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MINI-EVENT DISCUSSION TIME [open]

WHO: Everyone!!
WHEN: April 25th, 6PM
WHAT: Who wants to talk about ~murder~?

[There's a strong part of Kokichi that wants to keep everything he's figured out to himself, especially knowing the "winner" of this mystery will gain a ton of bonus points that could throw a serious wrench into his plans. He tends to work alone, after all.

But fortunately, there's a louder, more pragmatic part that knows everyone needs to come together. Whatever the game is here, no rules have been given. It doesn't seem like they're gonna force everyone together to figure things out. And maybe that's the point – no forced teamwork this time around, a prize to discourage people from working together. This whole setup seems designed to have them all working against each other.

Well, fuck that. The status quo is just gonna get more people killed. It's time to herd some cats and get everyone on the same page. If nothing else, it's a way to learn anything others might have figured out, and a chance to see who here has a working brain.]

--–

[Every transfer student will find an unsigned note in their lockers that reads "transfer students meeting @ 6pm 4/25 in classroom 2-C".

When they arrive at the set location and time, they'll find extra desks have been shoved in from other classrooms so there's seating for everyone. On the chalkboard, written in big bubble letters, is "SUPER FUN MURDER DISCUSSION PARTY TIME!!" with some goofy doodles around the edges. This is very serious, guys. One corner of the room has a square taped off on the floor with a single desk situated inside it, a sign taped to it reading "Crazy Containment Zone". A piece of paper on the desk says "reserved for Komaeda".

No one takes credit for organizing everything. But regardless, it's time to have a discussion.]

((HOW THIS WORKS:

- This post is a free for all! Feel free to start your own threads to discuss any clue/topic/theory/random outburst you want. Jump into any thread anywhere, no need to keep things tidy and continuous. This is gonna be a big group crammed into a classroom all talking at once, so just embrace the chaos.

- Please let the people who discovered clues OOCly be the ones to reveal them ICly! You can assume things have already been explained for the sake of discussing other clues and proposing theories and whatnot, just please don't steal anyone's thunder when it comes to explaining the things their characters figured out!

That's it! Let me know if you have any other concerns or guidelines to consider adding, just shoot me a PM or hit me up on plurk or discord! Have fun!))

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Due to some OOC miscommunication on the mun's part, Ritsuka's involvement in this particular part of an investigation was a mistake and based on unintentionally infomodded information. As such, her involvement in the discussion will be considered noncanon, although threads resulting from her appearance can be considered canon at the players' discretion. I apologize for the miscommunication and the overall mess, and hope it hasn't caused too much of a headache.

[Hinata arrived late - in part because one of his assignments had gone late, but it's more on purpose than anything else, because he doesn't want to do this again. There is no Killing Game here, and he's so tired of investigating dead bodies. But someone still died, and it sits too heavily on his conscious to leave alone, so he does eventually show up about midway through the fighting.

Long enough to see how Komaeda's been behaving, and for his nails to finally form those crescents on his palms.

He should interject - but there's other things people need to say, so Hinata waits. He waits until Komaeda has finally returned to his desk, and with a face as still and as deadly as a storm, he steadily walks over to the containment zone.

He's moving so quietly, it may actually come as a surprise when he slams his hand on the desk with a resounding crack. It might even be loud enough to disturb a few conversations for a second, if anyone is not deeply involved in them.]

Have you had your fill of screwing with everybody's heads yet?

[Hinata saw that exchange with Nene, among others.

And he's furious.]

[After whatever unholy chaos this unleashes, or maybe just from having to listen to Komaeda in general + all the murder talk, Hinata is really, really going to need a drink.

But he's got a solid four years before he hits the legal drinking age in Japan, so. Banana tea it is.]

...I'll take the strongest cup you have.

[It will either be filled with enough caffeine to get him through this meeting, or will be decaff enough to soothe his nerves until he can actually get caffeine.]

[Hinata has just been. Really wary of Angel ~~I'm so sorry Angel~~, not through any fault of her own, but because the only talking animals in his life have been directly involved with murder (well, one of them for sure; for Usami, he and the rest of his class have all just kind of lumped her in with Monokuma). But she doesn't seem like a bad dog, so he's been trying to at least give her the same treatment as everyone else stuck in this situation.

But while he's drinking his tea, his eyes go wide as he overhears her and Gawain speaking, Hinata's own misgivings momentarily forgotten. That couldn't be...]

...You said you smelled a cat? [A pause, wondering if he'll sound crazy for bringing for bringing it up.] It might not mean anything, but... It's strange. I overheard some students saying there was a cat hanging around the case that had the first body as well.

~~NEVER MIND I'M GOING TO KILL HIM AFTER ALL~~

[ it certainly has gotten heavier in here, hasn't it...?

