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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !tdm,
- beyblade: kai hiwatari,
- dangan ronpa: hajime hinata,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi ouma,
- dangan ronpa: makoto naegi,
- dangan ronpa: nagito komaeda,
- dangan ronpa: shuichi saihara,
- dr. stone: senku ishigami,
- elsword: noah ebalon,
- ensemble stars: natsume sakasaki,
- fate: gawain,
- fate: ritsuka fujimaru,
- hanako-kun: nene yashiro,
- higurashi: satoko houjou,
- identity v: norton campbell,
- kaguya-sama love is war: miyuki shirogan,
- kokoro connect: himeko inaba,
- lady and the tramp: angel,
- lazytown: stephanie meanswell,
- mo dao zu shi: meng yao,
- my hero academia: katsuki bakugo,
- paradox live: hajun yeon,
- wonder egg priority: rika kawai
tdm
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—-
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.
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—-
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.
"...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.
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.
- ✽
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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.
Nene Yashiro | Jibaku Shōnen Hanako-kun
[ Maybe she spends too long staring at the other students, broom in hand, before forcing her breathing to steady. She doesn't remember transferring schools- not that she's sure Hanako would let her- and she doesn't recognize anyone around her. The teachers feel off and she can't put a single name to a classmate's face. And yet... no, maybe she's misremembering...?
... It's... not the first time something strange has happened to her. So what does she do? Does she play along? Or make an excuse to go? Once erasing evidence comes up, however, she decides it may be time to go- except none of the doors open, and- oh god what did she step in?
Eventually the cleaning is finished- somehow- but Nene finds herself struggling to actually look anyone in the eye long enough to hold a conversation. Instead she's just desperately searching for someone who looks just as lost or unnerved as she feels. ]
[ B : GRADUATION ]
[ Now, Nene might be a bit of a space-case sometimes, but when the sole graduate of the previous class comes up to the podium, well, something's hinky. But when she speaks, almost no one around her seems to react. Is she being paranoid? Is she just flinchy because the whole scenario is weird? ... No, no, Keep your eyes open matched with that demeanor is definitely strange. Just what is going on?!
Eventually, however, the students are set free and Nene struggles to not get swept in the crowd- once she's able to steady herself though, she turns to someone nearby. ]
Um... what do you think she meant?
[ C : NIGHT TIME ]
I was trying to look around a bit, and I found something...
[ And here, Nene waves whoever she's talking to over... and then tries to push the entrance doors open. It doesn't budge. Sliding them doesn't move them a millimeter either. She tries multiple times from multiple angles to make her point before stepping back again. ]
The windows are like that too.
[ D : wildcard ! ]
[ hit me up in the dms or on plurk for plotting or shoot your shot! please note however that i'm not yet caught up to the manga, but i love nene a lot and i couldn't resist. ]
graduation
[ Ala doesn't look entirely sure either, leaning back in her seat a little just enough to tip it back on its hind legs and balance on the edge, and then fall back forward with a clack! If she's worried about all of this, she definitely doesn't let it show. ]
It sounds like good general life advice?
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[ Because she sure doesn't! Not with how horribly strange everything else has been. Not with how harrowed the graduate seemed. ]
I don't know. It feels really ominous.
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[ Considering that pause, she also doesn't know... but she can't say either way, so she just shrugs, rocking a little in her seat. ]
Graduation's kinda somber, isn't it? It's the atmosphere getting to you! Probably!
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I come from a super small town, so... I guess graduation makes me scared of people leaving, and if they leave, I'll never see them ever again. That girl... she sounded like she never intends to come back here, didn't she?
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Oh, there's the class roster in the main hall! We can use it to see who the other senpai are!
(does ala know i love her)
[ Whatever is found might be useful, right? Though to tell the truth, she's a little afraid of what the answer might be. She's... honestly not sure there's a good one at all. Making their way through the thinning crowd feels horribly stuffy somehow, like there's more people there than reality, but it isn't a horribly long trek. ]
Let's see...
she's a good girl who just wants to live
and thats valid!!!
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A!
And yet, something felt unsettling, as if this hadn't been his life or there's something missing. He tries to pay no mind to his classmates' strange whispers, it was probably some strange in-joke... right?
Things started to click when he leaves his classroom, seeing familiar white-green hair and a pair fat ankles. ]
Daikon... senpai? You're Daikon-senpai, right?
yo i legit screamed with absolute delight when i saw this
[ The fog is still there on some level- but seeing someone she truly, legitimately knows gives a certain clarity she had been desperately searching for. Almost everyone else around her feels fake, now- shadow puppets and caricatures. ]
I-I wasn't sure I'd see anyone I actually know!! Are you feeling okay?
[ ... Would that even matter in a strange place like this, actually? Nevermind. ]
same, i'm happy to see people playing from this canon!
