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wake up

You open your eyes. And then immediately squeeze them shut as a cloud of chalk dust gets clapped in your face, the student next to you looking surprised— but the sort of surprised as if they're faking it, barely suppressing a laugh. "What're you dozing off for, transfer student?" they ask, going back to wiping clean the chalkboard you two are standing in front of. "The sooner we get everything cleaned up, the sooner we can go home!" Another classmate tosses a wet rag at the side of your face, laughing as if a joke— if it weren't strangely warm to the touch, with dark red stains smelling strongly of iron.

All characters open their eyes and wake up in one of the classrooms around school. Whatever they remember last, it's lost in a thick, sleepy fog, the drowsiness still wearing off and making it difficult to reconcile the fact that they've never seen this classroom or these people in their lives, but somehow, it feels like they've been here forever. The other students all act familiar towards you, calling you by name and encouraging you to help clean the classrooms as part of observing the Vernal Equinox. Buckets of soapy water are set on the desks around the classrooms, light pink suds spilling over the sides, and both students and faculty can be seen hard of work scrubbing dark, stubborn stains out of the walls and floors. "It must be absolutely spotless," they murmur under their breaths. "All evidence must be erased."

You don't have to stay and clean. You could throw the rag back into a bucket and flip these strangers the bird and exit the classroom. But those who don't help clean even a little will find that they leave sticky red footprints wherever they walk, creating more work for everybody else and becoming very easy to track down and """accidentally""" knock over the backside of the head with a mop handle. Besides, it's not like you can walk out of the school and get back to whatever you were doing before. Your feet may bring you to the front door on autopilot, but the doors do not open for you, and neither do any of the windows no matter how hard you try to pry them open or kick them in.

Careful, though. On some windowsills, particularly on the third and fourth floors, rests a stack of five flat stones one on top of another: a gorinto to those who recognize such a thing, a pile of rocks to those who do not. The stones are all damp with water, topped with a scattering of wisteria flowers, and flanked by cheap packaged snacks. Whether on accident or on purpose, the moment you touch any of it—-

wake up

You open your eyes. The last thing you remember is touching a wet stone or trying to swipe the rice cracker beside it, and in the next moment, you're somewhere else inside the school. Characters who touch the gorinto or its offerings will find themselves pulled into a memory of high school life, one that feels like theirs, although they recognize that that's impossible. There's the feeling of being classmates with the other characters- perhaps two characters are seat partners, or best friends, or rivals, or club members- but despite the familiarity, do not know each other's names or recall ever seeing their faces before. Essentially, live your pre-established cr high school au dreams.

The memories fade in and out of different scenarios, but they all start off the same: You open your eyes.

You open your eyes and the inside of your left wrist is stinging; you stop scratching, pulling your other hand away before the angry red lines on your skin splits and bleeds. Somebody calls your name, just as you see a pan slide off the stovetop out of the corner of your eye, and the stinging on your wrist flares to a searing burn, hot oil splattering you and the person next to you.

You open your eyes. You're flat on your back in a room that smells of paint thinner, your chest is heavy, and it's so hard to breathe. Something is crushing your throat- a fluffy white cat with golden eyes, purring and kneading away, but then somebody calls your name and its fluff puffs twice its size in surprise, claws sinking into your throat, hooking and tearing as the cat scampers away.

You open your eyes. A kendo shinai comes down hard on your head, the one in your hand failing to come up quick enough to guard, your classmates groaning in sympathy all around you. Your head is spinning, you feel sick.

You open your eyes. You and a friend are seated side by side in the clock tower, back to the walls and feeling the resounding toll of the bell fill your entire being as the count reaches ten, eleven, twelve. The world turns to silence. Your friend opens their mouth to speak, but you cannot hear them. You cannot hear anything.

(tw: implied suicide) You open your eyes. Your classmate sits on the other side of your desk, a spread of sandwiches and juice boxes between you and the window to your side providing a clear view of the upper branches of the wisteria tree in full bloom. And the strangled look on an upperclassman's face as they fall headfirst from the sky on the other side of the glass, hurtling towards the pavement of the courtyard below.

You open your eyes—-

You're standing in front of a window, cold fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulling it away from the pile of stones. Perhaps another character has come to your rescue, or else one student in particular who shakes his head, whispers "don't," and walks away.

wake up

You open your eyes and wipe a bit of drool off the corner of your mouth. There's really no shame, when half the students sitting around you in the auditorium are half asleep as well. As if coming out of a dream, the characters don't remember getting here, just that they are now- sitting in uncomfortably hard plastic chairs in the back rows in the auditorium, the school principal's flat, droning voice reverberating oddly off the walls of the large room. No matter how hard you try, you cannot get up out of your seat.

"...and now, let us congratulate the graduating class," the principal says, stepping back from the podium. A single student rises to her feet and meets the principal at the center of the stage, her long dark hair falling across her face as she bows and receives her diploma. "Congratulations, graduate. May your life be full and prosperous. Please, if you would say a few words..."

The girl straightens and pushes her hair out of her face with one hand— she has no other hand, the entire sleeve of her right rolled all the way up to the shoulder and pinned flat. She forgoes the podium and the microphone, but somehow, her voice rings out clearly and reaches all the way to the back of the room: "Keep your eyes open."

With that parting message, she steps off the stage, disappearing into the mass of students who stand and fill the room with applause, drawing the graduation ceremony to a close. Characters find that they can now get up and move, which is a good thing because the other students are all pushing and shoving to get out of the auditorium and out the front doors, phasing right through the closed doors. Like a sieve, the school empties out, leaving behind the dregs.

wake up

Your eyes are open and the school is quiet. None of the students or faculty remain in the school, and all the staff— the principal, faculty, nurse, and counselor's— offices are locked. A skinny black cat flicks its tail from where it sits on top one of the lockers, where characters can find a copy of the school calendar showing the next two weeks to be spring vacation, with the school being closed for the holiday.

