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11/08 - 11/13 Cultural Festival

The school campus opens its doors to the public early Monday morning, with family, friends, neighbors, and strangers arriving to fill up the halls, each visitor having eyes of gold and wallets full of cash. Festival events run from 8AM to 4PM, and pamphlets are handed out by students lining the locker area, which include a schedule and a map of the campus:

✽ The opening event on Monday is an idol performance in the auditorium by the twin star unit GEMINI, consisting of Natsume Sakasaki and Subaru Akehoshi. On Thursday afternoon, the music club will hold a performance in the auditorium, featuring the typical choir with piano accompaniment, a capella performances by smaller groups of members, as well as solos, with requests taken in between performances so members can switch off and take a break.

✽ The student store is open every day up until noon on Saturday, and while the absurdly high prices are still absurdly high, there is a sign up in front of the rock gacha that one of the prizes is an all day pass to any of the school's events for one day of the festival. The odds aren't worth the price, but it's not like the shopkeep reveals the odds.

✽ Class 1-B is hosting a themed cafe in their homeroom.

✽ Class 1-D has turned their homeroom and neighboring classrooms into escape rooms, which runs from Tuesday to Friday.

✽ The robotics/programing club and the gaming club have set up a variety of video games in 2-A, and are hosting a competition between visitors and their AI.

✽ Class 3-D is hosting a kissing booth in their homeroom.

✽ In the home ec cooking room, the cooking club is hosting a cooking contest, with student judges and prizes for the winners.

✽ The sewing club and the art club have put together a photo booth inside the home ec sewing room, featuring all sorts of props and costumes imaginable to try on and pose in front of a number of hand painted backgrounds. Photos are taken by an instant camera for visitors to take home a keepsake. In the art club room, the art club has a gallery set up, with paintings hanging from the walls and sculptures set up in front of them, and a strict no touching policy or one of the members threatens to scoop your eye out with a palette knife and she doesn't look like she's joking. There is a large open canvas, however, for visitors to try their hand at paints or charcoal or pastels on what will become a collaborative art piece done by an entire week's worth of visitors. Occasionally throughout the festival, an art club member will have a space off to the corner for portraits or face painting.

✽ The sewing club has also contributed plush toy prizes for various other class' game stalls throughout the school, where visitors can pay to play for a chance to win small prizes, and are able to trade up several smaller prizes for larger ones.

✽ Out past the courtyard, various sports teams host games throughout the week, including relay races and obstacle courses and tug o' war and """soccer""". Basically it's sports day, because there had been a sports day on the calendar but I never look at the calendar so it was already halfway through the month before I realized.

✽ The fourth floor hallway has been cleaned up and turned into the rest area, with rugs laid out across the ground and comfy chairs scattered around the room and little bags of cat treats for sale to entice the fluffy white cat into hanging out in this space all week. Even without treats, she is content to sit on people's laps and rub against their ankles and let them bury their faces in her stomach. Healing.

✽ In the evening on the final day, after all the visitors leave, a large bonfire is set up in a non-flammable area between the courtyard and pool building and left to burn late into the night for those students who choose to remain on campus until around 8PM, when the festival culminates in a small fireworks show that lights up the sky overhead in reds and golds, while on the ground, sparklers are passed around for a quiet moment appreciating the beauty, and transience, of life.

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✽ Throughout the school year, merit points have occasionally been earned through interactions between students involving strong emotion, whether positive or negative. This month, characters may notice that this happens much more frequently, and the amount of merit points earned is also sometimes more than the typical one point. Please report threads of strong emotion below, as this will minorly affect December.
✽ On 11/23, Yogen sees its first snow of the year, a light dusting across campus that does not stick when the sun rises again the next morning, but it will snow on and off until the end of the month.
✽ This event log doubles as a TDM, with new characters experiencing the recurring feeling of drifting in (school life) and out (canon life) of sleep up until they "open their eyes," after which they will have full awareness and come to their senses.

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( so it's not his shift yet, but it will be soon, so amami may as well stop by the kissing booth. doesn't hurt to show some moral support for a friend either, right? 'cause that's what he figures he'll do to pass the time until it's his turn — komaeda has probably gotten plenty of customers one way or another, so amami's not too worried about cutting any off when he pulls himself up onto the counter of the booth, folding one leg under him so he can sit kind of sideways, better face komaeda when he speaks up. )

So, how's business, Komaeda-kun? Have a lot of customers yet?

