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October Event
10/02 06:12
✽ Silence lifts at six in the morning, and there is still quite a bit of time before classes start. Early risers who decide to return to school from the dorms cross the courtyard and open the double doors and—- something cold and wet drips down onto their head: old blood from the torso of a student(?) bound by rope and strung up above the doors to the courtyard, body burned black and cut in half at the waist.
The air is heavy, and the entire school smells of blood.
Hope... month...
✽ A large poster advertising the student store has been tacked up on the bulletin board. For October, store hours are now 6AM to 8PM Monday to Saturday, and noon to 4PM on Sundays. Outside of those hours, the shopkeeper is occasionally in the shop and will leave the door propped open if they are, but more often than not, the door is closed and there is no answer when knocking on the door. Laundry tokens can now be purchased at a reasonable price. The rock gacha machine is now located just outside the door so it can be played at any time. Please continue to spend your hard-eared points on plain boring normal rocks.
✽ In the dormitory, the construction paper covering the oil paintings start to soak through with blood, causing the papers to grow heavy and fall. The distorted faces in the paintings seem to be bleeding from their open wounds, the canvas wet to the touch and smelling of blood. Blood dripping down the walls and on the floor do not cause the dorms to change, nor do the splatters of blood seen on the glass over the star dormitory rooms occasionally throughout the month, as if it had rained blood in the darkness and silence of night, although no other evidence is seen elsewhere in the courtyard.
✽ The wisteria tree slowly continues to lose its petals, and the area roughly ten feet around the trunk of the tree has become completely dead and barren, leaving dry dirt underneath. Despite shedding its petals, new buds are becoming noticeable now too. The spider lilies that bloomed during the autumnal equinox remain, still covering the rest of the courtyard and extending into the forest surrounding the school. Outside, the air smells faintly metallic at all times.
✽ Occasionally throughout the month and increasing in frequency and intensity towards the end of the month, characters with 13 or more tallies will find themselves sensitive to sunlight and loud noises, prone to vertigo upon standing or turning too quickly, and suffering ice pick headaches throughout the day.
✽ Characters with 5 or less tallies will hear faint white noise during the normally silent hours of midnight to 6AM, but no other sound.
✽ The class roster on the bulletin board acknowledges class 1-D for leading the rest of the classes in rank, being the first to reach 100. All characters in first year classes and #-D classes will receive 500 merit points and will be able to exit out the front door to the school. They will be able to make it up to the front gate, but will find themselves growing lightheaded and about to pass out if they try to squeeze through the bars or climb over the gate itself. Please contact me privately if they would try to get out anyways.
✽ The void in the auditorium continues to grow, and (pending character interaction) by the end of the month will encompass the entire right wing of the first floor past the lockers, the home ec cooking room on the second floor, as well as the art club room on the third floor.
✽ In the dormitory, the construction paper covering the oil paintings start to soak through with blood, causing the papers to grow heavy and fall. The distorted faces in the paintings seem to be bleeding from their open wounds, the canvas wet to the touch and smelling of blood. Blood dripping down the walls and on the floor do not cause the dorms to change, nor do the splatters of blood seen on the glass over the star dormitory rooms occasionally throughout the month, as if it had rained blood in the darkness and silence of night, although no other evidence is seen elsewhere in the courtyard.
✽ The wisteria tree slowly continues to lose its petals, and the area roughly ten feet around the trunk of the tree has become completely dead and barren, leaving dry dirt underneath. Despite shedding its petals, new buds are becoming noticeable now too. The spider lilies that bloomed during the autumnal equinox remain, still covering the rest of the courtyard and extending into the forest surrounding the school. Outside, the air smells faintly metallic at all times.
✽ Occasionally throughout the month and increasing in frequency and intensity towards the end of the month, characters with 13 or more tallies will find themselves sensitive to sunlight and loud noises, prone to vertigo upon standing or turning too quickly, and suffering ice pick headaches throughout the day.
✽ Characters with 5 or less tallies will hear faint white noise during the normally silent hours of midnight to 6AM, but no other sound.
✽ The class roster on the bulletin board acknowledges class 1-D for leading the rest of the classes in rank, being the first to reach 100. All characters in first year classes and #-D classes will receive 500 merit points and will be able to exit out the front door to the school. They will be able to make it up to the front gate, but will find themselves growing lightheaded and about to pass out if they try to squeeze through the bars or climb over the gate itself. Please contact me privately if they would try to get out anyways.