At least, with school vacated, it's clear from those left who's in the same boat and allows the chance for exploration away from prying eyes of the other students and staff. Introductions are probably in order, a discussion of what the fuck is going on, maybe also a plan of attack— or a plan for survival, at the very least, because there is no way out of this school. What ingredients are left in the home economics kitchen is going to have to last everybody the next two weeks. The student store is already empty. The water runs pink. The vending machines don't respond to jostling or being kicked over and brought to the ground, only the last dozen "merit points" on your PDA that you can't earn any more of, with class out of session. The snack you've been hiding in your locker should probably be saved as a last resort. The cats are starting to look tasty.

Hang in there. School will be starting again real soon.

OOC

✽ Characters experience the recurring feeling of drifting in (school life) and out (canon life) of sleep up until the graduation ceremony, after which they will have full awareness and come to their senses. Pre-established cr is possible to some extent, as a varying degree of familiarity may remain, but all characters will be strangers to one another unless they know each other in canon. All npcs will know the characters' names, but characters will not know each other's names until introduced.

✽ The second prompt occurs upon a character touching a gorinto or any of the offerings surrounding it. While touching it, characters fall into a trance and experience different scenes of high school life, with examples given in the prompt but players are free to play out any aspect of normal school life taking place at any time during the school year.

✽ stopit is an npc and will be available for threading in his toplevel during the vernal equinox and graduation day, but not during spring break. After the game opens, he will be available as a student for threading on the npc contact page. The graduating student will not be available for threading in this TDM.

✽ During spring break, all npc students and faculty will be absent from the school, with exception of one white cat and one black cat. For this TDM, in addition to the areas greyed out and inaccessible on the locations page, the faculty office and nurse's office are locked and unavailable, as there is no staff. The library and club rooms remain open, but supplies will not replenish themselves.

✽ As a reminder, all doors and windows leading outside are locked and cannot be broken. From midnight until 6AM, all sound disappears from the world. Characters are free to use their PDA as a network, but it is text (and shitty touchpad art) only and all threads are public.

✽ TDM threads may be used for bonus activity after April AC is submitted.

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Angel | Lady and the Tramp II

[angelindisguise]

[Chalk]

Angel sneezes at the chalk dust, her mind rushing at the unfamiliar sights and smells. She sees students cleaning mindlessly away, one of them calling out to her.

“Aren’t you going to help? Chalk isn’t going to clean itself.”

Angel blinks, looking around cautiously at all the humans around her. Was that student talking to her? This isn’t good. She tries to slip away without attracting anymore attention.

[Cats]

After the weird memories, and strange location, Angel could use some stress relief right now. And once she sees the cat on top of a locker, her instincts kick in. She rushes to the locker, putting both paws up and barking loudly. It won’t get the cat down, but at least she’s feeling like a normal dog again.

gato

[closewithnewintown]

[man, what a weird ceremony that was-- oh, no! a cat in peril! the absolute top priority of all superheroes!]

Puppy! That's not a nice way to play with your friends! [and she'll just... make to scoop the li'l guy up...]

Chalk

[emotioneater]

Cooper's just gonna sneak out, rubbing the back of his neck and his temples like he has a headache. Everything is feeling a little strange to him but not so much that he's about to start panicking. This seems all right, like he's been here quite a while. But still he doesn't feel up to cleaning.

When he opens up the door, he very nearly runs into a little dog and stops up short before he can run her over. "You alright there, little miss?" He asks in a thick Irish accent.

mary | identity v

[predation]

cleaning.

[the footprints behind her don't concern her even a little. even in this strange place, she walks with her head held high, hands folded before her as suits a lady. nothing makes sense. but nothing has made sense inside the manor or outside of it for a time, except certain things she has held onto as absolute. it must be analyzed, written down, thought of as a dream of a life she has never and will never live.

getting to the locker that feels so familiar, trailing red steps all the way, she stops, and reaches in. takes out a white scarf, and deftly ties it around her throat. that ever present stitching hidden, but it can't do anything for the eyes deeply black, the grey tinge to her skin. it will have to be enough, while she contemplates the rest of her items, and then departs.

eventually, she can be tracked down, having settled in the art room. this at least brings some peace - objects with familiarity, and charcoal is at least the weight it should be. she is no grand genius, but her mind remembers, and in little strokes, she has time to contemplate what's happening. the absolute mess she's made is nowhere on her mind.]

spring break.

[the clock tower is perhaps the only part of this building that has any sort of pleasant view. rather than subject herself to the quiet oppression of the library, she instead spends time up here when she feels the pressing need to think, or to very occasionally bring a drink of tea up there. it's not even passingly close to acceptable, but it is the only alternative, and if this is how she can gaze upon the wisteria from time to time, so she will. one kingdom fallen, one snatched, and now trying to yet again say she is what she is now - oh, she knows it, but she hears anyone trying to ascend and slowly turns her head when they get near.]

You may enter.

[because, after all, they need permission to come too near to her.]

-

[alternately, it is music one hears down the halls - the piano in the music room in use in the hands of someone who knows what she's doing, though the song she's playing is older in style and she must take at least one pause to remember what comes next. it's difficult to switch instruments, but a piano is close enough to a harpsichord to manage.

she looks at least peaceful, if not fully content, and her focus is taken up by the instrument - at least until someone steps through the door, at which point she'll pause in the playing and look to see who it is. what, exactly, do you want?]

wildcard.

[got another idea? hit me with it.]

spring break, clock tower

[commences]

( the clock tower's the second best place for komaeda to find himself, and that's because it's where he stumbled upon a bag of cat treats. every so often, he wonders what he'll find next so he comes up every so often in search of something, and finding nothing. though, today is different when he finds someone else also enjoying the silence the tower is able to offer. )

Look at that, May; we can enter.

( "may" is a white, fluffy cat he's gained through his short time here, and they rest in his arms without struggling. sometimes this cat acts up, and other days, it seems to be kind enough to let komaeda have his way. )

I've never seen you here, are you a ghost that haunts the place?

( he's only kidding, the smile on his face means well as he holds may in one arm, and his other metal hand waves in greeting. )

spring break, clock tower

[crystallomancy]

I appreciate the permisSION, though I don't necessarily think I need it to traverse anywhere pubLIC.