( because he knows this one'll reel 'em in, it's just a matter of when they'll have the time to drop by. either way, amami's expectant as he looks over, smiling bright and friendly. )

( he feels amami before the other even has the moment to speak up, and komaeda turns to look towards his direction, up a little to see that he's sitting on the booth. on the side is the papers and book, a few pencils just in case someone wants their fortune read, or written. )

I've had the right amount.

( he says, parting his mouth to lick away the left over lipstick against his bottom lip. it's pretentious red color gone after a few swipes, but the taste now on komaeda's tongue, and he swallows right after to show that it's no big deal. it'd be a different story if he had those pocket tissues saihara had gifted him, then maybe.

he smiles as he looks at the other, blinking slow. )

In about an hour, you'll be able to take over. So many will flock to you.

Haha, certainly looks like you have, yeah. I'm kind of hoping my own visitors are a bit more laid back.

( seriously, jeez, these customers are looking real enthusiastic between noah and komaeda. amami gets they're popular, and he gets why — he shouldn't have anything to worry about, but he still finds himself a bit nervous about it even so. what is with the students at this school and their lipstick? rethinking this a little bit... )

Anyway, thought I'd come check on you a bit early. I was thinking I could drop by help you out myself, but now I'm wondering if you even need that, judging by how popular you are.

To bother an Ultimate like yourself... that would be too cruel of me, especially when you'll need as much room as possible.

( a little extra praise because the other deserves it, but komaeda tries to relax around him as his arms remain crossed on the table as he looks up to him. he leans back properly against his chair, his hands not sliding into his lap, and he watches the way the other acts, and with a nod. amami's the perfect representative for this, he's charming, sexy, inviting, and his hope is bright — komaeda would have to say that amami's as beautiful as they come, and this school is lucky to have someone of his appearance, and personality.

his fingers curl into small fists, and he looks down trying to calm himself down. )

They're only putting up with me, I don't have much to offer aside from company. I'm not really anything worth kissing, it's just so they can wait for Ebalon-kun's both to free up.

( he licks the corner of his mouth, that the metallic taste still there, and he lifts a hand to wipe it away with his thumb. )

C'mon, you can afford to give yourself some credit. I'm sure there's plenty of people who'd jump at the chance to kiss you.

( rokkun, for one. but yeah, out of the whole school, the only person who might have a comparable fanclub would be... subaru? maybe. but komaeda's out here building a pseudo-cult for his own specific brand of hope at this rate, and it makes his own feel tight-knit and personal. friends, but with a couple extra shots of optional admiration mixed in there, it feels like. or maybe salvation would be a better word? amami's not thinking too hard on it himself though, and he'll raise an expectant brow at the answer he's been given. )

Or are you trying to say that business hasn't been good?

This isn't about my business, it's solely about yours.

( he smiles, content with the thought that if amami's successful than komaeda believes he's done good for the day encouraging it. now, it's when he grabs the spell book to slowly open up, flipping through the pages, he'll stop on one that may or may not be familiar to amami, he's probably read through this already. )

Someone like me would probably have to cast a spell on myself to get anything like you will once it's your turn.

( tilting his head, he laughs sheepishly as he glances down at the page. ) Ultimates like yourself are lucky, I'm glad someone as incompetent as me can see you in action soon.

In action, huh...

( maybe he is lucky — lucky komaeda's out here giving him ideas, so he can dig in his pocket and pull out the first bill that he finds. ten-thousand yen should be a fair amount for a kiss, right? because amami's not gonna look at it before he slips it into the jar to the side, eyes bright with playful expectation as he peers at komaeda. )

Guess so. If I'm gonna be taking over soon, you don't mind helping me get rid of the nerves, right?

( he's expecting one kiss; no love spell needed to get it done. )

( from in action to money being deposited to doing this because of amami's nerves, komaeda finds himself taken aback, especially like a cat who's accidentally fell into a bath of water. it makes him jump in his seat, eyes downcast, and his mouth parts to breath as he can find his cheeks dusting in color. an ultimate asking this of him? no... paying? it's a lot to take in, too much to take in, that he's trying to calm his own nerves. )

..Ah— Am.. ( quick breath. ) Amami-kun! Isn't that... cruel of me to put you in this position, especially when there's—-

( he glances off to the side to see that noah's booth is taken, and komaeda's fingers press against the surface of his table trying to steel himself. he couldn't run him off, hell, he can't even hear his own voice over the sound of his beating heart. )

It really is just me... is that something I can really take from you, um...

