First Vote (OTA!)

[gatetohell]

who: Joe and you maybe??
what: Catch-all for Oct/Nov? We'll see! But for now, his arrival!
when: End of October (for now)
where: 2nd Floor Right Wing Bathroom, Nurse’s Office, Track Field, Star Room #5, Common Room Bathroom
warnings: Prompts are tagged! List updating as need be: YTTD Spoilers, Blood (the blood paintings specifically), Emetophobia (actual puking), death discussion


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Arrival

2nd Floor Right Wing Bathroom (OTA)

(( CW’s: minor YTTD Spoilers ))

[ Joe Tazuna’s eyes snap open suddenly as if waking from a bad dream. Sweat drips down his face as he takes in ragged breaths. His eyes dart around, trying to take in where he is. Which is… the bathroom? When did he get here exactly? He can’t remember no matter how hard he tries.

Pain shoots up from his fists when he realizes he’s holding them so tightly, and he loosens them to hold his pounding head. He feels terrible like a fever is setting in. Why did he even come into school if he felt so sick? What’s… wrong with him?

Joe looks toward the mirror in front of him, and his eyes go wide when he sees something in it he shouldn’t have. It’s him and his two best friends, Ryko and Sara, at their favorite cafe together. But something seems off… and he realizes it’s the uniforms. They’re wearing a bright teal instead of the one he has on now. He tries to disregard that for the moment, more closely focused on the three of them. How Sara playfully punches Joe’s arm. The way Ryoko laughs. How Joe holds up his phone and motions for them to join him for a picture.

As the three pose together, there’s a flash that fills the whole mirror. And then it’s just Joe in the mirror, staring at himself. He reaches out, laying his hand over the mirror.

And while he doesn’t know why… he starts to cry. ]

Nurse’s Office (OTA / TDM rollover)

(( CW’s: possible YTTD Spoilers ))

[ Joe ends up at the nurse with a migraine not too long after waking up in the bathroom, trying to rest in a cot for awhile. It seems no matter how much he tries, though, he just can’t settle. His head hurts too much, and he feels like he’s swimming through fog whenever he tries to think hard on something.

There’s something wrong… very wrong. But everything seems to be working against him to actually sort it out.

Joe gets up with a sigh and walks over to the sink just a few steps from the bed. He turns on the cold tap, and although he knows he’s going to regret it a lot later, he sticks his head under it. The product starts to wash out the mess that is his hair right away, but it feels too good to stop now. He’ll fix it later…

Even when someone approaches him, he doesn’t look up. But they don’t go unnoticed. ]

Just… give me a minute...

Track Field (OTA / TDM rollover)

(( CW’s: possible YTTD Spoilers ))

[ The school day finishes, and Joe manages to get himself cleaned up and his hair fixed. He tries to find another place to be by himself. He ends up by the track field, taking in the fresh air to help clear his head. It helps with the lingering headache, but it doesn’t do much for the lingering fog.

Joe’s not sure when it happened exactly, but a white cat seems to take interest in him. It approaches him with little worries and makes itself at home in his lap. It gets a laugh out of him, and he gladly pets it’s back while looking toward the sky.

As some time passes, he starts speaking without realizing it. ]

… I had a bad dream, I think. I can’t remember it, though. But I think… something really bad happened to me in it. Even if it was a dream, I can’t shake it. Heh… Maybe I’m just too dumb to remember.

[ The white cat continues to purr quietly in his lap, offering no other response. He just lets out a soft laugh in response and closes his eyes for a moment.

Even just like this, though, he feels unsettled. ]

Star Room #5 (Closed to roommates or visitors)

[ As it gets closer to nightfall, Joe gathers his things from his locker and starts heading toward the dorms as he’s been directed. It’s been a very disorienting day, but he feels a little better having familiar things in his hands and on his body again. He’s already put his usual accessories back on and tucked the dog keychain in his jacket’s pocket once more.

He stands outside his new room nervously, antsy on his feet as he tries to work up his courage. He takes in a breath before knocking and then pokes his head in while opening the door. ]

Yo… anyone home?

[ Doesn’t seem like it at a glance, but if there’s one thing he does notice is that this room is well decorated. There are a lot of cute things hanging around, and he likes how the beds are made up. He’s never had roommates before, but this bodes well, he thinks! ]

Huh… this room is pretty cute actually!