( ...his words are dry and his voice turns up at the edges like a song just out of key, but there's no actual ill-will in them. he keeps a respectable enough distance between them as well, not exactly fond of physical contact - besides, she's a lady. with some interesting looks that put him on edge, like seeing a spider out of the corner of your eye, but that isn't really the point.

the point is: he finds himself watching the wisterias too, resting against the window. )

...Wisterias stand for durability and resiliENCE, though undoubtedly it was merely grown here to provide some ornamentaTION, rather than for any special reason such as "Grow into strong, hardy adults." ( little fun facts. ) Have you seen the tree at NIGHT?

natsume sakasaki | ensemble stars!!

[crystallomancy]

≪cleaning up≫
( Natsume Sakasaki has never once, not once stayed behind to do day duty.

...That isn't entirely true, but he's skipped class enough times that it may as well be so. He doesn't see why today should be an exception, especially with as many hands on-deck as there are, so he ignores the halfhearted shouts of Get back here and help, Sakasaki! as he always has, even in a school both familiar yet unfamiliar to him, and rubs the sleep from his eyes as he walks.

He notices the red steps rather belatedly, and it gives him pause; he kneels down to touch the footprints, eyes narrowing at their viscosity, and he inelegantly wipes his fingers on the wall beside him to clean them. )

Something isn't RIGHT, ( he murmurs to himself, his voice turning up and out of key on the ends. That's putting it lightly, he knows --

so he sets off to investigate the school, giving what other students might be around a wide berth. The doors to the outside being closed and near-impossible to open give him a significant amount of pause, and. Look. Please don't make fun of him if you see him slouched beside one looking put-out, tired, and a little pink in the face.

He might've tried a little too hard to open one of the doors. )

≪gorinto≫
( He opens his eyes, and —

it is a perfectly ordinary day. Like any other day, he's elected not to attend class; he's decided to take to the library instead, stacks of books of all manners of things beside him. He isn't reading any of them though, not even the one in front of him, opened to page three-hundred-seventy-eight; he flips it idly to page three-hundred-seventy-nine, then back again.

Natsume is, instead, watching a couple chat at the end of an aisle. There isn't any sound to it, not even when the girl's shoulders raise like the hackles of a wolf and her face reddens in anger. He sees the knife before the boy does; he doesn't get up quick enough, because it finds itself planted in the boy's back when he's turning to turn, and Natsume is quick to sit back down among his books before the girl notices he's been watching.

That's when sound decides to chime in, in the form of the girl's hyena-like laughter as she backs off, and the boy's groans of pain. Natsume keeps his eyes steadily on the words he can't read, his heart pounding in his throat. He closes his eyes to get rid of the image, but it sticks like gum to air, and

he opens his eyes, and there's the window he'd been trying to open for the last five minutes. There's the gorinto he'd been trying not to knock over, but had incidentally brushed.

...There's whoever's drawn him out of his trance. Did you think he'd be grateful? He's glaring instead, feeling a little mortified that he'd been caught in some sort of stupid trance and still reeling a little from the ghost of a memory he'd been treated to -- )

Don't touch ME, ( is what you get instead of a "thank you for helping me out". Sorry. )

≪spring break≫
( It's nice to have the school to himself. Mostly himself. He avoids the library despite it being seemingly the best place to find him, still thinking about the unfortunate memory ("memory") he had, and instead winds up in the cooking Home Economics room, taking mental stock of what they have. Stick around long enough and he might treat you to a small lunch, considering the utensils he's taking out.

He might. No promises. Many promises that he won't stab you with the knife he's inspecting though. (He's relieved it isn't the same kind.) )

gorinto

[averagekid]

Woah!

[ the buck-toothed brat, the only other student here who might be skipping class, is backing up a bit. he's got his hands up in the air - he means no harm, dude!

timmy's initial reaction of shock at the harshness quickly turns to 10-year-old irritation, and he crosses his arms. ]

Sheesh, remind me not to help you out the next time you go all funky like that.

cleaning up!!

[bachagain]

[ class skipping mood. leo had enough of a time running away from most things involving Effort when he was actually in school... that was already without the haze of novelty and unclear recognition, though that's not an entirely unfamiliar emotion, to be honest. making strides to tuck away and avoid any half-hearted attempts of MILD VIOLENCE as a result of him doing the opposite of his due diligence? also not new. maybe.

it's all a very weird mix of nostalgic non-nostalgia, sprinkled in with some unsettling extra effects. he absolutely doesn't pay attention to his surroundings at times, but that red is something he toootally wouldn't have missed... right?

it's another splash of red that catches leo's attention again, but this one hits him with a sharp clarity that cuts through the mess that's everything else. he squints and then, this time, approaches. ]

Hmmmmm? Nacchan? [ that takes a little bit to settle for entirely different reasons than the usual, but it does, ] Why's your face kinda matching your hair? You okay?

[ and now we wish it didn't.

that sure is a greeting for this incredibly (natsume vc) not right scenario, but it's fine. ]

spring break

[obsessiveness]

[ it's no surprise that izumi can also be found at the home ec. room, what with him being part of niki's kitchen back home and all. also herding leo and some other randos around can get exhausting? so here he is, ready to whip up a snack--

only to find natsume here. well, could be worse. ]

Find anything edible? Don't tell me you're going to cook for us all.

[ he'd rather do that, thank u ]

Byakuya Togami | Danganronpa 2 | OTA

[asyourleader]

1) Cleaning

[Byakuya blinked in surprise at the chalk dust burst in his face, and he quickly took off his glasses to wipe them down, batting the cloth away.

...Odd, it was very unlike him to zone out like that.]

I was not dozing off...! Enough messing around, if we want to get this place spotless we don't have time for that!

Hmph...

[With that, he grumbled to himself and picked up his own cloth. Something wasn't right...but he couldn't put his finger on what. Well, at least he had confidence that he could hide any uncertainty he had from his classmates.

...His classmates...

His classmates...?]


