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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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The workshop has a chainsaw, doesn't it?
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( he's going to walk away from the window towards the door, waiting for her to follow. )
Make sure not to fall in the pitch black that's the floor, you won't like the consequences.
( if she thinks a chainsaw will be able to help her, then he shouldn't crush her hopes, it's something like this that makes seeing it worth it. if she fails, she'll find another means of getting through... he's helping! )
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[ Avoiding the darkness around the cooking room isn't too difficult, and Chiaki walks right along the edge so she can peer inside instead of giving it a wide berth. ]
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( to come from an alternate dimension through the means of the void. when they first met, he was a strange individual, but he's smart, and so his thoughts and ideas tend to make sense, and because he's knowledgeable in the void... komaeda listens to him on it. )
If you fall in... I could only suspect that you'd die sooner or later... what do you think of death, Kudo-san?
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What about it? I had no intention of dying while I was still alive. After the fact, what's there to think about?
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( you know, talking about chiaki... what was the lore, does she recall? she doesn't even remember that she was an artist, and probably doesn't remember izumi either, but maybe she has an inkling of her death. )
Hmm... Hope is a good choice.
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[ Doesn't he? Doesn't everybody here? It's the last memory they'd have before coming to this place, so they can't have forgotten. ]
Hope's okay, I guess. But that's a concept with no substance, isn't it? I'm more interested in what comes from it.
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( komaeda remembers how he died to an extent, but he knows a few, as for what's on his wrist. give or take a few of those. )
What comes from it is how a person applies themselves, how it shapes the future... you shouldn't say no substance, rather... the people involved and their actions are the substance! Like you, empty, but something hopeful happens if you... build your foundation and your glow for others to see, that way, others too will feel hopeful... and want to glow too.
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[ She's not like Komaeda, a deathseeker. She's more...
she punches Komaeda on the arm. ]
That's for calling me empty.
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it's fine, as long as she thinks her punches do damage... make them stronger like old times. )
Someone killed you... do you remember how? ( there's this apologetic smile for the empty comment, he was thinking... so he'll stop thinking. ) If you have these, it makes it easier...
( points to his left wrist with nothing on it, but he looks towards hers if she exposes it. )
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The building collapsed. If somebody was targeting me specifically, that's waaaaay overkill.
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( or maybe someone was just lucky, who knows, that's how it reads to him, but he has nothing on his left wrist aside from his mechanical arm. on his other however is where most of his tallies are. )
Do you miss living?
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[ She's not lying on the ground with splintered bones and bleeding to death, so it really doesn't feel all that different to her. ]
Basically, it's just doing whatever we want.
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( maybe he can tell how many times she's taken the plunge, she's very attuned with death, and fine with it. maybe she's been here over ten, you never know. )
What do you have... like thirty?
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[ Like asking somebody's age, that's private business. ]
This place is boring. Can we leave now?
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( actually he wanted to see her try, but he'll turn towards the bathrooms instead, looking back to see if she'll follow. )
Come on, and we can leave... but there are certain steps to do so.
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( stop, he's not doing ANYTHING! but he'll motion towards the mirrors when they're close enough. )
Break it.
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You break it. That's seven years of bad luck, you know?
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( blink blink. )
Show me your tallies, and I'll break mirrors for you that many times.
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[ She will NOT be collateral damage, thank you ]
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( he points at the mirror, picking one of them for her to break. )
It's so that I can break them, but... you can break it yourself if that's the case.
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[ She does whatever the Japanese equivalent of that thing is where whoever touches their nose last has to do whatever needs to be done ]
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( they're going to sit here bickering back and forth, but it's not like komaeda hasn't shattered glass before — his luck has multiplied from the moment he got here, and with a sigh he smashes his mechanical hand against it, glass shattering. )
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...Oh.
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