✽ The void in the auditorium continues to grow, and (pending character interaction) by the end of the month will encompass the entire right wing of the first floor past the lockers, the home ec cooking room on the second floor, as well as the art club room on the third floor.
Exchange Program
✽ On October 11, students participating in the exchange program are given one pocket knife each and sent out the front doors, upon which they will find themselves in that canon location as if they had stepped out of any normal door in the area. For characters who visit their own canon's location, they will find all their friends and family alive and happy— except for the one person they are closest to, who will be absent. Nobody there will recognize your character or the person they are closest to, regarding both as complete strangers, as if neither have ever existed in the first place. But otherwise... think of it as canon good end, in contrast to elevator bad end.
✽ There is no bus to take them back to Yogen and they can stay as long as they'd like, even forever if they feel like it. If they wish to return to their real home, though, they would have to first return to Yogen and figure things out from there. The first time they open the pocket knife, they will find a piece of paper tucked between the blade and the handle reading "Use to return." If they use it on other people, that's the local law enforcement's business. In order to return to Yogen, perhaps remembering Natsume's presentation mentioning how they got there in the first place, they will have to use the knife on themselves, or otherwise die by happenstance or, eventually, old age. Two weeks after their return to school, they will find one additional tally on the inside of their wrist.
✽ In return, Yogen receives three exchange students: two familiar and one not.
✽ There is no bus to take them back to Yogen and they can stay as long as they'd like, even forever if they feel like it. If they wish to return to their real home, though, they would have to first return to Yogen and figure things out from there. The first time they open the pocket knife, they will find a piece of paper tucked between the blade and the handle reading "Use to return." If they use it on other people, that's the local law enforcement's business. In order to return to Yogen, perhaps remembering Natsume's presentation mentioning how they got there in the first place, they will have to use the knife on themselves, or otherwise die by happenstance or, eventually, old age. Two weeks after their return to school, they will find one additional tally on the inside of their wrist.
✽ In return, Yogen receives three exchange students: two familiar and one not.
OOC
✽ The first prompt leads into this month's mini-event, which is becoming a misnomer, maybe they should be called murder events instead.
✽ All students leaving on the exchange program will icly be gone for at least 10/11 - 10/17, although they will be able to return at any later date in October, at the player's discretion, regardless of how much time they experienced on their trip. Just like in the bad end elevator and the void school, nothing physical can be taken back from the exchange trip, but characters can at least drain their bank accounts eating good food and exploring town before coming back.
✽ The new exchange students are former npcs Kouji Seki and Chiaki Kudo, as well as a new student ???. They can be interacted with in their corresponding toplevels below, after 10/11.
✽ All students leaving on the exchange program will icly be gone for at least 10/11 - 10/17, although they will be able to return at any later date in October, at the player's discretion, regardless of how much time they experienced on their trip. Just like in the bad end elevator and the void school, nothing physical can be taken back from the exchange trip, but characters can at least drain their bank accounts eating good food and exploring town before coming back.
✽ The new exchange students are former npcs Kouji Seki and Chiaki Kudo, as well as a new student ???. They can be interacted with in their corresponding toplevels below, after 10/11.
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Clamor coming back as a sickle
....are his teachers gonna recognize him once he wakes up, is Noah gonna have to explain multiple times why he's carrying a deadly weapon around the school, etc?? Basically does the school faculty just Know that it's Clamor and he's back to being a "student" despite his, uh, body situation, or would they have to go to the VP and explain/ask about all that to have his student-status reinstated (if they decide to at all, classwork is hard when you have no hands and he's not worried about graduating.....)
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An example being Byakuya Ishigami (Senku's dad) not being remembered by the Very Village that he helped start FGDBJFSNDLD
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SMACKS INTO yes this is the 11th i will go for your others later
It could still be okay; maybe her previous death was traumatic enough that she won't remember him, or something like that, so he'll get in her line of sight and watching her expression carefully as he raises a hand in greeting. )
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11th; home ec sewing room
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24th bc it seems like they're trapped the way everyone was before so,
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11th
Are you a nurse in training?
( he asks this first, because you never know, some students want to start jobs early, or maybe he's one with a sickly disposition as well. anyway, komaeda will sit down on a cot because he left his knife here awhile back, he wants to know if it's still under the bed, actually, and maybe he should ask for pain killers... the sun has been beating him with a stick? he's dying. )
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like... the 13th... which is today....
