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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.

Comments

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...]

[angelindisguise]

[Angel doesn’t even realize she’s being picked up until her little legs are off the ground. She panics and squirms a little.]

Hey, put me down!

[She can talk too!]

[closewithnewintown]

[IMMEDIATELY DROPS THE DEMON DOG]

[angelindisguise]

Oof!

[And she lands on her feet, like a cat. She pauses for a moment. No way that human actually understood her.]

You should be more careful if you’re gonna pick me up like that. I’m not a big fan of surprises.

[closewithnewintown]

-- Oh, gosh, I didn't hurt you, did I? [just. visibly fretting, kneeling down so she can get on her level.] I'm sorry! I thought you were a dog!

[angelindisguise]

Huh? I’m a dog. What makes you think I’m not?

[They’re definitely... talking to each other right now, right?]

[closewithnewintown]

... You're, um. Talking. Animals don't talk. [animals that do talk are actually grown men in costumes. it is known.]

[angelindisguise]

So you can understand me! I thought I was going crazy...

... Actually I still might be. Look, it’s not normal for humans to understand us either.

[closewithnewintown]

... I mean, I guess it's fine if it's a mutual thing? [that way, neither of us are insane.]

You still shouldn't be mean to the kitties, though. They're nice! They don't do anything bad.

[angelindisguise]

I guess so.

[Angel glances back at the top of the locker. The cat has seemed to quietly have moved on.]

Ugh, but I hate cats. They’re so... they’re just... they’re cats!

[closewithnewintown]

Yeah, but how would you feel if you were napping somewhere and somebody started shouting at you? That's how the kitty must have felt!

[angelindisguise]

[Angel’s expression softens. She doesn’t like cats, but she can appreciate someone who cares about animals.]

... All right, I guess you make a good point. I’ll try to be nicer to them, but I can’t make any promises. Cats and me don’t exactly get along.

[closewithnewintown]

All you can do is try your best!

I'm Stephanie, by the way. [beat] Are you a student? Did they give you a uniform? Is it small?

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.

[angelindisguise]

"I'm fine, just heading out for some fresh air."

Is there a way to get fresh air here? Angel doesn't know the place is sealed up to students like her. Oh yeah, and she's a talking dog.