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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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Maybe... he still doesn't really know what that word means to Komaeda. But it's not a topic he wants to broach anymore, at least not directly. He listens in silence, watching from the corner of his eye until all he can see is the back of his komaheada.]
Balancing force that's lost or destroyed, leading to the onset of chaos... events like that don't exist in a vacuum, though. If it was lost, then there was a flaw with it to begin with.
[besides... chaos also serves an important role in the world. upheaval, the driving force of change, to be pushed out of comfort to carve your own future... or to reset everything back to zero, start again from the ashes left behind. if order was never challenged, what reason would there be for ambition? why would anything have to change or grow? what would happiness mean if it was unearned?
maybe that's what "hope" is. he mulls on it a moment longer, sighing softly.]
... stars are too far away to be affected by events on the planetary scale. They haven't gone anywhere, so...
[they'll come back, just like hope will.]
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Lack of hope seems to destroy from the inside out, and that's why the entire world has a wound on the surface...
( and add's right, the stars are too far away to be bothered by what happens on a simple planet — how despair can't reach that far and wide to crush them just like that, those little specs of hope and guidance still exist, just covered by a blanket that stands between both parties. that's how it should be, actually, and komaeda thinks of that sky, and compared it to the sky within the simulation, and then to the sky made in purgatory. the simulations were made to be so bright, almost too good to be true, and maybe he's glad that was an interaction before the sky was lit ablaze. )
If they lost their stars ( because komaeda is no longer there, those aren't his stars anymore ) what you're saying is that hope will grow from the roots, and blossom anew... the world will heal itself, and the stars will one day come back for others to look up to?
( he bends his legs up against his chest, arms crossed over his knees as he lays his head down. once they're free again, once the despair removes itself, and their beauty is shown once more... nothing is truly evil unless it's wholly despair itself. maybe that's why he has such high hopes in add, for him to even say such a thing — or close to it — someone who acts like a dark smog cast upon others with painful words and actions, but behind them comes such sincere gestures, and that's why so many people like and rely on him. there's something blinding about add, even if he doesn't show it to them — it's that little hope that he has hidden behind the smoke. )
You're right; that hope is always there... ( he turns to look at him with this dumb smile, satisfied as if it relates... and there's a brief moment he wants to look into the other's eyes. ) even if it's not visible.
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Ugh. He sits up, trying not to show his face anymore in case its flushing. Not that it would be.]
You're always talking nonsense... hope or despair or whatever, there's likely a scientific explanation for any physical phenomena.
In Elrios... about five hundred years ago, there was an explosion that destroyed the world's primary source of El. [has he ever bothered to explain El to Komaeda? whatever, it's fine, sometimes your world is just powered by a giant life-sustaining space crystal] Severe earthquakes, floods, and other natural disasters followed, which many attributed to the wrath of the gods... but the more logical explanation is that the sudden burst of energy, followed by the uneven dispersal of El throughout the continent, placed the environment in an unstable state that it had no choice but to adjust to. Disasters reshaping the continent and even splitting it in two had more to do with the balance of elemental energy being redistributed than anything "divine" in nature.
I don't know if "hope" actually has anything to do with your problem, but it's difficult to destroy a world to a point where it can't be recovered. That's all I was saying.
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That's the type of planet you come from...
( he's heard about it in books, or typical science jargon where a certain amount of energy keeps the product running, and it's the same concept that he can apply here. just like hope kept his world running, the concept of el did the same thing for add's world. well, the other's world is more fantasy than komaeda's world, but the base is that it all ran off something for the state of life to go completely unbotbered until that specific source was taken away. )
If an explosion could cause that, I'm guessing El came from something specific than being the natural flow within the world... because then whatever caused that explosion would have removed it entirely...
( he pushes himself up on the bed, sitting down properly as his legs press together, and hands rest on the seat of his lap. he keeps his eyes up on the stars now given the back add turned away from him, and because of the moon's glow, there's something about them both covered in its cool warmth that expresses the make-up of their appearance. or so, komaeda thought when he watched add lay down, and for the other to be closer to the light, maybe he could have gotten a better look. )
Is that why you became a mad scientist, or, no... what's your exact profession?