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the fun thing about this post is that it applies just as equally to 10/18. and 19. and 20. and]
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he follows after her and hesitates a bit outside her door before calling out,]
H-hey, uh... are you okay?
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[Noah's had his sickle back since September 23rd, and since that point — since wrestling it out of the tree in numerous stupid and reckless ways — he's been... talking to it. It's October now and he's still talking to it, not much, but little things, intermittent little thoughts and feelings that he says to the weapon sitting at his hip.
To him, it's a comfort, since this is the weapon that Clamor used to be in before they came here and Clamor was an actual physical person again. To him, talking to a weapon isn't that unusual, but this weapon is empty. The man who once inhabited it is long dead, and yet.
Yet.
As he's walking around the courtyard this morning (because he saw that corpse hanging in the doorway and he's decided he's going to ditch today thanks) with a killer migraine no thanks to the sunlight bearing down on him, he's kind of out of it in the way that someone who suffers a huge loss is normally out of it, but...]
You know... by now, I figured we'd get out of here and be back home.
[...he's still having a full conversation with someone long-dead, with an object who can't respond to him.
Some part of Noah knows that this is ridiculous, a foggy awareness in the back of his mind.
Some part of him, the one that wins in the end, refuses to let go.]
☽ Bolide ☆
[Sometimes, especially a bit later into the evening, Noah can be found outside the dormitories with Clamor's spellbook in one hand, usually shouting out the names of spells that he's practicing or otherwise sitting there with his head in his hands clearly trying to parse how to make certain spells work. This is so, so much harder without having an active teacher here, but he's made a habit of going outside and messing with magic daily.
Tonight is one of those nights where he's on his feet, reading over the notes in the spellbook before—]
Retrograde!
[—three bright planetlike objects surround Noah in shades of purple, blue, and yellow, orbiting around him while he kind of just
stands there
as if he's trying to figure out what to do next. He didn't think he'd get this far; he's been working on this particular one for weeks, and it's vastly different from his usual shadow magic. So. Okay, cool, what does he do now? Do these things just go away on their own or does he have to unsummon them like he would his shadows or...
While he's standing there dumbfounded and reading further in the spellbook, perhaps you approach, and perhaps if you've known Noah for a while you can see it when his head is ducked down — the roots of his hair, as well as the tips, have started to turn black, a striking contrast against his normal blue-silver colour. Really, the bigger concern here might be the fact that one of the planets is scraping the ground and tearing the grass up and Noah has no idea about it because he's got his nose pressed to a heavy spellbook — maybe don't touch the planets if you approach.]
☽ Oneirataxia ☆ [Closed to current CR]
[People aren't real to Noah — not in the sense that he can't see them or hear them or touch them, but in the sense that he's suffered his second instance of someone dear to him being killed and impersonated. This means that, with little exception, everyone he sees is not only on thin fucking ice but extremely suspicious to him.
But it's fine, because this time Noah has a plan to see who's real and who's a doppelganger, which means—]
Hey. I need to talk to you.
[—he's going to be an aggressive little shit at people and give them pop quizzes! Hopefully you remember obscure things you said to him months ago, because Noah remembers, and Noah's about to test to see if you've been replaced or not. Oh, and if you're thinking you can escape this? You cannot. He will chase you down and try to pin you with shadow magic. Do not test a paranoid child.]
☽ wildcard ☆
[hello yes come at me or come at me on plurk
III | quiz me bb
He's got a lot of things to worry about Noah catching onto, after all, so it doesn't take long to decide to play it casual.]
Sure. What's on your mind, kid?
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we know we're all here for the quiz
good.
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☽ Oneirataxia.... son.............
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bolide but you have NO idea how bad i want the quiz, sighs, maybe i'll just tag you twice
do it i dare you
maybe i WILL. also i got this tag at work and went NOAHHHHHHH touches my heart...
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☽ Bolide ☆ i need this out of my inventory officially it's killing me :' )
shrieks i fucking forgot about the monocle
SAME it's okay it's here now
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☽ Oneirataxia ☆
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oneirataxia but it's technically before bolide because that makes more sense timeliney
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bolide (aka the dumb bitch meet and greet)
crying
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[ A bunch of strange objects have been piled into the corner of the dorms common rooms. Gatcha rocks, pencils, random sheets of paper...and some bags of candy? A few candles have also been placed down, unlit.
