy. Never... upset.]
...are you okay?
[It's stated with the sincerity that only a concerned kid who's blind to Add's problems can have. Not sarcastic, not demeaning, just worried, as Noah typically is.]
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Of course he's not okay. When has he ever been okay? What kind of idiotic question is that?
He sighs again, a little bit louder this time, and shoves his hands into his pockets.]
Insects that writhe in the dirt couldn't hope to comprehend what lies beyond the glass of their enclosure. I'd be wasting oxygen trying to explain it to you.
Be more like that pink-haired brat. At least she has a survival instinct.