2) Graduation

[Was he really that tired he'd fallen asleep in the principle's speech? He'd had a large meal before the assembly, true, but regardless of that he hadn't expected to doze off so easily!

Byakuya shook his head, took a drink from the water bottle he'd brought with him, and tried to bring his focus back to the graduating class.

'Keep your eyes open.'

...For some reason, even as he left the auditorium, he couldn't shake those words from the back of his head.]


3) Exploration

[Enough was enough.

Something wasn't right- and Byakuya was going to find out exactly what was going on here! So he'd gathered anyone he could who'd been sharing those strange feelings, and set about trying to uncover the truth.]

Alright, we may have two weeks but don't let yourself get complacent, we cannot afford to waste a moment of the time we have for our investigation!

[This felt...normal, didn't it? To take the lead of an investigation, like this?]


X) Wildcard

[ooc: Feel free to PM me if you want to do anything special!]

3!

[moraloutrage]

[Ishimaru is completely in favor of investigating this school and finding a way out! He refuses to be trapped in another school. This is not Hope's Peak! So he is glad when he witnesses someone else stating his own sentiments. Initially, he smirks as he nods along.]

I agree completely! There is no time like the present to-

[But then he pauses, and his eyes snap open as he realizes... He knows that voice! Now he gets a good look at the other person. There's no mistaking it. Something about him seems... quite different, but between the voice and the fashion, there's no denying it.]

...to... Togami-kun?! [He gasps as he beholds the apparent affluent heir!] Is that you?

3 well look who we have here!!!!

[commences]

( ooo! something about an investigation? he wants to get in on that. )

Hey! What are you all talking about?

( call it a small twist of fate, one of those worst possibilities that could be spun into existence that someone like komaeda would appear out of nowhere as he sees a few students hudled up. he was nothing more than curious (considering he wasn't invited, and who would willingly bring him along?) so what else was there for him to do but make his way over!

despite the circumstances, who komaeda sees among the group is nothing more than fascinating. he knows him, always has, always will, and in response he offers the widest of smiles as he remains silent. he uses his right hand to offer a wave, taking in the appearance the other has chosen —

it's a sense of familiarity, but he doesn't comment on that — he wouldn't want to make a symbol of hope look bad because of him. instead, he focuses on what's important: )

Are we grouping up for a murder..? ( not the best way to break the ice, but he chuckles softly before waving his hand to dismiss the idea. ) Just kidding, for now!

1!

[nortonnnn]

Hey...

( right, his classmates; another one is coming up right now. )

If you need to take a break, you should. It's not going to be much help if somebody has to redo whatever you're working on because you were careless.

( which isn't meant to be harsh, really, just honest. he gets it, after all. he's finding that his own eyes are feeling heavy, intermittently closing, only to snap open momentarily and find himself in the midst of a new chore. he's not sure what it is—the warm spring air, the dust that fills it, working too hard on this spring cleaning, or just the underlying sense of surreal deja-vu that underlies everything he's done today. either way, not much to be done about it, so norton offers a reassuring smile and holds out a hand for the cloth. )

I'll pick up the slack, so don't worry.

[powercreeper]

1. Cleaning



[Kumoko drifted back to the world of the living only to see something familiar yet distant. The classroom around her looked ever so slightly like one from her past life. She attempted to right herself with her hands but found they weren't there. In a panic, she attempts to do so again and again.

No, there were no hands to be had. She was still a spider. The thought calmed her down a bit. Her long stay in the labyrinth was real and not some long long fantasy. But this place was new, and she finally righted herself with her eight legs she figured she should do as the other were and began to clean.

Even as a spider she was still a shy thing and didn't want to stand out more than being a giant spider already caused her to.]

2. Spring Break and Hunger pains

a[The school was much emptier than it was before and that meant a time for reflection. Thinking herself alone, Kumoko attempted to activate the various skills she had gained since her reincarnation. Focusing her vision on various objects, she finds her telescopic vision and assessment skills were gone.]

b[Frustrated she moved on to Magic, this time posing in various absurd ways only to feel no rush of mystical power. Again she is let down and sighs loudly. Nothing was working. She had been reduced to simply a giant spider.]

c[Despondent she begins to wander in search of food. She'd eaten just about anything she could find in the Labyrinth, and she had seen some cats earlier...]

Bonus:

[You see before you a giant spider attempting to wear a girl's high school uniform, and seemingly doing a fine job of it. What do you do?]

2-c

[angelindisguise]

[Angel had seen something large and animal-like in the distance, in a more dimly lit part of the school. Of course her natural instinct was to chase and bark at it, which she does gladly!

At least, until she stops and realizes what exactly it is she's barking at.]

Whoa.

[She tries to keep her normal cool but holy crap that is the biggest spider she's ever seen.]

Uh... hi?

Sidney Wolfe | Original Character

[wolfetracks]

[ A : THE WRONG DEFINITION OF BACK TO SCHOOL ]

[ so. here's the thing. sidney wolfe may belong in a school- but he's long since graduated. the last thing he remembers that isn't about this weird mistake on his timeline was putting together his own curriculum as a teacher... so you can see why he's a little annoyed at being a grown-ass man in a high school student's uniform.

he can't even find a fucking cigarette. this is the worst. but he's not heartless- and it's clear to see that he's not the only one experiencing this... awakening. just one of the oldest, probably. as he wanders the halls- sometimes jolting a student out of a shrine-induced trance, sometimes simply watching as they try to work out what's happening, he sighs. Pulling yet another student back to reality, Sidney speaks softly but firmly. ]

Easy, there. You'll want to take a moment to reorient yourself.

[ B : IN AN EMPTY AUDITORIUM ]

[ well. that had certainly been enlightening- though perhaps not in a way most would consider it. it was clear as day that something was up, but now it was evident that something was up with the staff and students- and a graduating class of one clearly hardened, traumatized girl was considered nothing noteworthy.

everyone else has long since left. all sidney can do is wander around the empty room, folding chairs stored dutifully and the floor swept clean- did blood appear under the janitor's shoes as well? or were the student body just unlucky? ... could be a curse. it wouldn't surprise him at this point. ]

Just what sort of mess did you get yourself into now, Sid?

