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non-murder December mini-event
12/01 06:47
The telephone in the principal's office is ringing.
OOC
- ✽ The temperature inside the principal's office is still sub-zero, so please take note before sending easily frozen characters inside. I'll have to delete the non- part of the post title, then.
✽ The post may be used to ICly discuss whether to answer the phone in the first place, and if so, who to send. Mod responses will happen if/when the phone is answered.

finally rolls back in here twenty years late
[ ... no additional information after that, even if there is a sliiiight inflection of uncertainty in that last statement? it's easily missed, unless someone is listening closely. ]
54.2 N, 45.2 E... is that near here? If those are coordinates, that's... fairly north. In the region of Europe?
[ (he only knows this because England is on a similar latitude/longtitude tbh.) but. hm. letting the unknown party-slash-the enemy choose the location and the timing? william instinctively thinks about how he would agree that is absolutely sounds like a trap but also...
... perhaps a significant location? too many variables, not enough answers. ]
it's ok king that's me every day
( but the name of the game with graduation is that you go home once you graduate, many people can share the same last name, but perhaps that could have been the perk. it sounds odd, no matter how a person slices it, but not only does that name sound familiar, the second does too.
there's only one haruka within the school, and komaeda hums in thought while he keeps his eyes on ranger, watching his mouth mostly as he listens to the outside voice of moriarty...
a trek north of the school... alright, moriarty has something going on, but time is of the essence so he won't bother him right now. )
Hm... Riokun, did you hear anything in the background when they were talking, or were they annoying on purpose to block all that out?
( just a simple question, but he's watching for something specific, but who can tell if those dead eyes of his are just looking through ranger because that's how they are. )
that's a big mood fam
Normally, but it'd be a different spot here. We're working with a smaller area. Should be manageable.
[ Ranger doesn't tend to show emotion at the best of times, but now there's none of the little tells that he tends to use to indicate his mood shifts. The blank stare is fixed solidly in place, without so much as a hint of what he's feeling, and the open-mouthed grin doesn't so much as budge from where he's holding it. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest and the occasional blink and glances, it might be a bit like looking at an unfeeling doll.
He's still processing what had been said, and the stress of being around so many unknown people isn't helping matters any. His voice remains even, without much inflection to it even as he answers Komaeda, ]
Yep, bastards weren't make any effort to hide what was going on. It sounded like they were outside, there was a pretty strong wind going on... Hm, I don't think they were standing too close too. It sounded like they were standing several meters away from whatever they were using to make the call.
[ Was it a phone? That seems like the sensible option, but it's a bit odd that they'd have it so far away. Everything about it suggests that something was off. ]
It took 'em a minute to actually start speaking. Seems like they got bored waiting for someone to answer.
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Haruka, though... she has a brother, out there? It could be a coincidence, given Ranger saying he was cut off, but... that's getting him, somewhere in his chest, and he's filing it away. Same with the name of the single graduate, and those co-ordinates...]
Even if that's in not Europe, if it's outside the school... How are we supposed to get there?
...
Do they expect us to go through a mirror or something?
[There's been one time in Yogen he's been outside of it's bounds, even if that was in the past and in a story book(?). Worlds in objects, though... that has him unconsciously following a parallel train of thought, one with it's own black cloth chill in implication. He looks away and down pensively, hand fluffing his scarf.]
Getting the feeling it wasn't a phone on their end...
[Some kind of object... maybe something high up? It doesn't make sense to be several metres away without a reason...]