October Event

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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.

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.

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.

Comments

(npc) ???

[adsum]

[ ??? can most often be found in the nurse's office during lunch, or in the library before and after school. His homeroom is 2-B. ]

11th

[commences]

( sometimes i think about how komaeda sick as fuck, but i never make him stay in the nurse's office, that feels like a crime on my part, and i've let his sick ass down. aside from that, he's never seen this person before, or maybe he's a face he just ignored because... ugly people get no recognition from him. it's probably no good to judge the mysterious person here, but... )

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. )

[adsum]

[ He's going to have to sit on the edge of the cot, because it's already occupied by this student who lies on his back on top of the sheets, hands clasped over his stomach and glancing over at Komaeda without turning his head. ]

No. I can't help you, so if you're dying, you're just going to have to die.

[commences]

Will you help me die?

( that said, he's not going to sit on the edge of the cot because he's going to climb himself on the cot, and lay in the bed with him too. two people can use this, komaeda would know... unfortunately. )

You're already in the perfect position for a casket...

[adsum]

[ A casket has nothing to do with—-

The moment Komaeda's shadow falls over him, his hands snap forward to grab either of Komaeda's wrists, knee bent to drive into his ribs.

Just sort of... reflexively... with mildly perplexed expression on his face. ]

[commences]

( right in the ribs, and you know what, hopefully mystery person let's him go so komaeda can roll off the cot, and there's a loud clang of his arm with a thump on the floor. he coughs for a moment, before it turns into a small laugh as he tries to catch his breath.

it takes a few minutes, but he'll try and get to his knees, and place crossed arms on the bed so he can look to the other. if komaeda wasn't mentally okay at the moment, he'd ask if it's his turn to hurt them too, considering his knife is under the bed? but, he opts out, and instead, he takes a deep breath despite the short pain he feels, and smiles after getting himself together. )

...Do you feel better now after abusing me?

[adsum]

Yeah, actually. Weird...

[ He holds his arms up as if reaching for the ceiling, clenching and unclenching his fists a couple times while he stares up at them.

...

He lets his arms drop, and sort of... nudges Komaeda's arms off the bed, like stay down there. ]

[commences]

Pretty sure it's called attack therapy, do you have pent up frustrations you'd like to take out on me?

( he puts his hands back in place, fingers digging into the fabric of the cot's covers, and he's going to pull them because he can. )

Since you aren't crippled.

like... the 13th... which is today....

[silentabyss]

[Local Thief of Gauze and Medicine and Stuff is here to steal Gauze and Medicine and Stuff because he's too scared to interact with the nurse and ohfuckthere'sapersonhere—

uh

fuck]

H-hi.

[fuck]

[adsum]

[ The boy lifts his head and stares at Noah for an uncomfortably long moment, perhaps not meaning to answer his greeting at all because it's a very reluctant ]

...hi.

[ that he finally returns, before glancing down at his hands that he'd been in the middle of wrapping. ]

[silentabyss]

[This is very, very awkward! And Noah, bless his heart, tries to make it less awkward by pretending he was not just about to stuff his pockets with common loot from the cabinets.]

...did... s-something happen to your hands?

[adsum]

[ No, you be less awkward by not initiating conversation. The student almost looks like he'd rather not, with the way he looks down at his hands for a moment long enough to add to the awkwardness. ]

...No. It's preparation so nothing will happen.

[ He holds one hand up, flipping from the front side to the back, so Noah can see. He's not bleeding or anything; the hand is wrapped in the same way a boxer would, snug and secure to keep all the joints in place. ]

[silentabyss]

[Thinks...]

Who... who are you about to go beat up?

[That's his first conclusion and yes he's absolutely asking about that. It's very important and Noah is very very nosey.]

10/16

[crystallomancy]

( Tragically looked and there's no reason for him to visit 2-B, he has no friends there, so he'll catch him in the library instead. It's nicer to visit now that it's not all creepy silent all the time, which is good for the eventual-blind...

Anyway, he's the only new person that's arrived this week that matters and that he doesn't recognize, so Natsume's going to sit across from him like they're friends or something and smile. )

Are you Seiya-kun?

[adsum]

[ It's a 1998 Almanac in front of the boy, the book open and propped against the edge of the table and resting on his lap so that it's half hidden as he reads. For a moment, he doesn't even look up at Natsume, as if ignoring his presence, but he finishes the paragraph he's on and lifts his eyes to meet Natsume's.

... ]

You have the wrong person.

[crystallomancy]

Do I? My apologies THEN. An acquaintance of mine mentioned two NAMES, and I've already met the oTHER... I thought it wouldn't be terribly off-base to assume the other unfamiliar face here might be the LAST.

( next he'll call nice "seiya" because he happened to come at the same time, bet )

What is your name THEN?

[adsum]

What's it to you?

[ At least introduce yourself first, punk. ]

...It's not my first time here. I don't need a welcoming committee.

[crystallomancy]

( ...hmmm. )

Then I won't be ONE. They're trite anyWAY. ( and natsume's idea of a welcoming committee in recent months has been to give his poor fellow yumenosakis shocking information so maybe he isn't the best pick for one, anyway. ) I'll tell your fortune inSTEAD, if you'd LIKE. Natsume Sakasaki.

( ... )

I'd give you my business CARD, but I haven't had any made HERE.

[adsum]

That's fine. I don't want one anyways.

[ What would he do with a business card? Use it as a bookmark, probably, especially since it doesn't look like he's going to get any more reading done at the moment. It really was as whole lot better when the library was silent. ]

Are you any good?

23rd

[starrypoint]

[library... subaru intended to see haruka since he knows she's in the library and he's been able to see her and kazuki a little more clearly, lately, though

the sight of someone else here before school is interesting to him, so he decides to put a pin in little girl ghost adventures for now and first off--

is ??? sitting at a table or is he picking at books.]

[adsum]

[ He is sitting at a table near the center of the room, leaned back in his chair so that his back is flush with the backrest while his book— a 1998 Almanac— is propped up on his lap against the edge of the table. Essentially it's good back posture at the expense of having a stiff neck later, instead of the other way around. There really is no comfortable way to read books. ]

[starrypoint]

[not how this dude reads books the way i do

also who the fuck reads almanacs. subaru has for the astronomical content but still... okay no judgement. he'll be the obnoxious person who takes a seat diagonal from a stranger even though there's plenty of other spaces to sit.

... 8.5/10.]

Are you an old man or something?

[adsum]

[ Sometimes you read books but not for fun. His eyebrows knot together in irritation at Subaru sitting down and talking to him, and he pointedly flips the page and waits for Subaru to take a hint.

... ]

Do you have eyes?

[ Does he look any older than 16 or 17?? hello??? ]

[starrypoint]

Two of 'em, totally free of any curses.

[anyway.]

I meant in spirit! I look at those for like, star stuff and-- oh, are you interested in astronomy?!

[like a dog, he perks up and slides closer. hello.]

[adsum]

[ DON'T—-

hhhhh He leans as much away from Subaru as he can without falling off his seat, but doesn't get up because getting up means he's lost ]

I guess. There's a lot of interesting bullshit in these books, though.

[ He turns the page he's looking at towards Subaru. I've never read an almanac in my life and it didn't turn out to be what I thought it would be, it's like a horoscope magazine and according to the Farmer's Almanac, today is the best day for slaughter. ]