Common Room Bathroom (OTA)

(( CW’s: YTTD Spoilers that could turn into big spoilers, Blood (the blood paintings specifically), Emetophobia (actual puking) ))

[ Close to bedtime, Joe wanders back to the dorm’s common room in an effort to explore a little more. He wants to know where the people he knows are staying, but also where he’s going to be living. Throughout the day, his memories have slowly been coming back, and he knows for sure this is not his school or his home. But he’s trying not to freak out too much over it. He wants to be strong for his friends.

But as he observes around the common room, he notices something disturbing. All the walls’ art seem to be covered for some reason, and his eyes land on one that stands out from the rest. A red dot is forming very, very slowly on the cloth that’s over it, and his heart starts to race when he realizes it.

Every ounce of his body tells him not, but Joe’s curiosity gets the better of him as always. He reaches out and slowly pulls off the cloth. The sight of a bleeding painting sends bile up into his throat suddenly, and Joe clasps his hands over his mouth while he takes off running.

He bursts into one of the nearby bathrooms, not paying attention to which gender is listed on the door, and while a loud slam of the stall door, he collapses onto the bathroom floor over a toilet. Joe vomits until his stomach is empty, coughing loudly and sniffling when he finishes. Hot tears run down his face, and he reaches out to flush the toilet with a loud sigh. He doesn’t think he’s going to puke again, but it doesn’t make him feel any less unsettled. And he isn’t sure if the paintings were too much or if it was his migraine or… something else…

Something else… yeah… that was not a normal reaction, was it? Especially not when he can feel strange phantom pains over his body. The back of his neck, his leg, straight through his chest….

When he hears someone else enter the bathroom, he glances toward the stall door and realizes he hadn’t locked it. So he calls out miserably as a warning. ]

O-Occupied…

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Comments

common room bathroom

[commences]

( passing through that hall is an every day thing for komaeda as he leaves in and out from the dorm, but before he can this time, he hears the hurried footsteps of someone dashing off. it isn't down the hall to leave from the living quarters, no, when he takes a few steps back, he catches the tail-end of someone dashing down the opposite side of the hall and to the bathroom. he stands there, staring as he glances around to try and find what it is that made them... leave.

he doesn't see anything, even as he glances up at the eerier paintings that's trapped in the same motions as before — they all look grotesque, but he's never too much cared for what they look like. obviously he's seen worse, so he crosses that out as a reason of why the person must have left — perhaps they really had to use the bathroom, perhaps someone has to tell them there's no tissue paper in those bathrooms.

they've already been used for arts and crafts...

so that's what brings komaeda over, trotting down the hall as he finds himself inside of the bathroom of where that mysterious stranger had went — maybe mysterious isn't the word, komaeda has saw them before, but he's never got a name to their face. at the sound of their voice, he hums in thought on how to proceed, in a way he doesn't respond to them nor does it stop him from leaning forward so that he can peek under the stall doors to see which one the other has so call "occupied". )

Oh, is it? ( he leans back up straight, walking to the stall where the other happens to be, his footsteps echoing inside as he stops right in front of the male's hiding spot. ) If we're in a race and there's five people, and I was in second place and you passed me; what place are you?

Re: common room bathroom

[gatetohell]

[ He tries hard not focus on the other person in the bathroom. His head, body, and stomach hurt too much to be concerned about appearances and other wise. He wasn't expecting such a soft voice in response, glancing in the direction of the sound of it. But what throws him off more is the question that comes from that soft voice.

What the hell is this guy talking about? Joe groans out loud, dragging his hand down his face while trying to come up with an answer to such a weird question. ]

...L-Last...? I'm pretty sure I'm last place...

[ He feels like he's in last place, anyway. A loser. He feels like a loser. ]

[commences]

( last? that's... not the answer, it really isn't. he lifts up his prosthetic hand, pushing against the door of the stall to let the other know that he's coming closer. he's sure he told the person that he was in second place, but there's no way he can be last if he passes komaeda, so... with the answer being wrong, he's going to push the door open to the stall.

his voice remains low and soft, looking at the person as soon as he makes his way in — shutting the door behind him so that they're both trapped inside. )

Aha... you're wrong, painfully so, are you okay?