( oh... oh? that's a cute reaction, though the words have amami feeling a bit sorry for him. maybe it strikes as too much pressure? though, komaeda didn't seem to have any problems with the idea of any other customers, and to be honest, amami would prefer it if he could be treated the same as anyone else. either way, he'll feel the need to tack on some reassurance here, considering those comments about how cruel he is to put amami in the position to... willingly sign up for one? he guesses? )

If you don't want to I won't make you, and you can think of it as a donation, but it's not like I have a problem with it.

( it'd be more cruel to turn him down at this point, seeing as he's the one making the request. )

'Sides, don't think of it as taking. ( that's weird. ) You're giving one, see?

( that's how he sees it anyway; the only time you could maybe (and it's still a stretch) consider it taking would be if it was someone's first kiss or something. amami? he's not too worried about that. )

It's just that... ( he takes a deep breath in an attempt to get himself together, it must be unsightly to see komaeda like this, but he's having it rough knowing that amami is paying for this. he's priceless, komaeda isn't worth a thing, and so part of him feels like he should tell the other to take it back. a shake of his head, and he'll just have to accept everything as is, which, he looks up at the other, and tries to compose himself. that said, the faint blush on his face is still evidence — it's even reached the tips of his ears. komaeda's aware of that, so he brushes his hair down slightly — oh, how ugly of him. )

Can I really give you something so... ( when he kissed someone else, it was terrifying until after the fact, but nothing's even happened and he feels terrified. ) If it's fine, with you, if you ask me...

( it sounds better that way when he has an order, not that komaeda doesn't do what he wants, but it's better than way when he has a lead, and when an ultimate uses their superiority over him. he hugs himself now, fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket until he nods to him. )

Will you ask me to kiss you?

( feeling bold to ask so much of an ultimate there, komaeda!

not that amami minds, necessarily, just... well... he brings one hand up to rub at the side of his neck. )

Its, uh, it's a bit embarrassing if you want me to do it so directly.

( but it's nothing too concerning, right? just a little confidence boost for a friend of his, you know. playing along in the spirit of things. for someone like komaeda, if he can get a kiss from an ultimate, then he can't exactly say that he's not worth anything at a booth like this anymore, right? so it's like that. totally super platonic, even as amami feels like he's caught komaeda's blush, with his own cheeks feeling hot as he glances off to the side and then back at komaeda.

... )

Will you kiss me, Komaeda-kun?

( it's easier when an ultimate asks, because then komaeda feels obligated. just knowing that it's fine considering his position causes him to calm down, look up at the other despite his face is flushed, the tip of his nose cherry pink, and the way his lips twitch at the thought of even doing something so scandalous with a person he admires.

even if he knows he shouldn't, he can't tell an ultimate no to their face, and so komaeda exhales slow as he leans forward, hands press on the flat surface of the table as his eyes flutter shut. he inches slowly, his hair briefly twitching along his nose, and in his mind he can tell how far the other is, and when he'll be close enough to...

it's a stressful process as his heart echoes loudly, the pounding in his ears, and once he can feel amami's breath against his own lips, komaeda takes his time as he presses his own against the ultimate's, there's something desperate that lacks romantic tones, but komaeda's very few nails grind against the desk as he leans further. )

( ah, who knew komaeda had this kind of cute side to him too? he always comes off so easygoing and distant, but when push comes to shove, he still gets shy about these things, huh. the thought has a smile that widens across amami's face the more he gets a good look at the warm pink spreading across komaeda's, but it's only a moment longer before he starts to lean in, and amami lets his eyes fall closed too as their lips lightly brush against one another.

and really, that would have been enough for him — he would have been more satisfied with that alone, but it isn't long before komaeda leans in further, something needy in the way he pursues just as amami is about to pull away. for that, instinctively, he finds himself drawn back in. his hand makes its way to rest on komaeda's waist, and his lips part faintly, tentative, and testing the waters in just how much komaeda is looking for. )

( it first starts as a swipe of his tongue along the other's bottom lip, maybe that's him asking for entrance, or perhaps he wants a taste to remember the other by, either way, komaeda's too caught up in his own heartbeat and actions that he can't pull away until amami pulls away — this is a situation to be in, the worst of all given who he is, before it's the adrenaline, he can't think given the fact he's doing this with an ultimate of his caliber, his legs shake underneath him for a moment until he finds support through the other's hand on his hip, komaeda sighing softly until... until there's a warm feeling that trickles down his face, onto amami as well that'll run down their lips between the kiss.

