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DECEMBER EVENT/TDM
bulletin board updates
✽ There are several new points of interest at the bulletin board this month, most prominently a wooden box with the slit on the top just large enough to drop a sheet of paper inside. Above is an explanation of Secret Santa and a form to fill out for those interested in participating to write down their name, homeroom, and locker number. Sign-ups close on 12/5, and following assignments, gifts may be given in person or through one of the student council members if anonymous gifting is preferred (contact the mod to hire a stuco elf).
✽ Right next to this box is a poster with a large orange giraffe painted on it. The contents of the poster has nothing to do with giraffes, but rather, is an advertisement for student store commissions featuring quality work with quick turnarounds and a special discount for the month of December if you buy five or more commissions, or bring the shopkeep a warm drink and maybe a snack while they're working.
✽ To the side of the class roster and current ranks is a digital countdown, and scrawled on the bulletin board itself is the message "You're almost there! You can do it! One more push!" but it's unclear whether this message refers to the countdown to the new year, or to the long glass tube situated along the edge of the bulletin board next to it. Maybe both. The tube looks similar to a graduated cylinder, holding a total volume of 5000 ml and currently containing 4850 ml of dark red (presumably) blood, hot to the touch. It can not be broken or removed. The mod will be in contact if any character action this month causes the volume to change.
✽ A neatly typed notice, half buried under all the other announcements, contains a reminder that tuition will be due soon for those students continuing to study at Yogen. If tuition is not paid in full by the end of February, "compensation" will be taken instead.
✽ And finally, there is a notice from the student council that proof of club activity is once again due for submission to the student council by 12/24, otherwise the club will be dissolved and resources taken back. Please submit activity proof to the toplevel below.
✽ Right next to this box is a poster with a large orange giraffe painted on it. The contents of the poster has nothing to do with giraffes, but rather, is an advertisement for student store commissions featuring quality work with quick turnarounds and a special discount for the month of December if you buy five or more commissions, or bring the shopkeep a warm drink and maybe a snack while they're working.
✽ To the side of the class roster and current ranks is a digital countdown, and scrawled on the bulletin board itself is the message "You're almost there! You can do it! One more push!" but it's unclear whether this message refers to the countdown to the new year, or to the long glass tube situated along the edge of the bulletin board next to it. Maybe both. The tube looks similar to a graduated cylinder, holding a total volume of 5000 ml and currently containing 4850 ml of dark red (presumably) blood, hot to the touch. It can not be broken or removed. The mod will be in contact if any character action this month causes the volume to change.
✽ A neatly typed notice, half buried under all the other announcements, contains a reminder that tuition will be due soon for those students continuing to study at Yogen. If tuition is not paid in full by the end of February, "compensation" will be taken instead.
✽ And finally, there is a notice from the student council that proof of club activity is once again due for submission to the student council by 12/24, otherwise the club will be dissolved and resources taken back. Please submit activity proof to the toplevel below.
12/20 - 12/24 finals week
✽ The week before winter break is finals, with many students cramming as many math formulas and foreign country leaders into their heads as possible without it all spilling over, while other students have decided to chance the practicum instead. Those who have signed up for the practicum are asked to meet inside the auditorium after homeroom at the start of the day while test takers begin their written exams. Students are allowed to change their minds on which to take, up until the end of homeroom on Monday, after the bell rings and the doors close.
✽ For the test takers, finals last for five days, from 8AM until noon each day, after which students are allowed to go home, or have lunch and continue studying in their homerooms or in the library. At the end of finals on Friday, students are asked to remain in their homerooms over lunch break while their exams finish being graded, after which homeroom teachers will return and ask certain students to go with them to the faculty office. These are the failing students. Which the homeroom teachers themselves have the pleasure of executing for their failures. All other students are dismissed and wished a happy winter break.
✽ For those opting for the practicum, finals last for two days, from 8AM until noon on Monday and Tuesday. All students from all grades meet in the auditorium the first day and are told the very simple rules for this semester's practicum: in order to raise your failing grade, all you have to do is kill another student, upon which you take their points for yourself. At the start of both days, students first gather in the auditorium for a headcount and then are given a half hour no-killing grace period during which they are allowed to scatter and find the best sniping/ambushing/hiding spots. The hunt is limited to four hours each day and kills must be done on campus; any kills done outside of these parameters are just for fun and do not count towards their final grade. Points are given for kills involving students in the same grade level of different homerooms (e.g. third years only benefit from killing other third years) and points are revoked for kills involving other grade levels or test takers not participating in the practicum. They studied hard, leave them alone. Most students need only one or two kills to pass, but multiple kills stack and earn them extra credit that will carry over to the next semester. Students who end the second day with a still failing grade will be called to the faculty office. ... All remaining students are dismissed and wished a happy (early!) winter break.