( because add won't talk about himself freely, and it's these moments to learn when he can. besides, it takes pressure off of admitting what's entirely wrong with his own world. )
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The El Explosion is just an event, it has nothing to do with my goals. Lack of El is a nuisance for my research... but someone else is taking care of it.
[That's... not exactly right. The El Search Party is taking care of the El—restoring it, protecting it, travelling as far as the Demon Realm to stop the people who want to destroy it... and Add did help them, for a time. But he knows if he tells Komaeda he helped with restoring something that important and world-changing that he just now compared to hope, he's going to hear something really annoying in response. So maybe he'll just keep pretending he has nothing to do with any of that.]
Saving the world or whatever... tch, only idealistic little brats have goals like that. I'll reshape the universe to suit me, but a change like that is too much work for how little I'd benefit from it.
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( luckily for add, komaeda won't pry into who are the people fixing the lack of el, and instead he'll think on how it's limited the other so far in his research. he's sure that even so, add must find a way around it, and that's what makes him amazing in a way — )
What's your ideal world, Add-kun?
( no, that's not right, anyone could have an ideal world, but that wouldn't be the world that he'd compose off his own merits, perhaps someone else's. he turns around, keeping his hands in his lap as he stares at the other in interest. )
I want to know the type of world you'd make in general... we can go back and forth too, if you want.
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they've discussed something like this before, haven't they? to erase the mistake that created my existence... but he never explained it fully, since the situation got out of hand. bringing this up again, like he's expecting some "hopeful" answer...]
... You ask too many annoying questions. You go first. [and then he'll decide after if he feels like sharing or not]
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( he asks, making sure that add really doesn't want to take his turn at the start. if he went first, that means he could get it out the way, and the last person to explain would feel pressure — not knowing if they should feel good or bad, but if add's honest to himself it shouldn't matter. with the spotlight on komaeda, he thinks about what would be an ideal world: the world that he's always hope for — nothing like the one he dreamt.
the dream of where hope didn't exist, where he was just an ordinary person with no talent and experience the worst of bad luck, where he had friends that cared for him and he them, how he was a protagonist, and that life wasn't fit for him. komaeda doesn't understand that world was his coping mechanism, what kept him holding on, and as his mouth parts. )
My ideal world is a hopeful one, where the majority knows their place, and believe in hope that's before them. ( he stands up, walking over so that he can stare in the center of the room, as he looks up through the window. ) Where those with talent lead, and because of their magnificent abilities, the lesser people can finally work on their own than leeching off the strength of others.
( his arms extend like a puppet, held out by his sides as he presents his idea. it feels right to him, obvious of how the scene should go, and he continues, his voice low... strained almost like it's hard to speak of his failed accomplishment, and maybe he hopes add can't hear him at this point because he's rambling about nonsense the other has never cared for: )
I wanted to be Ultimate Hope, I wanted to mold the world where...
( people would respect him, look up to him, and praise his accomplishments because of how he bettered the world. that was what he wanted when he was young, maybe that selfish acknowledgement of being someone's hope, but he's not like that anymore on the conscious side. his voice lifts up, inhaling as he speaks: )
I want the world covered in hope, to realize Ultimate Hope... ( he doesn't look towards hinata's bed, but he drop his arms down by his side, touching at the arm that was crafted for him. ) is there for everyone... where despair can no longer harm anyone, because his hope trumps all negativity. I want to see people excel by their own abilities... ( he inhales, arms not wrapping around his own waist as nails dig intonthe fabric of his attire. he feels hot here, his body practically burning up, and he's doing everything in his power to swallow down his saliva. )
...No longer seeing people stand confused of what to do, and instead they're nutured like plants that grow strong, that can aim to greater heights! For them to overcome their hardships, to see that they're no longer afraid of what's before them and face it head on! Even if it's through inhumane means, even if they can no longer be happy at the end, as long as that hope is there... whatever they must do to come to a spectacular outcome! I'll die for that! Ahahaaaaah! That's the type of world I'll work for, I'll do anything for...
( even if he's not there to see it, he hopes that the world will enjoy it as much as he would. )