yogen | (01) wisteria arrival

Who: Satou Kuroneko & (OPEN)
What: New Arrival
When: November 18th
Where: Hallways (lockers), Library, Science Room (outside of)
Warnings: N/A. Will Edit As Needed!

(a) Hallways / Lockers

[After waking, Satou's first instinct is to go to the library. She's certain that she will begin to panic if she thinks too hard about what's happening. The seven tally marks under her wrist itch from anxiety and she subconsciously pulls her sleeve over them. On her way to the library (or, where she mysteriously remembers it may be,) she stops at her locker. 237. Well, might as well check if she owned anything useful.

Unfortunately, nervous fingers do not handle the delicate dial well. She keeps messing up the combination, flinching when she hears footsteps in the hall or other loud noises. After a third failed attempt, Satou growls under her breath.]

[She tugs on the lock. It doesn't open.

She groans.]

(b) Library

[After confirming that her locker is empty, Satou continues on her way to the library. She's quick to find the reference books and startled to see that only reach the 1990s. Stranger still, she can't find a place to check out the books. She wanders around the library in quiet confusion for a few minutes before deciding to ask for help.

You got this, Satou. It's just talking to a stranger. You like strangers.

... But do strangers like me?

She tries to smile and be friendly when waving to the stranger, but there's a nervous twitch to that smile.]

(c) Science Room (outside of)

[She actually wanted to check out the music room. Playing music would be a good way to get a grip on her emotions, after all. Satou has done a decent job of being as quiet as a mouse, maintaining a polite and dainty façade as she plays the role of "ideal student." But when she passes the science room, Satou catches a glance at the grinning model peering the glass.

And her facade falls as she shriek in fright and swings a kick at the door out of instinct

then crumples to the floor, holding her ankle.]

Fuuu-- auuunnnyaaugh.

[Without her magic, Satou's just a normal girl, who can't even win a fight against a door.]

(d) Wild Card

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[Oh gosh, someone saw her? And heard her embarrassing scream too? Satou can feel the colour creeping up her neck already. She would never wish to be invisible again, sure, but she can wish that people didn't see her failings.

She slowly picks herself up again, using the wall to press a hand to while dragging herself to her feet. A twist? She blinks.]

O-Oh... Sorry. Did I worry you? [People worrying about her..!! Satou knows she should feel guilty for that, but a part of her is also quite happy.

A "good girl" would lean into not worrying him, right? So she laughs nervously into a chipper answer;] I-I mean uh nope nope! No twisties wisties in this foot, no siree!

[ His gaze slow slides away from her face at that "twistie wisties," almost as if embarrassed in her stead, unconvinced when he looks back a moment later. ]

...If you say so. That thing freaked me out too, the first time I saw it.

[ if that's any consolation ]

Best if you don't make eye contact with it.

[... she can feel her reputation cracking. how does one recover from this kind of stupidity??

Satou also averts her gaze, but because she just heard a challenge. Fortunately she does stop herself from making eye contact with the model, instead returning her gaze to his face.]

Is it alive?

I-It can't be, right? That'd be weird?

[ That was not a challenge, miss!! ]

...Yeah, that would be weird.

[ Is it alive, though? ...That would depend on one's definition of the word. ]

Did you need something from inside? I could grab it for you.

Eh?

[She shudders at the thought, recalling the mental image of that thing grinning at them through the window. There are certainly things that she could use from a science room, yes, but not desperately.]

No, please-- You don't need to be going in there on my account.

Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

Okay.

[ Maybe he answers a bit too quickly, or maybe he sounds a bit too relieved, but it is what it is, and he's glad to not have to go inside for any reason other than lessons. ]

You'd better get going, then... You had club?

[ Since there's only clubs on this side of the floor, and if she hadn't expected the science room and he knows she's not part of the student council, that leaves art and music. One club is more tolerable of latecomers than the other. ]

Oh, no. I'm not good enough at either of those things to join a club.

[She answers in her own quick way, as if this is a reason she's given many times before. Clubs are a far away fantasy for her.

But hearing about them does dampen her mood. Satou had forgotten that students might be using the rooms for important activities.]

... I wanted to check if I could play the piano. But I guess... if it's club hours, then probably not, huh?

Yeah. If you're no good, Maya-san wouldn't let you join the club.

[ Which is only since music club is technically choir— there still isn't any other instrument besides the one grand piano that stands in the middle of the room, and with Maya being the pianist, it's not a role that needs a backup. Maybe if she were really good, Maya would consider letting herself be replaced. ]

But playing after club hours is fine, and actually, I think today might be the Survival Club's day in the music room... not that they use it for club activities anyways.

[Satou feels the heavy weight of disappointment sinking in. She's not good enough to keep up with new sheet music, so that's definitely out. There haven't been many chances to practice her skills in recent years either. It's beginning to seem like she won't have the chance to unwind, which would have been a significant boost to her mood. Maybe she can pretend to like homework enough that it actually becomes fun?

Instead, she hears something that gives her hope.]

Really? So I might be able to use it? Would they have unlocked the room, do you think?

[She looks down the hallway, a hopeful spark in her eyes now.]

If they're really not there, then maybe...

[ The hopeful spark in her eyes is matched by hesitancy in his, the sort of side glance of somebody who knows the correct follow-up to this is to hype her up and be all "Let's go see together!" but that would be too out of character.

... ]

...Let's go see together.

[ ...The words feel foreign in his mouth, but better that than stand awkwardly here and stare at Satou until she makes a move, especially since it's clear to him that she's a new student here, despite it being well into the second semester now. ]

I don't hear any music playing, so it's probably open.

(01) wisteria arrival

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