✽ A winter storm starts to whip up around noon on the 24th, raging through the night before settling down come morning, blanketing the entire campus with several feet of snow.
✽ For the test takers, finals last for five days, from 8AM until noon each day, after which students are allowed to go home, or have lunch and continue studying in their homerooms or in the library. At the end of finals on Friday, students are asked to remain in their homerooms over lunch break while their exams finish being graded, after which homeroom teachers will return and ask certain students to go with them to the faculty office. These are the failing students. Which the homeroom teachers themselves have the pleasure of executing for their failures. All other students are dismissed and wished a happy winter break.
✽ For those opting for the practicum, finals last for two days, from 8AM until noon on Monday and Tuesday. All students from all grades meet in the auditorium the first day and are told the very simple rules for this semester's practicum: in order to raise your failing grade, all you have to do is kill another student, upon which you take their points for yourself. At the start of both days, students first gather in the auditorium for a headcount and then are given a half hour no-killing grace period during which they are allowed to scatter and find the best sniping/ambushing/hiding spots. The hunt is limited to four hours each day and kills must be done on campus; any kills done outside of these parameters are just for fun and do not count towards their final grade. Points are given for kills involving students in the same grade level of different homerooms (e.g. third years only benefit from killing other third years) and points are revoked for kills involving other grade levels or test takers not participating in the practicum. They studied hard, leave them alone. Most students need only one or two kills to pass, but multiple kills stack and earn them extra credit that will carry over to the next semester. Students who end the second day with a still failing grade will be called to the faculty office. ... All remaining students are dismissed and wished a happy (early!) winter break.
✽ A winter storm starts to whip up around noon on the 24th, raging through the night before settling down come morning, blanketing the entire campus with several feet of snow.
OOC
✽ PC faculty still have finals: they will either take written exams excluding that of their own subject, or they can take the practicum. Players with faculty characters are asked to reply to the toplevel below to indicate the number of failed students per class, but characters do NOT have to ICly be responsible for killing failed students. Unless they're cool with that, and if so, please let me know.
✽ This is a reminder that for any character that murders (again, please let me know), they will experience the same pain the following night and lose powers/abilities for one week. Two weeks after the murder, +1 tally and +100 merit points will be awarded for each kill.
✽ 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 all floors, including the locker area but not the rooftop. Please mind the void, murderers.
✽ This is a reminder that for any character that murders (again, please let me know), they will experience the same pain the following night and lose powers/abilities for one week. Two weeks after the murder, +1 tally and +100 merit points will be awarded for each kill.
✽ 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 all floors, including the locker area but not the rooftop. Please mind the void, murderers.
alice yabusame | your turn to die | tdm
[ It's an ordinary day like any other, filled with classes and extracurricular activities and so on. In other words, there's nothing noteworthy about today—
It's an ordinary day, isn't it, but Alice hovers in front of his locker too long, abruptly gripping the edge of its open door so tightly that his hand trembles, white-knuckled, and the locker hinges creak. His other hand does the same with the front of his jacket, creasing its lapels.
Why in the world is he attending classes in the first place, years after already finishing high school...? In such a plain uniform, at that! It's almost as bad as enduring the restrictive shackles of "slammer style"! These thoughts hurtle through his head, wherever they came from, knocking loose question after question, each one more dizzying to ponder than the last.
He shuts the locker, and thinks of countless others lining a white room. He opens it again, merely to continue peering inside at its perfectly normal contents, seized by the absurd fear that he'll come face to face with a gun-wielding schoolgirl. But that can't be right — she was outside—
In some sort of nonsensical dream, yes? ]
How... how ridiculous...!
[ Open, shut. Open, shut. A white room with a stained ceiling. Perhaps it would be best to turn around and leave for a change of scenery, but he can't seem to clear his head for that, soon clutching onto the locker partly because his knees might buckle otherwise as one hand tugs at his shirt's collar. ]
b. library (preparation for finals week)
[ Exams... A terrifying shadow looms on the horizon indeed. Even under normal circumstances, finals week is something not to take lightly, all the more when the results could decide one's future, but at this school, the rumors turn it into a matter of life and death. Anyone with enough sense will choose studying hard over foolish alternatives or risking failure!