Crouched down in front of it is Crona. They don't seem overly focused on anyone else in the room, instead they put their hands together in some approximation of prayer and mumble something under their breath. ]
Um...so here lies Crona. I don't think I got a grave back home so I'm making one here. I died at some point...and it makes me sad because I never said goodbye. So, I'm going to say it right now, sorry Crona. Sorry Medusa. Sorry Ragnorok...and I'm sorry to Maka too. I really wanted to be your friend forever, but I'm glad I died before I did anything bad.
B. Post Student Exchange.
It was so annoying, Maka wasn't even there! [ Maybe you're on your way to class, maybe you're trying to get back to the dorms, but either way, Crona is feeling unusually chatty today, and is taking it out on a random passerby.
Gesturing wildly with a handy souvenir knife, they complain louder. ]
I can't deal with it...I looked for her for so long, but nobody even knew who she was! And I had to spend another week chasing the stupid scary guy because he didn't want to go home. I wanted this to be a fun trip...but it was just annoying! Annoying annoying!! Not...not hopeful! I can't deal with it!
C. Headache...
[ Towards the end of the month, Crona's presence in class starts to dwindle, and they can usually be found curled up in their room with whatever aspirin they can request from the school nurse. Anyone perceptive enough to keep an eye out will notice that instead of their usually twelve, they now sport fourteen tallies on their wrist...with the headaches suddenly setting in around the same time the tallies did.
Either way, they're bedridden and ignoring all their homework...so maybe check up on them?]
D. Wildcard!
[ Tag this little loser with What Ever or hit me up on plurk
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It wasn't hopeful?
( he calls out, looking towards them with a small frown as if crona has said the worst thing that could ever be said near komaeda. he's not too much worried about the stupid crazy guy that they could be referring to, they'll check on them later... if he recalls, it was shin? yeah, they're not wrong about it, so still not a reason for komaeda to comment on it. )
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A || Crona my child
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[The best way to rationalize something that doesn't make sense is obviously to exhaust yourself and then think about it in the shower. That had originally been the plan, but he found that being out in the courtyard in the middle of the day usually lead to a splitting headache. The sun was too damn bright.
Hence why he was now doing laps around the pool and court in the middle of the night. He had lost track of how many he had done, but he hadn't broken a sweat yet, so he picked up the pace and began to run faster.
Anything to avoiding the freaky tree in the middle.]
II. Hidden in Plain Sight
[Okay, so his naturally distrusting nature might have gotten the better of him. So what if he was being paranoid? It was always better to be safe than to be sorry, and in this case, it was always better to be prepared for the worst.
He had hidden three other makeshift weapons around the school so far—a broken broom handle that he had sharpened to a point being one of them—and he was now working on the fourth. He wasn't trying to be sneaky or anything, just sitting out in the hallway sharpening a toothbrush he had snatched from... someone.
Totally a normal thing to do.]
III. Normal Questions
[He had been standing in front of one of the paintings for about ten minutes now, looking a bit disturbed and a lot confused. He didn't know what he was more confused about—the paintings or where the blood was coming from.
Because that sure was blood, the smudge of red on his finger where he had touched the canvas proved that.
Where the hell was it coming from?]
IV. Wild Card
[If you want to do anything at all with Jason or simply want to plot you can always message me at
II
[You didn't ask for him or his unsolicited advice but he's here now, arms folded and a hip cocked out against the wall, peering down to examine Jason's work. It's smart, really; he wouldn't have ever pegged a toothbrush to be something particularly deadly, but it makes sense now that he thinks it over. Easy to conceal, small enough to be portable.]
There's a bunch'a cult kids that hang out around here, I doubt it would be too hard to find a box of matches. Or there's the stove burners.
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wildcard: heyyyy roomie
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threadjacking for one comment and then leaving i have to
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III but set after "hi new, I'm Noah" lmfao
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[If you walk by the nurse's office (or are going in at all), you'll probably pass by Lucifer, exiting with some painkillers and a can of coffee that he's clearly going to take the painkillers with. Has he heard of water? Probably not. There are bags under his eyes, though. Someone is clearly exhausted.
That's not new with Lucifer, though. His eye bags have eye bags. Something about being thousands of years old and chronically grumpy does that to a man.
If he spots you, he'll offer a smile and carry on taking his pills with coffee. Someone's clearly Going Through It.]
Good morning.