[ whoops! looks like he didn't notice you. ]

[ C : SUNSET ]

[ sidney is not a sheltered man. even without the scar over his eye or his deadpan exhaustion, it's clear to see. but this is the first time he's been in such a fucked situation but completely helpless. even back in the game he had some control over his fate. but here he is, unable to even open a door. some of the kids have taken to turning their homerooms into their sleeping quarters- despite everything, it was probably the most familiar to them at this point.

sidney, however, is not sleeping at all. no, you'll find him quietly walking through the halls, alert. but if you try to approach him, he won't send you away. he's one of the only adults present, after all, and he knows it. some might find it comforting. ]

[ D: WILDCARD ]

[ sidney wolfe is an original character of mine, and former police detective turned teacher. he takes a very gordon ramsey approach to things- he'll hold adults to high standards, but he goes easy on teenagers and younger because they're still learning, and he genuinely wants to help. any fake school life CR may be built upon this, actually! he may seem grumpy but he's got a heart of gold, promise. ]

Sunset (hi dad)

[silentabyss]

[Noah, too, is one of those sleepless kids that's currently going through the motions of getting used to whatever the fuck this is. But, man, he's used to seeing people roughly around his age, not... grown-ass men in the student uniform. At first, he thinks this stranger is a faculty member and he's about four seconds from demanding to know what the hell is going on, and then he registers the uniform and... well...

Okay... this school gets odder by the minute. Unless this guy has been held back for ten or twenty years. And then that just kind of sucks.

Noah isn't really great at speaking to others, though, so he sort of just... follows after Sidney for a minute while he's mulling over what to say, rehearsing comments in his head. Surely saying, "hey, do you go here, have you noticed anything weird?" can't be that difficult, right?

HAHA WRONG!

But man, following this guy around in his shadow like a creepy stalker is, frankly, creepy and stalkerish, and eventually Noah manages to find words.]

H...hey, uh... you look a little too old to be in high school.

[That came out wrong, wait—]

sleeping beauty | sinoalice

[foreverie]

（ one ）
( She's seen many sights in her dreams.

Fantastical ones. Terrifying ones. Ones where she's had to fight, and others when she's been left to her own devices, dozing in the sun. Ones with ugly annoying dolls, and ones with kind, soft hands willing to guard her even as they pull her along.

She doesn't remember them ever having this many people though, or being in... a school, she guesses it must be. At least there are places to sleep, which is more than she can say for 70% of her recent dreams —

and sleep she will, just about anywhere she can find a place to curl up in. Between the vending machines or even in front of them, under desks, in the hallway! Everywhere. Is she in the way? Probably, considering the massive amount of thorns around her, like a briar patch. Don't worry though - they're much shorter than usual, topping off at around six feet in length, but they're still kind of Big compared to how Small Sleeping Beauty is. )

（ two ）
( Maybe this isn't a dream.

...but it's hard to tell, the lines still blurred in her mind. At least Mama and Papa aren't here; at least those creepy dolls aren't here. Sleeping Beauty, when awake, steps softly through the halls of the school, peering into rooms every now and again.

No Nightmares. No danger. )

...How nice, ( Sleeping Beauty mumbles sleepily, rubbing her eyes. ) It's so quiet... I wonder if I can stay here forever...? I like this dream best—

( and mid-turn, she is bumping into Someone— they're getting a very >:( look, um. )

Watch where you're going.

Two

[emotioneater]

[Cooper takes a step or two back. Being small and scrawny means a good shove could have knocked him over, so even just bumping into someone can present a challenge. He frowns at the other girl, adjusting the jacket he's wearing.

His voice, when he speaks, has a very thick and peculiar Irish accent to it, one that burrs his R's together and clips off the G's in his speech.]

Mind your own way, darling.

Turing | 2064: Read Only Memories

[begetblue]

[cleaning]

[ It wasn’t like Turing particularly disliked cleaning in the first place. In fact, they were rather meticulous with such things, but they were quite certain that pink water was not conducive to cleaning. Turing did have something of a sense of smell, though it was of course different from a human’s, and it soon became impossible to ignore the scent of iron in the air and the diluted red water combined with the stains on the walls.

Wherever this was, it wasn’t good place to be. There was a pang of guilt as Turing sneaked out of the room, but that was short-lived. They looked back just once more time after taking a few steps, and... ]

Y-yikes!

[ Their yelp echoed in the hallway. Was that blood too?! They didn’t even have that! ]

[graduation]

‘Keep your eyes open’...?

[ Turing would have thought that wouldn’t be difficult, but on the other hand they had been drifting in and out of consciousness in a way that was beyond their control. Surely one of their components wasn’t failing. Right? They began running a diagnostic just as the other students began pouring out of the room, which left them in the very real danger of being caught underfoot. ]

There is no need for pushing!

[ How rude! ]

[spring break]

[ Food was not so much a worry for Turing, but it certainly was for the humans who seemed to be in the same predicament as them. Therefore, helping out with cooking or other sources of sustenance was a given! That being said, their new surroundings was full of people and things they had never seen in person before, and they hadn’t met a single ROM yet. That led to feelings that were more than just fear or uncertainty.

That was how they ended up in the art room. Even if there was no red, the tree that began to take shape on their canvas sure didn’t care. ]

cleaning

[suddenlybees]

[ There's some snickering down the hall from Turing, a boy with a rag that's been rung mostly dry leaning against the doorframe of a nearby classroom. ]

Ooh, bad luck~ So you got marked by the curse, huh? You'd better confess your sins quick, before you're caught and eaten.

bruno bucciarati / jojo's bizarre adventure

[unfastens]

[ ooc: i'll be taking bruno post-canon, so please let me know if you want to avoid spoilers for part 5 / golden wind! there will be some in this post, but if you want to thread, i can accomodate you and make a new prompt. ]

i. cleaning

[ absolutely none of this makes any sense - not in the few moments where he feels lucid enough to actually think about it. The lack of clarity isn't exactly unfamiliar, considering all he'd been through, but his settings certainly are, and when Bruno finally manages to get a handle on his senses, the only plausible explanation he has for the fact that he's standing in school hallway with a mop in one hand is that he's having a hallucination in his final moments.

