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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.

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✽ 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.

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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. )

...

[ FUCK OFF—-

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.

... ]

( komaeda literally had no thoughts when he did that, and thought it was an exchange of sorts... but watching him be stabbed, and then grab his hand does yield great results.

...

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— )

[ It pitches and turns and all the warmth gets sucked out of the air at once. The boy's eyes widen in surprise for a split second, before he lowers himself to swipe the syringe and needle off the floor in one smooth motion, turning it around in between his fingers to see how much is still left. ]

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.

( what's the point of the syringe and needle, and komaeda looks at his arm where he he has a few beads of blood surfacing up, and he presses his hand down over it to wipe it away. quietly, he walks over to the youth to look him over, and he's taking this better than expected. )

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.

Not in me, you shitheel.

[ 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?

Be grateful to have the blood of an Ultimate inside of you... it won't do no good though, it's not the most hopeful...

( 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.

[ A familiar light brown. ]

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.

( not like this STOP. )

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.

[ Why is he so annoying. Annoyed, cold, no blood, this really sucks. ]

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. ]

...? Let's go, are you really that compliant with just laying there?

( 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. )

You're not special. Your blood was just conveniently there.

[ 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. ]

I never said it was special, but it's not like anything about you is worth noting aside from your eyes.

( those same familiar shade of eyes that continuously appears in his life, and it's enough that maybe he wants to gouge them out. it's a brief thought, one where he doesn't care for the moment, and so he clenches his fist tightly to keep himself from trying. instead he smiles softly, almost innocent as if he wouldn't dare do such a thing as he watches him leave the room with the blanket attached. it's fine, komaeda turns around, following after him as they move through the void. )

What did you need it for?

( he lifts a hand to touch where the other injected the needle with it still in his hand, hm... he wishes he could see the nape of their neck. )

[ He turns his eyes away at that comment because, uh. Awkward. ]

To see if you bled red.

[ There's no reason for him to explain himself or tell the truth, Komaeda has to know this. Back protected by an extra layer of fabric, the student walks ahead of Komaeda, throwing a brief glance at the counselor's office door as he passes and makes his way to the other half of the floor, carefully side stepping the other shadow students filling up the hall. ]

Let me have more of your blood.

( how shy, even komaeda chuckles when he turns away — a familiar shade, always has been within this school. the glance doesn't go unnoticed though since the focus has been his eyes, and he looks over there himself before looking back towards the blanket, he'll make sure not to step on it as they migrate from one place to another. )

What do I get in exchange?

( it is ultimate blood, but aside from that, everything about komaeda bleeds lucky, but who knows if it'll do anything for him. there's no immediate use that people would find from a carrier within a zombie movie, it's just that everything about him appears to have gains or flaws that if he allowed his blood to be siphoned by him, who knows what problems would stem from it. he'll make his way next to him, tiredly showing his hand that the other had tampered with as he passes the dark bodies as well. )

Also... if you're looking for those with different shades of blood, it'll take more than just stabbing to find that out.

Nothing.

[ Wrong family to deal with exchanges. He's one who generally takes what he wants, and tries not to be swayed by anyone or anything. So he takes Komaeda's hand, cold fingers running the pad of his thumb over Komaeda's wrist, his tallies, but unfortunately they don't bleed.

...

He lets go of Komaeda without taking any blood. ]

You're no good. But you're right; it's better that we head back, now.

Sorry, sorry... I haven't killed in awhile now, it's not my turn.

( he needs a reason, and he already used hope, but rubbing over his wrist yeah... none of them are bleeding, and the only way to make them is by scratching until they go back raw. of course, that doesn't stop komaeda from looking at the other, and he follows suit, grabbing the other's wrist to look at his tallies. )

If you want, we can kill someone together, there's all sorts of ways to take a life... do you want to hear all the thoughts I have?

( he'll pull him towards the bathroom instead, but he'll stop halfway to turn towards him. ) If you don't want to hear, we can just do it.

[ If he grabs his wrist, he immediately swings his other arm up and elbow strikes Komaeda's face.

...taking his hand back without an apology... ]

I'm not interested. You'd just waste it.

( he's going to shift back quickly, narrowly avoiding the other hitting him in his face — you know when people are abusive, you kind of stay on the alert. )

Waste what? Come on, tell me... what do you have to give me?

( he blinks, curious as he takes a step closer now. )

I want to see. I'll take good care of it.

[ He steps away when Komaeda steps closer, hands up to show nothing in his hands, before lowering them and tugging the blanket securely over his shoulders again. He has nothing for Komaeda. ]

I'm talking about people. Senseless killing doesn't impress me, so I don't care for it.

You misunderstand me, it's not like I murder without a reason, and it's not like I murder at all.

( ah, he really doesn't have anything, but he has to correct something about this. if he was to kill, there'd always be a reason behind it — that's how it always is, and always will be. )

When you kill someone, you think of those that'll be able to take the death of that person, and use it to push themselves forward. Some are too attached to the norm, like everything around us... ( from the voice entities, to the walls around them, and whatever else someone can find in their daily life and say that's all there is, and that line of thinking is what causes weakness. ) ...they take it at face value, and so you have to give a little push... give them a reason to want to keep going, and not fall into the rhythm of just... thinking everything is okay. That's why I would have taken a life, just to see how your hope handles it, and if you couldn't... then you're just as weak as some of the others...

( he smiles, patting the male's shoulder on the side of where he stabbed. )

It's about hope, how strong their foundation is, if no matter what happens, their support will never crumble... that sort of strength is unique. As you know... why live in doubt with others, when they can kill or die believing in one another, ahaha...

[ He pulls his shoulder away with a roll of his eyes. ]

Okay, freak.

[ He stopped listening after the first sentence but he also has a feeling he didn't miss anything important. Anyways, Komaeda, you stay here. He's going to go somewhere... not here. ]

( he tilts his head, he doesn't think he was listening, and he inhales: )

When you kill someone, you think of those that'll be able to take the death of that person, and use it to push themselves forward. Some are too attached to the norm, like everything around us...

( that is said as he links arms with him, keeping him close, and there's probably shit on the ground that's going to trip one of them how komaeda bumps shoulders. )

Who are you, and do you even know how to get out?

[ Going to pull his arm back, maybe extend that same arm and press it against Komaeda's shoulder so that he stays arm's length apart. ]

You shatter reality. I'm somebody who's been here longer than you have, and who doesn't need the advice. You do: this isn't a place you want to find yourself in too often, or for too long.

( he gasps, only because they're so close now that the other willingly touches him. how far they've came, he thinks, and he lifts a hand to try and remove it from his shoulders. )

...We shatter reality.

( ... )

Why do you say it like that? You must know everything about this place, will you help a lowly first year like me... what are the tips and tricks?

( he's excited, of course, teach him senpai. )

10/02 06:12

Hope... month...

Exchange Program

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