[ His head is still trying to connect the missing pieces. There's something inherently wrong with the fact that he can be seen, not just by Daikon-senpai, but by everyone else. Something impossible, something that could never be achieved.
His right hand, no longer hidden by his sleeve, tentatively reaches out to hold her wrist. Mitsuba's hand is warm and he could feel Yashiro's own temperature, he furrows his brows. This feels so strange to him. ]
The only thing I'm sure about is that I definitely know you.
[ But where? Where did they meet? ]
It's hard to forget ankles that are so thick in diameter.
i watched half the anime and posted here and then binged the manga. :'D
[ And it's only going to get worse if she keeps thinking about it, but it's also hard to not think about it. Objectively, one has to be true. Which would make the other a lie, correct?
Except she is still present in the school that is part of the lie. They both are. So... could both be true?
(And then she's completely distracted. Thanks, Mitsuba, you're a peach.) ]
Hey!! My ankles are fine!
oh no... rip
I thought I finally meet someone that made sense but turns out, it's just a daikon.
[ Concern briefly flickers through his face. It wasn't just deja vu, he definitely had said that before. Where? Where? He needs to know. ]
Well... a daikon is still better than nothing, I guess. Or whatever.
i wanted to give any potential canonmates the best i could!!!
[ She's heard it before, and she's said this in return before too. She knows she has. Was it earlier at this odd school with black uniforms? Or before, at- at... Kamome! That was it. ... She had to make sure to think of it often. Just in case.
Still, despite her frustration, Nene can't help but smile a little. If he hasn't let go of her wrist yet, she gently breaks free to squeeze his hand a bit. ]
... I'm glad to see you, Mitsuba-kun. Really.
you're already wonderful ♥
Nothing really makes sense, but least of all, why she's happy to see him. Mitsuba breaks away from the eye contact and tentatively squeezes her hand back. She's warm or perhaps, he makes a mental note, it's strange that he could feel anyone's pulse.
He answers her with a meek nod as he lets out a small noise in agreement. He's happy to see Yashiro-senpai, too. It takes a moment before he hastily speaks up. ]
Do we have time to do something after cleaning up... maybe we can--
[ Pain suddenly hits the back of his neck, he lets out a girlish yelp. His hand finally lets go of Yashiro's. Behind him is one of his classmates with a mop in hand, they shake their head and berate him for flirting before finishing his job. ]
NO YOU!!!!
[ Even when his... classmates? Call him out- wait, flirting, what-- she doesn't quite stop her fretting. Mitsuba is soft and delicate, after all- even if he's prickly sometimes. It looks like their time may be cut short (hah) and the thought of him going back there is a bit intimidating. She doesn't know them. She doesn't want to be alone. ]
I think... I think there's a graduation ceremony later. So maybe we can talk after that?
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[ A : CLEAN UP ]
All of this haunted him, and he all but trailed along the halls. Abruptly entered the Nurses office unannounced and with a vice to conduct some frame of anger. Rounded his nerves to the janitors closet - nothing. Yet. Everything remained the same.
Discomfort was not something Gawain were normally ordained to. Answers something he cared little for, that is - if he were led. As it were, he was a Knight with no master, with no King. A lost dog.
However, someone seemed more lost than him. His expression were cold, but crisp seeing as he found no answers distracted by his own remorse for the past half hour. Yet when he comes upon the small girl who were more dejected than him, his expression softens with concern. His voice gentle, and he reaches out his hand as any good Knight would. Unaware of her nobility or stature in life, he speaks. ] My Lady, are you unwell?
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Are you a teacher...?
[ Her voice is soft and a little shaky, and she really doesn't know what answer it is that she's hoping for. ]
Oh-- um. I- I don't know.... No, I don't think so. Everything feels really weird, and I don't...
[ She doesn't what? There's conflicting memories clashing in her mind, a sense of unease she cannot shake, a confusion she just can't get rid of. This isn't her school. It is her school. This isn't her uniform. It is her uniform. Those were not her classmates. They are her classmates. Where was Aoi? Or Akane? Where... When she speaks again, her voice is terribly quiet. ]
I don't think I can trust my own mind right now.
"Some manga characters are like that" got me
i'm so glad, i love making people laugh
It's nice to meet you, Mister Gawain. My name is Nene Yashiro. [ And to be polite she does give a little bow, but it's not nearly as energetic as she normally is... not that he would know, really. ]
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It's really overwhelming...
[ And she just experienced mind fuckery in the Picture Perfect world! They just got out! She did everything right! At least in that fake school, she still had her friends!! ]
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[ As the girl fidgets, he may notice that she only has one mark comparatively. It's probably no big deal. She certainly hasn't noticed it quite yet... But his gentle approach is certainly helping in some ways, and that's probably a good thing! Right? ]
Do you have multiple memories too?