Alice, for one, is wisely seated at a table in the library, textbooks and pages of notes laid out before him. A model prisoner elsewhere, he can easily remain a model student here, thus setting an inspiring example to follow! And so, with what might be unexpected diligence, he turns page after page, the tip of his pen scratching across paper, covering the sheets in neat (if somewhat odd-looking) handwriting.
Consequently, the look of concentration he wears is particularly intense, closer to scowling at the study materials in front of him — at least until he pauses for so-called furtive glances cast around rather conspicuously. Eating in the library is surely forbidden, and he knows better than to try his luck here, even with his unparalleled capacity for stealth, but how can anyone focus uninterrupted for hours on end on an empty stomach?!
All the same, despite such inconvenient obstacles, if anyone in the vicinity appears noticeably discouraged, Alice will eventually speak up. ]
...Trick questions would violate some kind of code... I'm sure of it. So it's simply a matter of facing each exam without any mental blocks...
c. music room (post-snowstorm)
[ Alice can't play a single instrument — it makes no difference whether or not they're all locked away out of reach. Standing beside the piano, he only lets his fingertips wander across a few keys, slowly, from left to right, without pressing down.
He does hum under his breath, just a brief sequence of notes that breaks off before long, leaving the song unfinished. ]
d. wildcard
[ Anything whatsoever for anyone willing to respond, and I'll gratefully roll with it, or I can write a tailored scene upon request. ]
( ooc: After considering this for a while, I thought I would give it a try before the door is shut, SO HERE GOES... )
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he's interested in him more than anything. it's why he picks up his books, his rubric, and migrates over to sit down next to the other quietly without making much noise. he appreciates the library too much to make any ruckus, and he rips off a sheet of paper, writing in blocky text before sliding it over to him. )
i'm your fairy godmother of hope.
i'm here to assist you in anyway possible!
don't show anyone this note, because only you can see me.
( which is a lie, actually, but could it be when no one was sitting at the table where komaeda was? he's not really engaged by many people, and so he thinks this little fib could be interesting. he laces his own fingers together as he looks to the other, and then towards the students he happened to have encouraged just a little, though they still seem a little worried. they acknowledge alice, and then look back down to their work, and oh, that's right. )
don't make loud noises in the library.
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And what is this supposed to mean, this strange note, an offer of help and an accusation in one?
In fact, Alice opens his mouth to reply and defend his honor, only to forfeit any right to assert that he hasn't made any noise that disturbs the sacred library peace and quiet — but it's hardly his fault! It's inevitable that hunger makes itself known audibly sooner or later, by means of the body's natural responses. Pressing his hand against his stomach does nothing, not even to muffle its demands slightly...
He purses his lips as he eyes the "fairy godmother" a moment longer, mulling over one claim in particular: this person is invisible to everyone else here, truly? How can that be, no matter how ghostly his appearance makes him look?
Finally, Alice takes up his pen to write out what he has to say. ]
You're awfully solid for a ghost, if that's what you mean. Are you saying that you're haunting me because I broke the library rules?
[ Could that really be possible, in a place like this...? No, it's a display of weird humor, right? ]
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komaeda bothers everyone, that, and he works partime here so if they really need anything from him, they can just ask..
his response is a good one, because there is an actual ghost in the library, it just isn't him. he'll probably get an earful from the ghost here soon, but he'll ignore that thought in favor of the slip of paper in front of him. komaeda does well not laughing, instead he smiles, circling "library rules," and then sliding the paper back over to him. yes, that's exactly why he's appeared, and why he's talking to him, oh no, not because he looks like an interesting individual that komaeda hasn't seen before. )
if you hadn't broken such an important rule, this wouldn't have happened.
now... if you don't trade something of value, you'll be cursed.
( the haunting isn't the only thing he'll have to worry about, and so he'll take the paper back once more, and then he writes a little more. )
but i can't take a starving soul from purgatory...
if you're hungry, we should remedy that and then i'll take your soul.
( slowly, he pushes his seat back, standing up properly as he glances down to where the other is sitting. he has this look in his eyes that's more of a "come on, get up," because he's not going to try and pull him... yet. )
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Again, Alice glances around, now a little more frantically, honestly perplexed that he was singled out for something that he can't just switch off at will. The other students haven't noticed anything, it seems... It's disconcerting — shouldn't at least a few people grow curious?