[If you look closely, he has a second can of coffee sticking awkwardly out of his blazer pocket, a can which he's quick to grab once his pill-holding hand is free. Feel free to call him out on his coffee addiction.]
⛧ Anhedonia
[The morning of the 17th, Lucifer comes back from the exchange program. There are few moments in his life when he's looked visibly distressed — such as the day Sidney came back missing an arm or the day Clamor died or even back at the bulletin board in August when he saw that the Devildom was accepting exchange students again in the first place. Today is one of those days; he's swift to shoulder past anyone he sees without saying a word, brow knit, and make his way to the music room.
In the best and worst of times, playing the piano brings him a certain comfort. After all, it's his favourite instrument, one he's played for many during his time here — one which he's composed pieces for, mostly pieces for his siblings who he loves so much. Today's piece is a lullaby he wrote a long time ago for Belphie, the youngest of them. A somber piece meant to aid sleep, relaxing like being wrapped in a warm hug. But the way Lucifer plays it is aggressive, and even without knowing that the piece is meant to be a lullaby, it's easy to tell — his fingers mash the keys and he still has not quit frowning.
One missed key has him furiously squashing his hands flat against all the keys underneath them, a brisk cacophony of sour notes ringing in the air. There's a lull, and then Lucifer breathes out a sigh, shaky, trying to calm down.
Suffice it to say, in this one instance, his coveted instrument is not bringing him comfort.]
⛧ Raison d'etre
[Lucifer has an iPhone.
Well, okay, it's not an iPhone to him, it's called a DDD but this is effectively a demon's version of an iPhone. He doesn't seem too perturbed as he's scrolling through it — he can access his photos, old accounts, and old text messages. Which means that, as one does when they're reminiscing, he's spent hours sitting in the dorm common room scrolling through his phone.
On occasion, he can be heard chuckling softly to himself or saying things like "Oh, that photo," or something along those lines. Should you choose to approach, he'll offer to show you some old photos, which starts with,]
Do you want to see photos of Cerberus when he was a puppy?
[It's time for Dad Storiesâ„¢.]
⛧ wildcard
[idk why I picked cool words I discovered on the internet this month for prompt headers but yeah, if you want Luci for something just hit me with a wildcard or poke me at
I | Acrasia
Because he slept in.
It's kind of a big deal.
He hadn't intended to, really. It was less the fault of any outside sources and more a result of the splitting headaches that kept waking him up every time he'd finally managed to settle. His bright hair is a little more unkempt than usual, the mask he wears everywhere slightly more askew on the side of his head. He's Lucifer's perfect mirror of exhaustion, and he barely registers the greeting.
He's more fixated on the painkillers.]
Morning. Can I have one of those?
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[ After class on every Tuesday of October, Sara can be found in the common room set up with a table and a pile of textbooks. A small sign goes into detail beside her as she does her homework. ]
Tuesday Study Hall Prices:
Study Together: FREE! :D!
Homework Help: Just say something kind!
Personal Questions: 500 merit points.
B). Art...2...
Come on...
[ All the time spent with Tenshu-kun and Noah to cover up the pictures was...apparently wasted. All of the cut drawings they spent so long seem totally ruined...well Sara's aren't ruined, but she does admit the blood gives them an even more haunting quality then usual.
But...thats not reason to give up. This is where they live and if one persons efforts can make it a little more bearable, Sara is always happy to keep busy. Especially busy, after the reveals at the end of september. She's taken the soaking wet paper off one of the paintings, once again revealing the gorey details of the image beneath. Despite her obvious discomfort, she's been trying to gently dab the blood away from the painting with a wet cloth to clean it. ]
Oh, can you hand me another rag? [ She blinks over at a passerby, pointing over to a table. ] Sorry, this has been taking a while.
C). Wildcard!
[ Tag Sara with whatever prompts you wish, or hit me up on plurk
A || help him
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...h-hey... I'm here for math.
[Like usual. He probably doesn't even need to say it, but he acknowledges the sign, and then adds,]
Your hair looks nice today. Not... that it looks bad other days...
[Can't talk to girls dot jpeg. Also, yes, Noah does have the sickle on him because he doesn't go anywhere without it — it's resting on his hip. As of this thread, though, it currently does not have a Clamor in it. :(]
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for stephanie
He doesn't want to wait for them to just happen to run into each other again at some meeting or event, especially since this time, it was... him who left, who couldn't handle something he couldn't agree with being thrown in his face. The little shopkeeper, fey they might be, was nice enough to get him a watermelon cutter in the shape of a certain cute kitty's face, as long as he brings them watermelon-cuts made with it.