Tired as he is, there's a strong temptation to just let whatever this is happen until he drifts off again, and if he were a lesser man, he might give in; his fight is over. But he's never been the sort to take the easy road. Besides, it's near-impossible to ignore the very real sense of danger permeating this whole place. If he's not in peril, himself, he's concerned his men might be. After a moment and a surreptitious glance around at his surroundings, he lets the mop fall to balance against a wall, taking a few quiet steps towards a nearby window. Without further ado, he balls one hand up into a fist, then launches it at the glass as if he's going to punch through it.

He doesn't, though. Obviously. His knuckles bounce off of it with a resounding and sore donk, and he looks about as alarmed as anyone who might have just seen this definitely-too-old-to-be-in-high-school man throwing hands with a window for some reason?? ]

2. graduation

Wait.

[ he wasn't really listening to the "speech," if you can call it that, and when the crush of students begins to exit, Bruno doesn't follow, either. Instead, he stands up, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

It is blindingly obvious that something is wrong here. And, to him, it also seems blindingly obvious that this is the work of an enemy Stand - one with an outrageous amount of power, considering it seems to be suppressing his own. Most of the people here were either oblivious to what was happening or not real in the first place, as far as he can deduce - but not all of them. There should be at least one other person in the room who isn't a "student," using some kind of immensely powerful short-range stand. As it turns out, there are a few candidates. He'll work his way down the list. ]

You're not from this school, are you?

[ he keeps a good distance away, respectful, but his eyes are hard, and his voice is firm and authoritative, demanding an answer. ]

c. wildcard

[ he can be found in front of the bulletin board looking Perturbed, mainly, but i'm down for anything!! throw whatever you want at me - he'll be poking around everywhere. ]

i

[suddenlybees]

Whoa!

[ Kano startles and skitters back when he sees Bruno punch the window, carefully putting himself just out of arm's reach, just in case. He himself is carrying a mop, though over one shoulder with the mop head dripping water behind him so that the water mixes into the footprints he leaves behind. ]

Hey, you know you can, like, slide the windows open? Instead of breaking the glass?

[ He can't, but. Theoretically. ]

Chikai Kuji | Sarazanmai

[measuringdistance]

[I - Cleaning]
[Whatever Chikai may be doing in this school, he definitely doesn’t plan to waste any time cleaning. Why should he? It’s been years since he was a student, and even then he used to ditch his assigned chores regularly, only bothering to stick around if some of his buds were there. If a bunch of strange kids think they’re gonna be able to make him do their work for him now that he’s an adult, they’re dreaming.

That he doesn’t remember how he got to this place doesn’t matter, and neither does the insistent sense of familiarity he seems to feel regardless. All that matters is getting out and finding his way back to... to wherever he was before this. Home, a foggy piece of his mind supplies. A vague answer, but for some reason it feels like enough right now. When he finds the front door and windows locked, that only makes it seem more crucial to get the fuck out.

Which is why he can be found rummaging through an empty classroom, muttering to himself and leaving red footprints all over the floor, as he tries to find something he could use to either pry or smash a window open.]

[II - Home Economics]
[If there’s one thing Chikai understands about the world, it’s the importance of looking out for yourself. Now that he knew getting out of this place wouldn't be as easy as he hoped, surviving was his top priority. No way was he gonna die stuck in a place like this - and he absolutely wasn’t gonna go and let himself starve.

The pickings may be slim in the home ec room, but they’re better than nothing. Even he knows there’s no point sneaking off with anything that has to be refrigerated, not when the only place he has to store anything is his own stupid locker. But he still winds up trying to make off with armfuls of canned food and a bag of rice that he can always cook for himself later. That said, with the school so deserted, he's not making too much of an effort to be stealthy. In fact, he winds up running right into someone on his way down to the first floor, and winds up dropping most of it.]

Ah, shit- [Ignoring whoever he knocked over, he quickly moves to pick his scavenged stuff back up.] Watch where you're going, would ya?

[III - Wildcard]
[Want to wake him from a gorinto nightmare? Stop him from trying to break open the vending machine? Any other ideas? Feel free to hit me with anything!]

ii

[suddenlybees]

Yikes!

[ Kano hops back when he's run into, but not quick enough to get his feet crushed by falling cans- at least he can count himself lucky that none of them explode on the impact, but still? ouch? ]

Yeah, yeah, three eyes open! Whatcha doing? Hoarding? There's easier ways than holing them up somewhere others might find anyways, y'know?

Diona | Genshin Impact

[englisch]

[ I. CATS ]

[ The little girl held new memories now. Founded by the remembrance of her home world - she knows that there are two Diona's - in her mind, this is what she perceives the notion in the most simplest ways. As such, she starts to accept more of her Klatzklein self. On this day she decides to be like the cats within the school, her tiny little hands pressing down upon the cool floor of the school's halls. It is past the hour of school in session, they had all left. So she is minding her own buisness, following one of the cats down the hall.... Walking like one her self.

Her little tail bounces, ears are perked up. She is on the prowl behind them, ready to pounce. Or perhaps, you walk in to see the sight itself and find the image of it hilarious.

Or in one of her attempts to jump and pounce on the other cat - she instead crashes right into you who was passing by the corner! It is strange to say the least as well, when she should have heard you coming down from there. ]

[ II. Cleaning ]

[ Diona does not know why she is cleaning, the other students wont tell her. The colors on the floor are all sorts of hues, and she thinks that someone loosely spilled wine on the floor. However, when her nose whiffs suddenly the scent of it. She cannot help but feel a little weird as well as sick. It was a mixture of things, especially the chemicals that bothered her entirely.

She drops the mop and pinches her nose. ]

I do not want to clean this!!! Why are you guys being weird!?

