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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.
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[ (except she's going to not realize they had been assigned homework later, whoopsies. it's fine. she's fine. don't worry about it.) ]
Oh- well, okay. [ Why wouldn't she take him at face value, after all? ] I understand though. Something like this would probably kill any appetite.
[ Between talking, she eats- a drink, she can carry around easier, but she never liked eating and walking. One part of her wants to wolf it all down, the other to nibble at it cautiously because what if? But she finishes fairly easily, and ducks into the bathroom (ominous water aside) to clean up a bit out of politeness. (No one likes a messy eater, but whipped cream is whipped cream. Good to be cautious.) Once she returns, Nene looks towards the lockers- and past that, the stairs. ]
Is there anywhere we haven't checked on this floor?
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He waits patiently while she runs to the bathroom, standing still and rigid in the hall like a statue. Once she returns and asks her question, he pauses with a thoughtful hum.]
Hmmmm! Well, I did say that we do not need to check the library or the auditorium, unless you feel otherwise. Aside from that, the majority of the other rooms are locked, and there is no point in struggling with those again. [He can try wrestling more with those doors another time!] So with that said, we may be done with this floor..
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[ Oh but maybe in the changing rooms... there was a washing machine. Didn't sports clubs need one after all? That's part of most managers' duties. ... She really doesn't want to have to wear her uniform for two weeks without stop. But let's not talk about that! ]
Okay! Then onto the next... Oh, wait. Does your PDA have your locker number? We might have left ourselves something!
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[He brightens up at his suggestion! And he whips out his PDA to check!]
Of course! Another brilliant idea, Yashiro-kun. Good job! What better place to check than the ultimate safe repository of a student? It seems that my locker number is '028'. We should check them on the double!
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I'm 172. I think yours will be closer? Let's go!!
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[With that, Ishimaru moves with an energetic stride along the lockers, coming to a halt at his own locker.]
Here it is! I apologize if there is any mess. I pride myself on keeping any locker of mine neat and orderly!
[And so, with the combination on his PDA, he opens his locker! And finds... "one extra uniform, two casual outfits of your ooc choosing, a single small bag of their favorite snack, and a blank notebook with pages filled with faint indentions, as if somebody had tried scratching notes with their fingernail due to not having a pen on hand. Incidentally, there is no pen provided."]
...Ah! A spare uniform. How splendid! [He is sincere in saying this.] And some more clothes... ah, a nice healthy snack too! B-but food has no place in a locker. I hope you can forgive me for such a crass violation!
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[ It's at least ONE thing coming up transfer students! With a bit of renewed energy, Nene makes her way to her own locker- and finds a spare uniform herself, alongside two of her own favored outfits. Huh. And some strawberry daifuku! Oh, she almost wants to cru at that. But before she has any for herself, she readily holds out a piece for Ishimaru. ]
I insist. You've really been helping me a lot, even if you might not know it!
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[He's relieved to not be judged! He then takes a moment to make sure everything in his locker is neatly arranged, and then he follows her to her own! His eyes widen in surprise at the piece offered out to him.]
...Really? Are- are you sure this is okay? I... do not wish to deprive you of a snack...!
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[ And she means it! You can't not come out as friends when exploring a horrible haunted school together. (Needless to say this statement will soon be tested, but by gosh she's going to do her best.) ]
rip...
Fr-friends?! Really? When we have just met each other... we are already considered friends!? [He says as if grasping some incredible, unbelievable truth.]
That is - so heartwarming!! In light of that, now I have to accept this as a gift of newfound friendship!!
[With that, he'll take the piece of it and pretty much shove it right into his mouth. Boy was he hungry!]
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[ Of course, she makes friends rather easily for the most part... When she's not weirding people out that is. It's only natural, in her eyes. ]
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[ She doubts that it'll be easy in the upcoming weeks. But by gosh, she's gonna do her best. ]
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[At least, he wants her to believe that. And himself.]