Today, it's been using to stamp out a number of different fruit slices into Miss Kitty's face, from pears to apples to yes, watermelon... if it's a fruit you can get a good cut out of he has done it. And he knows where she's staying too, so he knocks at the door of Sun 3 with his plate of fruit-peace-offerings, and waits. )
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[C - Post-Exchange]
[D - Wildcard]
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he tries to move his hand, but nothing comes from it, and with add laying on the bed... )
I'm not even surprised that you were able to tame it...
( with his organic hand, he goes to poke it again, but because it's trying to rest itself, the creature sparks, and the bedroom's lights begin to flicker until the room is completely covered in darkness. the only light they have is what comes from dynamo's projector, so hopefully the other wasn't using his notebook mostly because... the lights are out. )
Whoops!
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c. took all my willpower to not just run for Hot Add but im a dignified girl
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c bc tags u again i love the They
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b. coping with crafts time - post exchange
c. trick or
startreat!!!! - 31st only, dorms onlyd. whatever else!! the jester jingles appreciatively
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everything that has gone on, between the beginning of the month and sweeping through the exchange, subaru can't say he found the time. he could've made the time. he made time for so many other people, so many other things, busying his idle hands and idle thoughts to keep from latching onto anything. but subaru's better at quick, in the moment apologies that can breeze by or be swallowed by the sound of something so much louder, not...
... not standing outside of her dorm room with a large, folded up paper clutched in hand, a container tucked inside his arm. she hasn't been out too much lately, he knows, since the exchange... maybe he should've gone home too, seen how everyone was, but--
but there's a lot of reasons he didn't.
subaru knocks on the door.]
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b for "my wife is a bitch and i love her"
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( admittedly, nene is trying to hide her curse still. it's... a liability, at this point. and she knows it. the easiest way to kidnap her is douse her in a bucket of water and then carry her in it after refilling it. she can't fight back or anything of the sort. but it still activates when trying to do day-to-day life. so at some point, you might find her shaking something out of her clothes or carrying pink pearlescent coin-sized scales.
what's up with that? )
ii. locker delivery
Oh- again?
( that's all she says before nene pulls out two sets from her locker at the end of the school day- a winter coat, bright blue with a pink accent and bear ears... and more importantly, a gray 'village girl' type dress with a petticoat and a red hooded cape. ... along side wolf ears, wolfy gloves and a tie-on tail? okay. huh.
holding out the costume, nene stares. ... maybe last month, it might have been exciting. but right now she's... not sure what to think, actually. )
... Seasonal, I guess...
iii. halloween day
( eventually, the day itself comes, and nene is. conflicted. holding the dress of the costume up, she stares.
it's important to make your own joy. this is very true. it will never not be true, actually. especially in yogen, where the ones you love are stolen from you once a week and you're left to wonder why and what could you have differently and how do you keep going after this--
but... is a halloween costume really a good idea?
there's a knock on the door which calls her from her thoughts, and nene jolts but does not put the dress down. )
Come in.
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go nuts
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Trick or treat!
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october catch all.
ranger.
really, at this point she has no idea if her name is on the roster or not. is there a limit to the number of clubs you can join?
in any case, the sound of keys and an artificial voice exists as a murmur in the hall, but it goes quiet after a moment...and there's the telltale frustration of anyone who's tried to create so much as a list.]
Stupid.
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she busies herself with baking cupcakes earlier on in the day, before deciding to try her hand at pretty much the only actual candy she's ever been able to make. she pours a boiling sugar mixture into a pan, watches it eagerly as it cools, and then peels out the gooey lump. she can be found sitting in the kitchen, humming and working the lump, pulling it until it stops being mostly clear and starts turning a more solid color.]
There's gotta be something I can wrap this in...
[she can also be found in the common room, sitting at one of the tables. she has a pile of orange construction paper, a pair of those really shitty safety scissors, and is busily cutting out long garlands of pumpkin shapes. when she finishes one, she takes it and drapes it over the frame of one of the paintings.]
... Is that okay? I just think you guys deserve a chance to be festive, too.
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( this comes out rather easily, like an idea that should have been obvious given the nature of the holiday. he finds somewhere to sit at the little bar counter, and he crosses his arms to look at what she's doing. )
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