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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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[ 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.
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He lets his arms drop, and sort of... nudges Komaeda's arms off the bed, like stay down there. ]
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( 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.
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His body slowly shifts towards the edge of the bed, but not fast enough to be of any real concern, and it's enough time for him to lock eyes with Komaeda and stare.
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Pass. You're no good.
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( not his abuse therapy being rejected, why is everything in life so hard. instead, he'll keep his eyes locked onto the other, and he hums thoughtfully as he nods. )
Oh, wait, wait... I understand, do you want me to hurt you instead... that can be done, there's all sorts of items to use within this office.
( he's quick to get up, dusting off his legs until he decides to grab maybe the nurse's chair so he can roll it over to the cot where the other lays. ) Give me your arm.
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[ Whatever he was looking for, the bare minimum would be sanity, and Komaeda doesn't pass. ]
Can you be quiet for just... five minutes? Four minutes if you sit on the other side of the room.
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( he'll stay quiet though if the other doesn't answer, because that's how you make conversation by talking. he'll stare at him for a moment to try and place his face somewhere, and he's... okay, not the best thing to look at. kind of sad, he's locked in here with someone who has unfortunate looks. )
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Because the other boy does nothing more than lie on the cot, hands loosely clasped over his stomach, and staring up at the ceiling with a sort of concentration that suggests he's focusing on something up there, or something in his head, lips barely moving.
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that's because he's interested in what he's doing, and why he lays like he's fit for a casket. he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his own stomach as his eyes glance up to the ceiling to try and find what's up there. hm, he's going to pull out his hacking gun a few seconds later, turning the dial because he wants something specific —
... )
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Dear father in heaven, pardon me for the sin I am about to commit...
He swings his legs off the bed and gets to his feet so he can rummage through the medicine cabinet. ]
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the megaphone doesn't even do anything aside from him tampering with it so that he can flash the light up, trying to see if there's something he can't see. he remains quiet, before he turns to look behind him as the other looks through the cabinet. )
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( he'll point the purple light towards him before aiming up to give him extra light as he goes through it. )
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it's a needle and syringe he finds, screwing one onto the other and pulling back the plunger, echoing Komaeda's words. ]
Give me your arm.
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the way i told yama to roll a d20, and i'm crying — he holds out his arm towards the other, but there's no sound of light whirring, oh no, he gives his organic arm. he's lucky so he doesn't really care that much as he looks towards the other with interest. )
What's the outcome?
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We'll see.
[ He holds Komaeda's arm up with one hand, fingers on the cold side compared to anybody else but Komaeda, and pulls the cap off the needle with his other hand. Komaeda is pale, he's dying, his veins are easy to see and for him to insert the needle bevel up and push air into Komaeda's veins. Google says that this won't kill him, maybe. After a beat, he pulls the plunger back so he can draw the full 3ml capacity of the syringe or however much Komaeda will let him. ]
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he leans against his chair as he watches what the other injects, he doesn't really see anything inside of the chamber, but he watches and finds that there's no cool sensation aside from their fingers, and no warm sensation coming from the needle. even his imagination what this is meant to feel like, all he knows is that he shouldn't allow him to do this. pushing air into his veins has a horrible consequence, while low, he can feel his heart skip for a moment. nothing comes from this but the other's curiosity, and so komaeda looks up at him and tries to match his face —
he doesn't look like any of the doctors that he's known in his life, none of the one's that diagnosed him with cancer or dementia, but there is comfort when he draws the blood instead, komaeda's familiar with the notion. the blood that appears in the tube is dark red, and he allows him to take the 3ml. )
Are you aware blood clots will form from that?
( if komaeda knows, why did he let him do it? he has to fear his life every day, this is no different. it's when he gets what he needs, watching as the needle slips out from underneath his skin, and komaeda reaches out to take it from him — turning the needle towards the mysterious person's direction right into his shoulder, pushing down on the plunger to give him the blood instead. )
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It hurts more being stabbed in the shoulder, needle blunted from already being used on Komaeda's arm and having gone through fabric this time around, but not all of the blood gets pushed in before his hand snaps up reflexively, catching Komaeda's wrist and bending it forward to force his fingers to open and drop the syringe on the ground, splattering it red.
... ]
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oh what a mess, he thinks, when it hits the ground, but are they going to the void? do they go to the void, is no one going to the void, does the world turn d— )
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No wonder...
[ With a sigh, he sets the syringe down on the desk and flops back onto the bed, pressing the heels of his palms over his eyes. ]
So fucking careless.
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I gave my blood to you, isn't that what you wanted?
( maybe not in that form, but he didn't say in what way either. he picks up the syringe, looking at what's left, if there's even any before he brushes his finger along the time of the needle. now their blood is mixed, and he feels a little uncomfortable sharing blood with someone he doesn't know, but... whatever. )
If not, speak up... you know how to use your words.
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[ He slides his hands off his face and— ugh. 'course he'd be right there. Eyes get covered again. ]
What did you even come here for?
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( are they talking in the void like this is normal, i am SO sick. aside from that, komaeda will reach down to pull their hand up so he can see their eyes. what color? )
I need a medical kit for ethics, but I found you instead... do you want more of my blood? Be careful... Hinata-kun might get mad at you for it.
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Why should I care? Let him be mad.
[ Hopeless. Useless. What is with this guy? He shakes Komaeda's grip off and moves his hands aside so he can sit upright and pull the blankets over his shoulders. ]
You won't find a med kit in this place. Go back.
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You're bossy... do things typically not go your way?
( seeing him shy away, komaeda sighs as he pulls at the blanket just like he did on the other side, it's always amazing to see that... he's here. one tug, two tug, and a threeeeeeeee which he yanks to pull it off of him. )
We can go back if you want.
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You go. I'm in no hurry to get back to that place, and maybe I'll finally get some peace and quiet without you around.
[ He can take a nap. Live here in the void a little, until the lack of sunlight makes him feel like he'll lose his mind. ]
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( he asks, watching the other just rest within the bed, how the world around them is just a lost world with nothing to offer. )
We could make a deal, if you want my blood... you can have it, but you have to come with me.
( and do what he says, but he releases the fabric the other is laying down, and takes a step back like he's waiting for him. he's quiet, willing to compromise on his own terms, but a compromise regardless. )
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[ This isn't a compromise at all. It's Komaeda making demands and this boy, drawing the blankets back over his shoulders to trail on the ground as he gets to his feet, walking past Komaeda out the door because he's not coming with Komaeda, not making any deal with him, and if they happen to be headed to the same place, then fine. ]
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