[ III. WildCard ]

[ Hit me with a prompt, go wild go crazy. ]

I

[yourpiecenow]

[you know what's worse than having two dramatically different backstories fist fighting each other for dominance in your brain? having to go through that while also jonesing for a cigarette so badly you're perfectly willing to just murder the next fucker you see for one.

so, to say Madison is not happy when this weird... person tackles her to the ground is an understatement.]

Are you literally out of your fucking mind?! Can one person around here be fucking normal?! [god just leave her on this floor to die again it is not going to get better from here]

isaac, granblue fantasy. ota.

[cousins]

wake up: cleaning

[ for all that he's considered a self-proclaimed handy-dandy engineer, this may just be the first time he's found himself lost and out of his depth.

the rag unfortunately meets its target, and isaac just kind of stares blankly as it slides off his glasses. that's not a problem; he's had all kinds of shit hit his glasses while he was running interference on the moon. what is the problem is the very faint tinge of pink that's left behind on his glasses, and if he looks down at the bucket of sudsy water next to him, there's that same pink tinge.

come on, transfer student! get a move on! one of them calls, and isaac laughs it off, wiping his glasses on his shirt before picking up the rag. ]

Aha, right! I'm on it.

[ just like, don't mind him peering into the buckets for a moment while he's scrubbing away. as if he expects to find something in there. like someone's brains or something. who knows. ]

wake up: memories

[ it's strange how everything feels familiar, even though he knows logically that all of this isn't real. he's never been to school before, and everything here, from the desks to the vending machines to the PDA he's given is so... archaic. definitely fossil-dweller technology, and yet try as he might, he can't even so much as pick the locks on the doors. he's sitting next to one of the vending machines, absently chewing on a granola bar as some of his tools lay strewn on the ground next to him. it looks like he'd attempted to get into the vending machine, first with an attempt to get into its circuitry, but no matter what he does, nothing budges. it doesn't make sense and it's definitely frustrating, but he finds himself smiling sheepishly anyway. ]

You know, I've never actually seen one of these things in person before, but it's got that kind of old fashioned charm. What's that word people use? Vintage? Something like that.

[ or maybe you'll find him hovering around the gorinto, reaching out to stop you when you find yourself moving closer to it. isaac's expression is friendly, but his grip is firm around your arm. ]

Sorry, but I wouldn't touch that if I were you, cousin.

wake up: graduation + exploring

[ isaac claps along when everyone else does even though he's never attended any sort of graduation before. like, he's read about it? skydweller customs seem familiar to this, even though he knows he's nowhere near phantagrande anymore. but anyway, the whole ceremony is weird and awkward, especially after that short speech, and isaac is relieved to finally be able to move properly. what's up with that, anyway?

regardless, he's keen to keep exploring and trying to pick whatever locks he can find to no avail. it's worth a try, at least. eventually, he hangs around in the home ec room, where he can be found boiling water or tinkering with his PDA. despite how focused he seems in whatever he's doing, he manages to look up and offer a friendly smile, if a bit on the more anxious side. ]

Hey, there. Sorry, I know you've probably been getting this a lot, but have we met? Just want to make sure, my memory's all kinds of messed up lately.

[ nothing like taking out your best friend's brain and wiping his memories only to have it happen to you later. ]

wildcard.

[ hit me up with anything! feel free to PM me if you wanna play around with the high school AU memory too, even though it'll definitely weird him out afterwards. :') ]

memories

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer is equally as unimpressed with the archaic PDA in his hands, and he's spent the last while wondering why in the hells whoever raided his pockets and put him in high school couldn't be assed to give him a smartphone. (He's aware of the fact that he's back in the nineties, but he's still irritated as hell about it. Why couldn't they go back to 2015 or something?)]

Saying vintage about something invented in the nineties makes me feel old.

[Right, because it's the nineties making him feel old, and not the fact that he's got silver tips in his hair and is clearly too old to be in a high school and also the fact that he's literally a demon, but yeah. The nineties.

With an acknowledging nod to the tools scattered around Isaac, Lucifer inquires,]

Trying to hack into something, I assume? How's that working out for you?

[There's a sarcastic edge to his voice as he asks.]

baby bonnie hood | darkstalkers

[dokkans]

i. cleaning (or not)

[ After coughing and muttering under her breath, B.B. stood up from her desk only to be blindsided with a rag. When presented with the task at hand, her response was extremely simple. She picked up the rag, walked over to a bucket to submerge and ring out the excess water... and then fastball specialed it into the other student's face.

With that she cheerfully skipped over to the door, gave the rest of them a wave and told them to tell her when everything was done! Before slamming the door behind herself. Who the hell did they think they were? They were lucky she didn't...

Actually. What was this place? Hadn't she been here before? It sure sounded like it from how familiar those kids were with her. "Yeah, we mean YOU, Bonnie! Help us out already!" "Hurry up, transfer student!" She had no idea who the hell they were... probably? Things were fuzzy right now, but at the moment the more pressing thing is getting out of here and heading right back to Makai to finish up her job!

Leading to her leaving her red-stained footprints here and there, needing to first and foremost "introduce herself" to whoever pulled her here and more importantly, took her stuff. So if the others think that she belongs here, then she'll have to use that to her advantage! Leading to her tugging on someone's clothes from behind and, shyly making eye contact with who she's speaking to. ]

Um... sorry... can you help me? I'm still not used to being here, and I want to speak to... um... the headmaster. [ Right? Headmaster, that's what it is. ]

ii. au dreams cw: blood, injuries

[ Bonnie opens her eyes.

Her forehead rested against the cool surface of her desk, cheek stinging a bit as she stirred from what felt like a doze. How odd, she never really fell asleep during class like this... but, what was even worse was the pain and the feeling of something wet rolling down and dripping off of her face. She craned her head back, and she finally noticed that her hand was clenched tightly, a pencil with a sharp looking tip pointing directly up, the side closest to her ripping with blood.

Shocked, the pencil falls back onto her desk as she puts her palm up to her wound, hissing when she makes contact. Slowly the pencil rolls and rolls until it hits the floor, a quiet enough clack that she's sure she's the only one that heard it, and yet... the rest of the students turn around to look directly at her. All but, well one.

