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

[commences]

Nice to see you too.

( he splays his hands open just for her, miraculously missing the sharp end of the scissors hitting his hand, and instead it'll sit between his index and middle finger. this is how an adrenaline rush is formed, but he'd rather have her hit him than do something lengthy like this. he turns to look at her, no longer watching his hand because she can have as many turns as she wants to try and stand his hand. that said, he won't keep it in place, and will open and close them accordingly to keep the game fun, or until his luck runs out. )

How was your trip?

[adsum]

[ Moving hands are annoying and Chiaki doesn't try a second time, instead looping her fingers through the handles and pointing the tip of the twin blades at Komaeda's chest, pressing it hard against his sternum but it's not a stab. ]

Don't talk to me. This is so weird...

[commences]

( his heart skips a beat for a moment, the sharpness of the blade pointed towards him, and if he wasn't so death prone. he could force her to push it against his chest, but that isn't why he's here. )

What's weird, Kudo-san? Being alive or...

( living without izumi here? he's not going to mention it, but it's part of his interest. )

[adsum]

[ She gives him a look like ]

"What's weird?" You.

[ ...that did not stay in her head like intended, but you know what? She's right. ]

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I know someone as putrid as me shouldn't still be alive... I've been trying for so long, and yet... here I am.

( he looks into the palm of his hand that she tried to stab at, and there's usually answers... nothing there right now, but it's enough to ease his mind. he settles it down on the table, before smacking away the scissors from his chest. he doesn't want to play that game anymore. )

What did I do?

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Nothing. But looking at you makes me angry, and I trust my gut enough that you don't need to tell me you're someone putrid who wouldn't be alive.

[ She takes the scissors back and slides it into her pocket, walking away from Komaeda to rummage through some of the shelves and drawers, crouching down and sifting through a box of spare buttons. ]

[commences]

Do I? It's been quite awhile, but don't mind me... have you went to go see him yet?

( "him" could mean anyone, but there's a specific person on his mind as he suggests the idea. he's getting up though as he watches her mess with the drawers. )

He might be in the art room... if we're not too late.

( probably are late, but why is she here and not there? )

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Who?

[ She doesn't turn around to look at him, doesn't get up to follow him (good riddance, actually), and takes some of the plainer buttons, those little white ones that are kind of iridescent. ]

I don't know anyone here.

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Let's meet the people who know you... a whole class.

( her art was left behind, wasn't it? knowing how they kept aiko's things, why wouldn't they keep chiaki's? though, that's not as weird as he thought things to be between them. )

Oh... Do you like buttons? I have a few that I don't need.

( they're old buttons, but you know what, komaeda doesn't want them. )

[adsum]

I'll pass.

[ Who cares? She doesn't know them, and has no plans on getting involved with them. ]

And if you're talking about unbuttoning your pants, I'm going to have to shove it down your throat.

[commences]

( is this how rokkun felt when komaeda looked him in his eye like who the fuck are you? probably not, because this doesn't hurt komaeda in the slightest. )

...You'll pass.

( no, but he'll leave like he's finally relinquishing her of his presence until he comes back with a few old buttons that he was given by exchanging stray teeth. )

I'm back, it's these...

[adsum]

[ Ugh about him returning, but the curiosity still has her stand up straight and hold her hands out, cupped so he can hand them over. ]

[commences]

( he puts like five old buttons into her hand with the bird on it, honestly... he doesn't know what to do with them himself, and if she likes making art in this fashion... then why not assist her hopes. )

This school is pretty special, and these are too, so take care of them.

( how many teeth he lost for these... at least they finally have a purpose somewhere. )

Do you like to make stuff?

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I will.

[ She'll take care of them, but barely giving them a glance and sliding them into the same pocket she's keeping the others. ]

But no, I'm not much of an artist. I'm an awesome dancer, though! You should see my roundhouse kick!

[commences]

( surprised they weren't thrown in his face, actually. )

You're a dancer, now? Come on Kudo-san, show me what you're capable of.

( he's going to sit down in a chair to clap his hands like he's encouraging her to try. also, he's low enough for her to get a really good kick in.

RIGHT IN THE CHEST! RIGHT IN THE CHE— )

[adsum]

[ ROUNDHOUSE KICKS HIM IN THE FACE ]

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( RIGHT IN THE FACE!?!?

immediate pain, it's not what he's used to, but he'll try to compare it to her punches afterwards. as he crumbles to the ground, like literally falling off the seat he's sitting on — he's down on his knees, placing a hand over his nose to keep himself from bleeding.

...

sure, there's a little blood slipping through the cracks, and his face is turning red from the exposure to her roundhouse kick— )

K-Kudo-san...

( he's out of breath, he can't breathe THROUGH HIS NOSE!!! )

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Hehe... I'm the best, right? You can say it.

[ She crouches down next to him because it looks like he's having trouble standing. Here, praise her to her face. ]

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( no matter how much he puts pressure against his nose, it doesn't stop the pain from swelling up in that area. blood trickles between the cracks, sliding down his hand, and he's not sure if it'll hit the ground or not — he can't stop it. )

...H-How many people... have you used that on?

( like he's trying to figure out how much practice went into that, and then it comes to him...

...

...

maybe he should let blood drip. )

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Lots and lots!

[ Lots of practice! Practice makes perfect, after all, and she's perfect.

...

maybe he should let blood drip. Why is he bleeding in all my threads ]

[commences]

Who taught you...?

( how does she do wonderfully in dancing, but was like that in art... is this why her kicks are so painful.

STOP!! who took his blood first... mysterious hero x... and she kicked him! what is he supposed to do, withhold his blood?

maybe he'll let one drip on the floor. just one little dot. )

[adsum]

[ ? she's an amazing artist, very eye-catching ]

Huh? No one taught me. Dancing is something you just do, like singing and drawing.

[ They're normal human things. ]

[commences]

( is this chiaki's ultimate era.... )

You were born talented?

( he's still holding his nose trying to keep the blood from dripping, and he turns away from her a bit so he can look for a tissue, anything that'll wipe it away. )

[adsum]

You weren't?

[ So sad to be you... ]

Your face is a mess. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.

[commences]

...I wouldn't call it a talent, but rather... a mediocre gift that no one cares for.

( ... WHAT DO YOU MEAN .

okay, he's going to place his bloody hand on the floor as he gets up, sometimes you have to check these things out... )