Abel's eyes briefly narrow at Gawain's reply. ]

...You know the answer to that question, don't you? This situation is so far from 'normal,' and there's so much we still don't understand. Could you really justify writing someone off for death in a place like this...?

[ his frown deepens; it's pensive and more than a little worried. ]

No, this is all... this is besides the point. Taking a life won't bring back the one that was lost. Please don't think about 'executing' someone at all, Mr. Gawain.

Right...

( nene doesn't seem to look at anyone as they pass. once she's outside, she just slides to the floor and hugs her legs. )

... 'm sorry.

( mood, nene. big mood. )

( STOP. saihara doesn't even wanna think about ouma witnessing this. )

( NO PLEASE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT IT'S OK IF YOU NEVER BRING IT UP AGAIN!!!

saihara's dying but also i hope this taught gawain that's how you express affection in this modern world and he gives his undergarments to someone too at some point. become the dangan you were meant to be, gawain. )

( saihara hides behind hinata for the rest of the meeting, thank you. just buries his face in hinata's back and never leaves again. )

Ah... It's alright, Ouma-kun. I'll handle it.

[ time to notice these two in the middle of this, but also. ]

S-Sorry. Can you hold this though?

[ here is the Disrespect™ you requested aka the half-eaten piece of beef jerky he got from stephanie, he's gonna forget about it soon anyway because komaeda's a full-time job. he hands it to ouma before hurrying over to grab komaeda by his arm. ]

Komaeda-kun, um... I don't have anything in my desk that's... Come to think of it, I didn't have candy either?

[ Where did Komaeda get that? ]

( he thinks about every step that he takes, what would do the transfer students some good and what will help in leading them in the right direction. if one was to ask komaeda if he's doing something bad, and truthfully he doesn't think so. he believes he has every right to do this. it's complicated, hard to parse when no one understands why komaeda is the way that he is. after doing what he can in making their team effort stronger, he believes that sitting down and taking an intermission would be good for him.

who knew how long that would last, especially with how he jumps in his chair (just enough that he sits up straight) from the impact on his desk. chill out, he's getting old. his pale green eyes glance towards hinata, gaze fixated on the expression he wears before even thinking on how to reply to his question. this is difficult, especially with the people around, and when komaeda thought he had some sort of freedom around here. )

There you are, having fun yet? ( he says this with a smile, that same comforting one from before. though, it must be pretty tasteless to use it at a time like this to reassure the other. ) Ah... but I'm crazy, that's why I'm in this area to begin with. ( he points at the cut-off tape, and then to his name that's attached to the desk. ) I hope you aren't expecting reasonable answers, Hinata-kun.

You're right. The painting could help us establish the timeline of events, but... we probably shouldn't get too hung up on it.

[ he can't shake the feeling it does fit into the puzzle somehow though, but nothing he can do if he can't tell how. ]

Although... was Okane-san even seen leaving the library? It seems as if accounts of where she was almost stop at the fire.

[ he shakes his head softly: no. ]

They didn't seem to find it strange... So we didn't really ask them about it. The regular students appear to accept that the way it is.

[ so if natsume wants to ask them, that's not a bad idea. ]

Ouma-kun... cut it out.

[ he doesn't have time for ouma messing with him like this right now. ]

( aw, there's nothing in there, but he feels pretty excited to be caught red-handed. rather, he likes people he's messing with to be there when he does things like this. makes it all feel worth it in a way. )

.....

( it's not a free time present, but it is a piece of candy he's now handing over to saihara for him to take (in exchange for his arm). don't ask him the flavor or type because he doesn't know, and it's not like he's answering questions at the moment anyway. )

...

[ two people can play the dot game, really.

saihara ignores the candy and only drags komaeda further, still holding his arm to make sure he doesn't decide to go back. he's blaming the leash incidents for this, but it feels a little like having a dog that's trying to tell you something but you don't speak dog language.

...

his gaze ends up backtracking to where komaeda dragged the desk. ]

...Did you just want to sit with someone?

[ softly. ok, komaeda gets this one (1) treat. ]

( usually when offered something sweet, people will want that than someone bitter, but komaeda didn't have high expectations of it working. especially when it wasn't a well-thought out plan, so of course saihara wouldn't be fooled by something so easy. then he'll just pocket the candy and save it for a rainy day. )

Is that what I want?

( he asks, following saihara's gaze to the desks he's pushed together. it's only a few over there, but it must seem that way. after, he matches the detective's quite tone, as if this is a secret they're hiding from the group and an exchange only meant to be heard between them. )

Or is that what you've personally deduced? Amazing! Using your talent on trash like me.

( there's this little shift of him moving his arm, but he's not taking it out of saihara's grasp. no, he's staying in place. )

I really don't deserve it.

...Stop it.