He must stay on his guard! His memories still feel so jumbled, difficult to separate into real and false, but the notion of purgatory has been established, hasn't it, among the school's many mysteries... In that case, should he pursue determining what all of this could be about?
Alice's gaze crosses the sheet of paper once more, and he sets the tip of his pen back against a free space there. ]
Who says that I'm hungry? I'm not interested in a last meal before giving up my soul. Don't take me for a
[ A fool, he means to point out to forestall any mistaken assumptions. Unfortunately, his stomach betrays him yet again — this is the worst timing...! Jolting visibly, Alice squeezes his pen between his fingers, leaving an unsightly scribble on the page instead of a finished sentence.
And then, as if that wasn't enough, an ominous sound marks the moment that the flimsy pen snaps. Ink oozes from the crack, trickling down Alice's palm, onto the piece of paper. ]
...Ah...
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now he's made a mess, but at least it's staying on the contents of the paper. he makes no move to take the pen from him, and instead he stares back up to meet the other's eyes. with his own writing utensil, )
i'll ignore your obvious lie, but to break the rule here a second time... now you have to come with me.
( he lifts is prosthetic arm to point towards the door of the library, pointing so that the other knows where to go. ink isn't bad, it's blood that they have to be careful about. finally, he decide to reach over to grab the tip of the pen he's crushed with his other hand, slowly trying to tug it from his grasp.
whether he's successful or not, it doesn't stop him from smiling at the other gently, he may be a "ghost" for now, but there's patience in his actions that's waiting for the other to move. other students around them don't even lift their head, too busy studying because of the upcoming practicum, and they're doing everything in their power to pass so that they don't have to take part.
he'll lower his prosthetic hand, reaching for his pen to add one final piece that might make this trip worth it. )
you can talk outside my domain.
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His eyes follow his smiling, silent conversation partner's outstretched arm. So they'll leave the library ghost's domain in a completely mundane manner, through the doors? The absurdity of it all keeps him from dwelling on the ghost topic, if nothing else.
He can't even tidy away these textbooks and study notes, since that might get ink all over them, too! That being said, maybe someone else would find them useful...
Relinquishing his ruined pen, Alice curls his ink-stained hand into a fist, holding it out of the way as he rises from his chair to head for the exit. A look thrown over his shoulder seeks the potential ghost — come to think of it, can a spirit bound to this library move beyond its walls?
One thing is a certainty: outside, talking at a normal volume is definitely allowed. ]
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[it's probably the question he expected to hear, coming from another section of the lockers, Helena adjusts the schoolbag on her shoulders, walking closer to the voice, the repeated slamming of the lockers, with the regular tapping of her cane as a quiet background to guide her path.]
Did you forget which one belongs to you? I'm certain this can all be sorted out.
[the presence that nears to him is a young woman, expression as concerned as one would expect from hearing someone in distress. her voice is sincere, since the stranger seems so upset. of course, it could always be that someone had gone and pilfered a locker's contents again like that one day...]
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At least she can't see him gape at her as he tries to take steadier breaths, to regain his composure and get his bearings — his gaze drops to her cane. If she's blind, her other senses must be sharper to compensate... All the commotion was probably unpleasant. ]
I... [ Is he all right? Honestly, he doesn't know how to answer that. ] Er... The locker? This one is mine... even though I'm not a high schooler anymore.
[ No matter what the tangle of memories rearranging themselves into new shapes inside his head still insists. ]
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Neither am I, but the trappings of this place are what they are. You must have just woken up then - don't worry, you're not on your own in thinking this is strange. It's difficult at first, when you start to remember.
[Helena could drop the weight of the full information on him, but she's not as tactless as some when it comes to dealing with new blood. instead, they can ease into it, and perhaps it will give him some comfort to know that he's far from the only person who has to deal with the absurdity of the whole situation.]
My name's Helena Adams, and despite the circumstances, it's nice to meet you, Mr...?
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[ It feels stupid to make himself an echo of what she says, and by the sound of it, this type of waking up isn't uncommon. Whatever it means, it's nothing like rising in the morning — it's closer to struggling to get out of bed on limbs weak and clumsy from a fever, assaulted by a headache and nausea and delirious images all at the same time.