Bonnie doesn't notice the one at first, instead harshly pressing her hand against her cheek, trying to keep any more blood from flowing. The way they stared at her though, didn't help matters much as she tried to keep herself calm. ]

Stop staring... quit staring at me! It hurts-- [ Before she finally snaps. ] STOP LOOKING AT ME!

[ Are you the one student? Or are you there to pull her hand off of the stones she decided to examine? ]

iii. school's out for the spring

[ How interesting!

While everyone else seemed to have left and there were a few people left, she'd been whisked away to another place! Whether or not this was in Makai still needed to be seen, but given the lack of Darkstalkers, it didn't seem too likely. She hadn't ignored the message that she had gotten, but they didn't need to tell her twice. Of course she was going to keep her eyes open! After all, it'd be bad if she was caught unawares!

For now, she's checking out a few places. The nurse's office, the home ec classes, the music room... most places she finds, she's picking up anything she can get her hands on, judging her weight as she hums a tune to herself. If she's caught, she'll just happily wave with whatever she has in her hand, changing depending on where and when you find her. But her reaction's always the same. ]

Hi hi! ♪ Are you doing okay? It's been really lonely around here... can you help me for a moment, please? ♥

iv. wildcard

[ Any other AU dreams come to mind? Any other kinda scenario? Feel free to hit me up, I'm super flexible if you have an idea! If you need to, reach out via DM or on discord @ perpendicular#5335!

baby bonnie hood here's a dark hunter btw, a cute little girl who kills monsters for a living and's kinda greedy and violent! come say hi. ♪ ]

[carpevinum]

[He'd had his time at the gorinto not too long ago, and though he hasn't been keeping tabs on the strange object... when passing it by, he notices the child whose hand seems to be glued to the stones, and as much as this absolutely isn't his business...

He breathes a sigh. The less people they have affected by this school's odd magic, the better, and so Lucifer briskly steps over and almost swats her hand away.]

Don't touch that.

[What sorts of awful things had she seen, he wonders?]

Gundham Tanaka | Super Danganronpa 2 | open!

[overlordofice]

[ A. ]

Halt!

[ His booming voice echoes through the hall as tries to snap the person of interest out of their trance, out of touching the gorinto. Of course, things are never that easy, and he, the Supreme Overlord of Ice, must touch someone at the risk of "poisoning" them. Gundhams right hand reaches and carefully takes hold of the others' wrist as he looks them straight on.

...Maybe this must be done a bit more delicately. Softer tones. Gundham speaks lower, so as not cause more of a scene. ]

You mustn't touch those stones, nor the items resting upon it, human. ...It won't be pleasant if you do.

[ B. ]

[ "Keep your eyes open."

Those words completely snapped Gundham out of his reverie, rapidly blinking a moment as he became more aware of his surroundings. Thank goodness, whatever force that was watching them was merciful enough to free him from the confines of the seats. As he rose, so did the rest of the student body. Carefully, he maneuvered to a wall within the auditorium where people weren't able to bump into him. He was not one for much contact with others. He needed a moment to collect himself before he made any sudden decisions. You're welcome to approach him, but not too close, now. ]

[ C. ]

[ Wildcard! I'm open to the other ideas on the TDM! Or if you have something else in mind, we can plot them, or just throw your muses at Gundham spontaneously! Hit me up at spooksville! ]

c

[commences]

Tanaka-kun!

( despite the excitement in his voice, the tone is still low and airy as a hand is placed on the male's shoulder, and if the gundham turns his head, he'll be met with komaeda's casual smile. it takes a few quick shakes for him to make sure that it's the other he's speaking to, and yes, it's still his same classmate — another ultimate. )

Ah, trash like me shouldn't put their hands all over you.

( with that said, he begins to pull his hand away and drop them down by his sides. if he was to be honest, he touched the other to make sure it was him, and the fact that he felt so real... it couldn't be anyone else. though, how komaeda sees it though his eyes is that he's found another ultimate to be around, and he's comforted by that. ) I'd like your help with something.

( here, he's pulling out a bag of cat treats from his pocket to show them to the other. )

Your dark descendants can come too.

illyasviel von einzbern | fate/stay night [heaven's feel]

[worldcup]

❄️ option i.

[ Not knowing what a gorinto is, Illyasviel finds herself touching the stones and even through all of the memories that sift through back and forth, no matter how horrible it all seems, it doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest bit, sighing whenever her hand is pulled back. ]

....

[ It's still a little dizzying, but it's fine. She turns on her heel and makes an attempt to walk off, regardless of what she potentially saw, although she certainly can be stopped. After all, she's small and light in spite of her actual age. ]

❄️ option ii.

[ Coming back to her senses during all of this causes Illyasviel to pause, not really caring about the flood of people leaving the auditorium.

She's just quiet and her eyes are a little red - redder than usual, tears starting at the edges of her eyes. If someone sees her though, she'll pout at them with a huff. ]

Shoo. Don't you have anything else better to do than just stick around here?

❄️ option wildcard.

[ OOC. If anybody wants an alternate prompt, feel free to let me know! And of course, feel free to mistake her for Sitonai or Prisma Illya! Hit me up at tsundereban! ]

ii

[federalbureauofimmortals]

[Everything's happening so fast. Is this what devouring someone is like? Memories he can't reconcile. Thoughts drifting through his head unbidden. He's even starting to consider himself a school punk, with how his thoughts and actions carry him.

Victor's stuck in the chair and listens to those last words. They hit home with him and he tries to focus. These other memories get pushed aside and he idles as others rush out. He's got to get a handle on this.

It's then he catches sight of the pale girl with the red eyes and probably stares longer than he should. Her words break whatever fog was stalling him and he responds back.]

I just need a moment to think then I'll be out of your way.

[He doesn't know her. He doesn't recognize her. He does recognize something about her. It is right there at the edge of his thoughts. A word that is very familiar to him but very unfamiliar to the "him" that has a history in this school.]

Actually, no, lets start with you. Who made...

[God damn it. Not here. There's still others. He bites his tongue, literally. The pained look contorts his face as he also bites back some choice vulgarities.]

Who sent you?