[ almost involuntarily, his fingers tighten their grip into komaeda's sleeve as he says that. he's not... angry, per se, but it's difficult to not get frustrated with behavior like this. saihara can tell at the very least that he's being dodgy on purpose. ]

Even if I did deduce that... you could still tell me if I'm wrong, you know?

[ hm...

he looks up after a second, even if with difficulty, trying to catch a glimpse of the other's expression. ]

Komaeda-kun, did you know? A lot of the process of solving a case can involve making mistaken deductions in the first place, and then disproving them with evidence. It's... not as straightforward as people think.

( he could think of a million things as to why the other would say that, but instead, the delighted expression he keeps says otherwise. his thoughts never match properly with his smiles, so the chance of komaeda doing this on purpose is there. he no longer keeps his eyes attached to saihara's own, and instead they fall to the fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. what he's trying to identify is why he'd do that. )

That's not how it works for me.

( that's thanks to his luck and wanting things to work out in his favor, and a little brute force here and there. though, he knows that saihara isn't wrong in that field either, who would know better than the ultimate detective himself? he's in no place to say he's wrong in the first place, and maybe this is why they've come to this. )

Do you want to be right when it comes to me? ( he has another thought, but nothing as possessive as the previous. ) Or do you think I'm leading you astray on purpose? I'm beneath you, Saihara-kun, I can't say if you're wrong or if you're right.

( besides, even if he doesn't do that, he does have saihara standing right here with him, holding onto him, and making conversation. this is probably more than what komaeda could have asked for, actually. )

[ he does wish komaeda would stop saying things like that... look, he can barely take an honest compliment as is, much less one that demeans the other person he's talking to in the process. he's never going to accept it if this is the form it takes. but in a way... maybe that's a form of dodging the requirement to talk about himself, too.

in the end, the only thing saihara truly knows about komaeda is that he doesn't know all that much after all. ]

...No, I don't think I'd mind if I was proven wrong. If anything, I'm telling you I might be more used to it than you think.

[ he shakes his head softly, then lets go at last, freeing his fingers from the fabric a little awkwardly as the more he consciously thinks about it, the more it sinks in what he did. at the time, he wasn't thinking about much except containing komaeda and also a way to repress his frustration so he could think before talking, but... ]

Ah, sorry. What I mean is... I'm only trying to get to know you, Komaeda-kun.

...Sakasaki-kun.

[ sorry. his cut-in is really soft-spoken, and he does look apologetic for it but... there's also something more in that hesitation. basically, he's acting like a guy who has something he hasn't shared yet (because that's what he is). he's just contemplating if he should, but after a second: ]

If you decide to talk to Arisu-san about any of this... ah, would you mind if I joined you? There's something I'd like to show her.

[ and natsume will be there too, which means he'll find out? it's not a bad deal. ]

( is it because he noticed? that he looked at that exact spot that saihara removed his hand, or was it the reminder of how insignificant komaeda is that he did so? even though the other's fingers no longer cling to his attire, he can still feel the phantom weight that's left behind, and then as time moves, it becomes light yet again. these actions are unfamiliar to komaeda, so he guesses that this way saihara's way of reprimanding him, and with his hold gone, it must not be needed anymore. his comprehension has never been on the same wavelength as others, sorry saihara.

it's because the subject has to do with hope.. that's what saihara is after all, especially to komaeda. so to hear that the ultimate detective doesn't being wrong, his eyes snap up immediately. the world he confides in is filled with talent for those who have it are rays of hope, and the thing about hope is that it's the absolute good. he lifts one hand, the same one whose sleeve the other had held onto, and komaeda settles it right against saihara's chest, over his heart. )

Do you know what you are? ( he leans forward, chuckling softly. ) The strength of your talent... of your hope... you're always right, no matter what anyone says! To deny hope and to say it's wrong... ( he blinks slow, and as his eyelids flutter back open — his eyes spin slowly, black and white as he becomes high off his own words. he speaks like it's all a known fact, and it should be.. ) That's a foolish world to live in! As long as your hope guides them, nothing you say or do is wrong! I want to see it, where it'll lead us... your hope, because you're right!

( on cue, he blinks again, his sickly, pale green eyes returning back to normal as he smiles softly to reassure the other. )

I'm nothing, Saihara-kun.

( he hums, as if he didn't do anything weird before. though, his hand flinches once he notices where it's settled, and he slowly pulls away. )

What you do know is that I'm indecent, a worthless human being who touched you.

[After Hinata's gotten some tea into him, he'll start to run some damage control. His heart still aches about Nene, but that situation's out of his hands, so he'll start here instead, taking a seat near Inaba with a sigh.]

...Hey. I'm sorry about Komaeda earlier, he used to be like this when I knew him before too. He thinks he's helping, but he's really just an asshole to everyone instead.

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