ethics...club...

[comprises]

Who: the ethics club and whoever wants to crash their party
When: whenever in august!
What: just a mingle post for the disasters
Warnings: uhhh...........well there's a bunch of problematic people here probably, so we'll see how this goes. will update.

The "ethics" club isn't really that well furnished so far. So far, there's only a few things -- things that only Josh is able to access, as well as a dart board, a cheap (and faulty) polygraph machine, and a button maker?

Well, the other members will have to make those. But he does have a certain design for it, if someone was interested in ""helping"" him make the pins...

Otherwise, Joshua's probably usually in here, in classroom 2-D, and he won't turn anyone away. He might warn of anyone coming in of their eccentric group, but he doesn't really mind either way.

But there are papers spread around, not that he really wants to do the work of ensuring that his club stays open, but he figures there's no use in just ignoring it. So there's probably going to be some reports to go through on the papers, or something that could be defined as work.

Loosely.

There's a folder on the desk he'd moved next to the door which holds the topic of the month on it for whoever comes into the room:

good and evil: how do you spot the difference? Do those lines truly exist?

He's very interested in what people would say about it.

Comments

[necrophily]

[ Dito slouches a bit more in his seat as he tilts his head back further, attempting to crook his neck back far enough so observe the stranger that had just spoken up. Interestingly enough, he already recognizes most of the people in this club (which isn't exactly comforting), but he doesn't know this person. He blinks for a second, then lifts a hand up in a dismissive wave. ]

Sure. Knock yourself out. Bet it's all bullshit, though.

[ The club, that is. But he doesn't really bother elaborating to the newcomer. ]

[decrypter]

[she's definitely new - not just to the club, but to the school in general. waking up a few weeks ago didn't get her entirely up to speed, but she was doing her utmost.

confusion tugs her lips into a frown, though she tries to not let it get too much under her skin.]

...What actually happens here, if I may ask?

[her hand touches the edges of the papers, but they're useless. just scattered artifacts for now.]

[necrophily]

[ bro...

dito raises a brow, almost taken aback by her question. but then again, he hasn't seen her around before. and he knows a lot of people, both from those "school memories" as well as his time spent here in a completely lucid state.

he frowns. ]

You really don't know?

[ he shoves his foot against the edge of the table, pushing his chair he's seated in back a few inches, like he might stand up any second now. he only ends up tilting his head at the other though, slinging his right arm over the same armrest he's got the left on in a lackadaisical move. ]

Aren't you cute. [ a pause, and the corner of his mouth turns up in amusement. ]

It's death. Death or killing, probably. Did you get an invite? 'Cuz the guys running this place are insane...

[ he accentuates for a second, like he might be against it. before he ends up being unable to hold back a short laugh as he tacks on: ]

-- I love it!!

[decrypter]

[she hears his movement, and it makes her go still - but she doesn't hear him getting up. whatever he's aiming for, he hasn't decided to rise.

death or killing. and here she had thought in a group it would be easier to escape, to hold it off for a while. surely all that's not necessary is on the tip of her tongue, and she holds her cane just a bit closer, as if it will do something to ward off ill.]

...Well then.

[what else is she supposed to say to that? a fraction of a step back, uncertain whether she should try to go or if this can just be dealt with. why, why, why did it feel like there wasn't a moment without death hanging over her head? not again. not in life and not in poetry.]

I wasn't aware of that. The door was just open, after all.

[no invitation. only curiosity, that killed the cat.]

[necrophily]

I mean that's kiiinda how the whole damn school is, though.

[ Is it that surprising that a club or two would be like this, too? Or that people's intentions aren't the greatest when a stench of death almost maintains permanence in a place like this.

Not that Dito's complaining. He's probably one of the few, which is a little irritating in the sense that the majority of people here won't open up to how insane and great all of this is, but it's whatever. More people to play with, he supposes. ]

Are you one of those herbivore types?

[ It's kind of obvious, but he'll ask anyway. ]

[decrypter]

...I'm not a vegetarian, though I don't understand what that has to do with anything.

[real talk, though, the school is better than before. the school doesn't have the same cycles. she hasn't heard a killer at her back, felt the pain of their blows, and had to work through it. it's an improvement, and so she can lie to herself for a moment and think it's not the same at all.]

[necrophily]

... Not like that.

[ he kind of whines on the words, annoyed at having to explain. whatever.

he waves a hand dismissively at the comment, as if to shoo away the annoyance. even though he's going ahead and explaining anyway: ]

Like the kind of person that's just prey, duh.

[decrypter]

[if he's paying close attention, he would see how her grip on her cane shifts, the pause in her breathing. if she hadn't been so bound and determined to remain in control, she might have let more slip. as it is, one could misinterpret the signs as annoyance, instead of what it was.

calm, calm. this is not where she was. to keep that concealed will be her greatest feat. no one yet was hanging any of a number of ways to die over her head. her heart remains in her chest.]

That's not who I am either.

[to her credit, she keeps her voice even.]