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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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[Okay, like, Noah's fucking tiny — he's a whole 5'3", just a little dude — but he's also 100% Beef and so the fact that he's being hoisted like a kitten is more alarming than anything else going on right now, hello? He's not really that light! Okay! Cool!
He doesn't flail because he's so fucking stunned by this action, like on what planet is this the first thing people think of, pardon? Huh?
Like, yeah, that does change the trajectory a bit, and the orbs are now spinning a bit higher to match the fact that Noah has been Simba'd; frantically Noah flips a page forward to actually read the rest of the spell to try and figure out how to unsummon the orbiting balls of death™ so that he can be put on the damn ground.
Why, exactly, does the fucking ground matter?! Hold on—
As Noah's reading, and Noah reads quite slowly thank you very much, the planets doing their happy little planet things just kinda... begin to flicker and fade and then
voila
they're just fucking gone.]
...apparently, [says Noah, aloft,] the spell automatically wears off after a bit. And... apparently, if I keep practicing it, I should be able to tighten the orbital path...
[He sounds like Senku.]
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The disappearance of the orbs is definitely a good thing, though.]
Seriously? You didn't want to read ahead to make sure you knew what you were getting into? What if-- [He stops scolding mid-sentence, and makes a face. Oh god. He sounds like Yukio.]
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[Noah... remains Up, per Rin's expert decision making.
He'd be sad if he hurt a snail, he supposes, but the grass? He's not that worried about it.]
C-can you... put me down?
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O-oh, yeah. Sure. Sorry!
[He sets the Noah down on the ground, very gentle. Hands go into his pockets and he's awkwardly clearing his throat.] Sorry. I didn't want you to like... Get in trouble for ruining the grounds, or something. [The briefest pause.] You looked really cool doing that thing, though! Very uh. Spacey.
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Still holding the spellbook, Noah faces Rin fully once his feet land on grass again. He's been picked up and launched by enemies bigger than him before, but he's never been lifted like a troublesome kitten. One of these things is somehow both odder and less terrifying than the other.]
...it's okay. Um... Th-thanks. It's celestial magic, so a lot of it is stars and stuff. Do you know... I mean, have you heard of that sort of thing before?
[He knows from Yukio that the Okumuras don't exactly have celestial magic specifically, so asking do you know it seems kind of dumb.]
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[He's tilting his head back to look towards the buildings, then up at the sky before back to Noah.] Y'know, like movies? I think I've seen an anime or two that have a lot of star stuff in them.
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Oh... um... I know what movies are now, but what is anime?
[YOU, NOAH, YOU ARE ANIME.]
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Oh, uh...
[How does one go about explaining what anime is. Rin reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck, pausing thoughtfully.] It's like... Movies, but they're usually shorter. And have like... Episodes? They use drawings to act out everything instead of people. And usually everyone has a lot of like... big swords and magic powers.
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Oh. [Pause.] It sounds cool. We don't have things like that on Elrios. I only learnt about movies after coming here.
[There's a lot about "here" that's not quite right, but apparently "here" matches a lot of folks' real-world experiences. Just... not Noah's.]
We didn't have PDAs either, and I've seen people walking around with "cell phones", which we also didn't have... we had an apocalypse, though, so on the front of bad experiences I win.
[Buddy.]
not sure why all my icons broke but im mad
I don't think we've got PDAs where I'm from, too. [You absolutely do, sir.] We do have phones, though! They're sort of expensive... [He trails off as he registers the final statement, a twinge of competitive yet harmless annoyance rippling through him, and he's making a face.]
Things were kind of shit too, though. We were in the middle of the start of the apocalypse, actually.
did you rename/switch/delete icons :(
[Noah very awkwardly rubs the back of his head.]
Uh... are you okay? I-I mean... that sucks.
[Noah's really trying.]
yeah that would explain it. homophobic.
[Before they died, apparently, but he's not going to think about that right now.]
There was um. Demons and stuff. How did your apocalypse go down?
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[Oh boy here it comes!]
This... guy named Dantalion murdered my brother, impersonated him for ten years, and then overloaded the El — uh, this large crystal that maintains the life of our world, basically. It caused it to explode...
...so that... sucked.
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Yeah, that... Sounds pretty shitty. I'm sorry.
Uh. [He scratches the back of his neck, letting out a breath.] I lost my dad, so like... I get it. It doesn't really get any easier.
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never forget that they retconned Ebalon a doppelganger and a whole little brother thank you KoG.]...oh. I'm sorry. That sucks. ...It doesn't get easier, but I learned the hard way that it's okay to just... to just feel sometimes.
...was your dad nice?
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Yeah, he... [He's hesitant to call Shiro his adoptive father these days, not after being privy to the secrets surrounding the birth of Yukio and himself.] He took me and my little brother in when we weren't supposed to exist. Raised us like we were his own kids, never treated us like a burden... That sort of thing. He was, ah... A real good man.
[Tilting his head, he looks back at Noah again.] What about your brother? Was he cool?
small cw for child abuse mentions
He sounds like a nice person.
[Noah's parents were... assholes, frankly, if he had to put a simple word to it and not dive into a spiel about how they were neglectful and abusive and all of that. It's not something he wants to bring up to compare, "hey glad your dad was cool mine kinda sucked though", and he'd much rather talk about the brother he never got to know.]
Harque was... [Noah's brow knits; he has to parse through the false memories Dantalion gave him and remember that most of his childhood was spent with an impostor.] ...he died when I was only five. I didn't get to know him as well as I could've, but he used to read to me in a blanket fort all the time and I used to try to follow him everywhere, even when he was trying to get work done. I remember falling asleep on him several times while he was trying to study.
...he was also way smarter than I'll ever be.