( he sounds concerned, frowning slightly as he tries to look at the empty toilet paper holder by their side, and he tries not to look in the toilet. it does smell off in here, but a certain one he can — )

You look like you've seen a ghost...

[gatetohell]

Wr-wrong?

[ There was a wrong answer? Shit only Joe Tazuna fail a philosophical quiz, huh?

His eyebrow raises in response though. This guy was pretty bold to walk into a stall with a stranger and block the way out. Surely he means no harm, right? Joe... he really doesn't want to doubt anyone anymore. He's tired of it. Sick of it. ]

...N-Nah... I'm not.

[ It's an honest response at least. ]

The painting... it was bleeding, man.

[commences]

Ahaha... with an expression like that, it's almost like you don't trust me... I promise, I'm harmless, trash like me is only here to help.

( that said, he lifts his organic hand slow, and he reaches up to place it along the male's forehead to check his temperature — what joe will find is that komaeda's hand is ice cold, almost like a corpse, but that's due to his poor blood flow. he's allowed to smack his hand away, or just take a step back, but he's sure as hell not getting out the stall. )

Oh that... yep, they tend to do it. Do you wanna see what they do when they aren't bleed—-

( he stops, redirecting his thoughts, because maybe that's for later. )

You should sit down, if you faint while standing up... you'll bump your head.

[gatetohell]

...Don't call yourself trash, man.

[ It comes out before he realizes it. But Joe hates that talk. Even from a stranger.

Komaeda's touch does make him shiver, but at the same time, it feels kinda good. His own skin feels like fire in the most unpleasant way. What he says about the painting kinda flies over his head, his usually useless brain filtering words to protect himself.

He frowns up at him, shaking his head a little. ]

Already hit it today... got a migraine since I woke up too...

[ Sitting on the bathroom floor sucks, though. But he's not stupid enough to try to move yet. ]

[commences]

A migraine...

( ignoring his comment. should he push up joe's bangs to look at his forehead properly? well, h ewill, because this is komaeda we're talking about, and he does as he pleases. brushing a few strands out the way that's probably attached with sweat? or whatever happens to someone who throws up, he stares at the bruise that's formed, and laughs softly. )

It's pretty bad... Are you able to walk? ( even though he told him to sit down... ) ...Maybe you can come to the nurse's office with me, and we can get that fixed up...

( komaeda's playing the first ten minutes of danganronpa where he seems pretty normal, so he offers this relief in joe's trying time. despite his chilly fingers, he leaves his hand there for a little longer. he knows that some people like it, and since the other hasn't smacked his hand away... he guesses it's fine. )

She's not in yet, so you have to trust me as your nurse despite I'm no good, ahaha...

[gatetohell]

[ Even if Joe knows it's not an appropriate time, he can't help the he blushes when Koemada pushes back his bangs and lingers there. He dresses gaudy, but Joe's actually pretty shy guy when it comes to this stuff. But he doesn't try make him stop or even fight it.

At his question, he lets his eyes close as he tries to decide if it's a good idea or not. ]

I... think so.

[ Maybe if they go slowly? He hates the idea of passing that painting again, though. But it's not like he can avoid it forever. He's not super interested in hanging out in the bathroom forever anyway.

He holds out his hand with a sigh. ]

Can you help me up?

[commences]

Let's go... ( he retracts his hand from joe's forehead, not being able to tell if he's hot because of his fever or the blush, but luckily the bathroom is dark enough to hide that fact. instead of using his organic hand, he goes for the other, holding it out to him so he can grab the male's hand tightly (not too tight, this prosthetic could cause major damage).

the soft whirr of his hand is audible, echoing within the bathroom as he proceeds to help the other up, he leans forward, using his organic hand to rest on joe's waist, digging into the fabric of his clothes so that maybe the extra pull will do him some good.

now komaeda's a twink so either they pull joe up, or komaeda's going to fall forward with the other back down onto the ground. but he's going to try... )

On 1, are you ready...? 3... 2...

( he counts down slow, waiting for joe to get into the rhythm, and on one he happens to try and pull him up...

...

...

are they safe? did they fail? )