Alice presses his fingers to his forehead, frown deepening as he catches sight of the marks on his wrist. One good thing is that he suddenly notices that he feels lighter. There were handcuffs, weren't there? Handcuffs, and a chain, an annoying weight... ]
Helena Adams...
[ No, he needs to cease this echoing — now it sounds as though he's answering that his name is also Helena Adams! Mr. Helena Adams! Fortunately, her calm approach gives him something to focus on, like making for a light glimmering beyond a veil of thick fog. ]
That is... thank you. I don't understand at all, but my composure is returning...
[ Not that he has fewer questions. For the moment, however, it's only fair to match her efforts not to neglect proper introductions, regardless of the outcome. ]
My name is... Alice Yabusame. You certainly sound accustomed to the circumstances, Helena Adams...
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[because someone had done the same for her, when she had come to consciousness frightened and unsure who to trust. she knows the exact feeling, and if she can guide someone through it, she will.]
...That said, there are more comfortable places to get your bearings, Mr. Yabusame. If you follow me, I can take you to one of them.
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c! TAKE TWO BC I MISREAD
Also, it's warm now that they've put the heater in to turn his homeroom into a greenhouse. It's pretty much the only heated area in the school... which is it's own factor in his decisions. It's on his way back that he hears faint humming among the multiple noises of the school. It sounds vaguely familiar, changing his path to follow it even as it stops.
He pokes his head around the door in small curiosity. It's -]
A-Alice!?
[He's not sure why he's surprised, he knows Alice died and could end up here, and he's not the only person from their game who's showed up since Shin himself did. But it's still strange to see him after six months. Would Shin have still recognized him without the hair? Strange to think...]
it's all good, i should have made alice offend people's ears with a requiem of awkward piano noises
He intends to leave soon enough, though winter break means too much time for too many thoughts, and the more he sifts through memories to put in order, the heavier their weight grows. Remembering nothing must have been the definition of blissful ignorance for everyone.
The sound of someone calling his name startles him into straightening up — if not before his fingers hit several piano keys at once, creating a discordant noise that ruins the music room's quiet. Worse, he fails to stifle some strange surprised exclamation of his own, snatching his hands away.
Alice draws back, turns to confirm what he heard, brow furrowed. That voice... It's one that he recognizes by now. ]
...Shin Tsukimi?
[ Purgatory no longer makes sense — Shin Tsukimi didn't suddenly die somewhere, did he? His AI, perhaps, but what of the man himself? ]
What in the world...? How are you attending this bizarre school?
the Yogen Samurai Yaiba comeback tour
W-who? Never heard of him. It's Sou Hiyori, here.
[This is... Shin has the uncharitable impression of Alice as someone who'll just loudly blurt things out, and while there's been a slow erosion of the sense of the need for the name's shield (the revelation of balancing... and that some people do know and he's not dead yet) it's become ingrained at this point. When did he start answering completely naturally to 'Sou', such that hearing his own name feels strange?
...Surely 'Gonbee Yamada' isn't going to throw stones in this glass house, is the pointed thing he's trying to convey with his eyes as he says it. Even under hearing the name, his mind's whirring, because... didn't Alice die before he could even learn it? Did Sara tell him here? Or... but there's no evidence for that.]
Ahaha, same reason as you, I imagine... It's a long story.
[He doesn't know that Alice already knows about the purgatory thing... stepping lightly while he feels that one out. Speaking of revelations, it's also. A little strange, having the knowledge that Alice killed the actual Sou Hiyori in the back of his mind while speaking to him now; he never said anything the entire time? (Shin you missed it because you were in the 'bathroom'.)]
the worst RECOless tour
Well, it's his business, and none of Alice's. Shin Tsukimi simply remains someone difficult to understand, unless it's another case of desperation, and resorting to familiar tactics reassures him. ]
Very well... Sou Hiyori.
[ So Alice says, albeit reluctantly, thus agreeing never to utter the man's real name again, though distaste undeniably turns Sou Hiyori into something that could have been an insult instead. Even before, when that name was the only one to use, it quickly became the source of too much to question. ]
You could easily take a leaf out of my book, but do as you wish.
[ Using an alias may be a good idea in certain situations, he knows that. Frown still in place, pensive, he crosses his arms. ]
At any rate, you're surprisingly calm...
[ For a man who was desperate to escape his awful fate, at least until he seemed no less desperate to protect someone who truly should have survived.