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pull away? )

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yeah, he'll pull away. not so much out of surprise or being offput, but definitely wearing a look that reads as confused as he draws away. he blinks as he looks to komaeda, registering a brilliant red colour absently as he reaches up to touch his own lips, and... hm. hm! that's certainly not what he'd expected, but—

oh, wait, shit, komaeda's nose is bleeding.

the puzzlement shifts into something more like alarm, and pulling one sleeve across his own mouth to wipe it off, amami reaches out to cup his other hand under komaeda's chin, juuust in time to catch a drop of that blood before it drops to send them to the void. because, you know, unfortunately he has the mental presence to actually realize there's some potential consequences to this. with a look falling somewhere between embarrassed and apologetic, amami smiles to komaeda, still holding his hand out to catch any blood that may drip down. )

Haha, sorry — we should get some tissues or something, huh?

A...ah...

( he's frozen in place, unfortunately, not sure how he should take the other touching him as blood dribbles down his face, making home in the male's palm. his fingers curl into his hands, nails pressing against his right palm, and prosthetic brushes against metal. this is his way of trying to calm himself down, but his cheeks are far too red, and his brows furrow to show his own disgust with himself. quick, his eyes close shut while reminding himself he's in the presence of an ultimate, and even his shoulders shake because that reassurance does nothing. it's a simple, warm, tingling sensation that rolls in waves along the back of his shoulders. )

I— I... I should apologize, I...

( aaaah, his mouth parts, a bit of blood dripping into his mouth, the taste of metal strong given his palate, and he closes his lips; swallowing. he's not embarrassed, but he's going through a lot of emotions — love, denial, just completely stressed with the notion of the other being this close, holding his disgusting blood. it's at the thought that komaeda's mind completely snaps, pushing away amami's hand quickly, and he inhales trying to keep the blood from creeping down anymore. )

Don't touch something as disgusting at me! I'm so incompetent, I got my liquids all over you, ahh...!

First of all... ( he lets komaeda push his hand back, but obviously keeps a sharp eye on that blood to make sure it doesn't drip any further. ) You can just say "blood".

( "liquids" sounds so... not like it's blood.

but he'll offer up an apologetic smile to go with his next words, leaning down a little in that way you do when you're talking to kids, and looking for his part rather amused with this turn of events. like, yeah, okay, not ideal. kind of gross in a way he doesn't fully appreciate. but it's by taking things in stride that you tend to reassure people after things like this happen, and ensure it becomes water under the bridge, so that's what he'll focus on doing. )

And anyway, don't sweat it. It's just some blood, not a big deal. ( not like he's never had blood in his mouth before. )

We should see about getting you cleaned up though.

...But I made a mess all over you, ah... And I let it get on your face. If you ask, I can... lick it up, I...

( he's fumbling, embarrassed actually to the point that he wants to stay where he is to cover his face from how this event has turned out to be. he can't, because he has to listen to what an ultimate says, and he's getting up to his feet so that he can come around the table to meet amami side by side, his fingers covering his mouth as he looks downward, but not having to tilt his head. )

Can I really hold your time...?

( stressful, he thinks, taking a step forward as he can feel the blood drip into his hand. it's warm, but he can't smell anything else aside from it. it's such a shame to get it all over someone as pretty as amami, he hopes that it doesn't smudge his beauty anymore than he already has before — yet, all ultimates are quite the catch. )

Um... You don't have to go that far.

( as to lick it up, he means. kind of weird, but komaeda... doesn't really know how to act like a normal person. it's fine, amami's starting to get that, so he can be patient and go along with it. for now he gently sets is hand behind komaeda, not quite touching the small of his back, but hovering just behind as if to guide him back in the direction of the bathroom. )

It's not a big deal. We're friends after all, so lets go.

( so he's gonna try to herd komaeda out the door here, warm and patient and, just in case— )

Let me know if the blood gets too much, yeah? Don't wanna take any unplanned trips if we can help it.

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