"Same reason as you" — what does that imply? That the likes of them deserve to be here, whereas good people like Reko and Nao Egokoro don't?
And Kanna Kizuchi, of course. ]
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[That's definitely the inflection of someone who's met Midori, the true self under the smile; Sara and Ranger have that same (strangely or not so strangely gratifying to hear) distaste. Under what circumstances, Shin has no idea. The only point of contact he knows of for sure, thanks to Sara is... the contracts. But with his ability to erase memory... can he even do that from the grave?]
It'd be too late to change it now. It's not like you gave yours so freely, yourself...
[It's what near-everyone here knows him as. The airiness of it stings, just a little. They were both backed against the wall in main games; Sara sure has a digging curiosity and way of pulling things out into the light.]
Me? Not calm? ... I'm being mean, though, aren't I? It's been six months since I arrived. Plenty of time to get used to things...
[The school in general, since that's what he thinks Alice is referring to, although some things he doesn't want to get used to if it would mean becoming complacent about them. He'd taken the revelation they're all dead easier than most... Because he'd remembered said awful fate on arrival, freaked out at Sara about it. It helps that even if this is the afterlife, he still exists. If being a bad person is the requirement, then Joe wouldn't be here in Shin's mind... although Joe himself would argue otherwise.]
Time does strange things here, ahaha. Have you been given the run down yet?
[He's assuming Alice is a little newer than he actually is, having been extremely stressed and busy all month. His habit of checking the roster frequently was one of many that fell by the wayside.]
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a - OH HELLO long time no see!!!
He pulls open a locker a couple spaces down from where Alice is hanging onto his own, looking inside of it without much interest. It's not his, but if there's anything of interest he might go ahead and steal the contents. For now though, it just acts as a convenient distraction. ]
Nurse's office isn't too far from here if you're feeling dizzy.
[ He glances to the side, waiting to see what reaction he'll get. For now he's just testing the waters. ]
LIKEWISE HELLO!!
(Wasn't he there not long ago?)
He turns his head over his shoulder, trying to right himself and focus on the person addressing him while he makes an unfortunate scene in this strip of locker aisle, but something else worms its way between the rest of the mess flooding his mind, lodged there like a splinter: where has he heard this voice before..? The tone strikes him as off, and yet—
The sight of the face to match to that voice is the last straw.
It's annoying enough that he can't loosen the uniform's tie, or it feels that way, too tight to breathe, but on top of that, Alice's legs do give out then, sending him toppling to the floor. There, he tilts his head back, against the locker behind him.
No matter how many times he blinks, nothing before his eyes changes. ]
What is this, even...?
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He lets out a small sigh instead, shaking his head as he stares down at Alice on the floor. ]
It's a high school. I'll answer the obvious one for now: It's messed up, and the way you're feeling is normal.
[ He had been able to make sense and orientate himself without as much issue, but he was far from normal. It was just the nature of an AI, and it must have helped that he didn't run into any familiar faces before then. ]
... Can you stand?
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amami's gaze flickers up, and he'll throw a glance over his shoulder to make sure it's really him being spoken to. there's nobody else though, so he flashes a grin that looks almost equal parts apologetic and amused. )
Oh yeah? Seems like you're pretty familiar with the school code.
( it doesn't sound like too bad of an approach though, and tests have never been amami's strong suit, so... )
Alright, I'm listening. How should I go about removing those mental blocks?
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Returning the smile, he leans back in his seat, in part to buy himself a few moments' time to collect his thoughts. The topic at hand is important, and therefore it's vital to handle it carefully! ]
You could say that I know such oppressive environments well... Even those in charge need to abide by certain rules, or everything would absolutely fall apart and go nowhere.
[ Hmm... Alice rubs his chin before he attempts to peer across the table at the other student's study materials. ]
Have you noticed any pattern in your mental blocks?
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Let's see... I'll be honest, physics is kind of a big one. ( there's a sheepish smile to go along with the words, and a bit of a laugh to follow. )
Haha, they might not be trick questions, but it sure feels like it sometimes from the way they're phrased.
( the velocity of a wheel with a radius of something and a friction whatever on top — it's a mess, is the point. a mess, and on top of that, amami does not care about his classes that much in the first place, and has not in a very long time. it's only the imminent threat of death hanging over his head that has him out here with textbooks at all, and the photo books that were found for him earlier on are still tempting him with every formula he has to read. )
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