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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.
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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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just a little closer to the door, and knowing that he has ink on his hand, komaeda doesn't think to remove himself off the other to open the door. rather, just his luck that someone else is passing through, pushing the door forward, and taking a step to the side so that they both can walk through. as soon as they're standing in the hall, he finally removes his hands. )
Right.
( he points in the direction towards the bathroom and vending machines, it's like killing two bird with one stones. a quick look at the ink that coats his palm, )
I'm stuck with you until you can expel me, so hurry... the quicker you do this, the sooner I can take your soul! Ahaha, this is pretty fun!
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It's enough to silence any protest that it's unnecessary to push him, and he reconsiders pulling away for fear that it would be unwise to do anything else that really could invite someone's wrath. Nevertheless, as soon as the chilly touch is gone, he edges back a few steps to get himself out of reach, taking a deeper breath. With his ink-coated hand, he points at the impatient library ghost. ]
Why should I do anything, if you truly intend to take my soul?! Didn't you mention trading something of value instead...? Why don't you unburden your soul to find peace?
[ What part of this is fun?! He isn't sure whether he's being saved or punished, now that they're between the bathroom and the vending machines. ]
Besides, if you're stuck haunting me, at least do it properly, please and thank you! It's confusing to let me wash my hands and eat, you know!
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( because there's no way for him to remove the other, that's not his job, komaeda's just as trapped as he is in the confinements of this place. why doesn't he admit to that already, well, it's always fun to mess around with new faces, because he'll find out soon enough — there's always somebody that will warn a person about komaeda, and then he'll be judged, maybe even pushed away. he's used to it. )
Anyway, this isn't about me! I'm not a selfish ghost, I told you I'm your fairy godmother of hope, and if you're able to do three hopeful deeds... then I won't take your soul!
( hope is such a beautiful concept, and he wonders if this person can pass it to others. he did try to encourage the students within the library, so maybe there's hope for him yet. if he can enable someone to prompt others into action, giving them reason to go forward without stopping in their tracks; rally those who are afraid of the consequences of their actions, and take part in those fears together to overcome then... then that's good. there needs to be more people who can instill that courage into others, create that hope that there's something far greater at the end of all of this.
he claps his own hands together, and he bounces from left to right with the bang of his hair tickling along the bridge of his nose. )
Now, now... are you going to wash your hands or what? Or do you need help doing that, I hope not...
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With every word out of his mouth, the fairy godmother of hope seems more and more dubious. Thinking on it, Alice realizes that the mix of odd playfulness and creepy talk reminds him uncomfortably of a loathsome fiend of a man, someone deriving twisted amusement from despicable things. But he shouldn't jump to such conclusions... Comparing anyone to that man isn't fair, least of all when he doesn't have a full picture of what's going on yet.
With a sigh, Alice turns to make his way to the bathroom, crossing that short distance in a couple of brisk strides. He supposes he won't have any privacy there now, but he only needs to scrub his palm and fingers clean. ]
Obviously I can wash my own hands... Are you going to explain yourself, if you're a helpful fairy godmother? What do you even mean, hopeful deeds?
[ Hope is essential, of course... It lets people move forward instead of giving up. ]
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( he claps his hands as he follows alice into the bathroom, he's annoying enough to stand behind him, peeking over his right shoulder; then his left. if he's too close, he'll take a step back to keep himself from getting hit just in case the other doesn't like the close proximity. after a few moments, he crosses his arms as he hums in thought thinking of how to best explain. )
Being able to support others, give them that agency so they don't feel alone, and that way the masses can join hands! Hope is sweet and innocent, filled with dreams and desires! This is purgatory, some have lost that will... if you can help three, I have no reason to pluck your soul away.
( because he's doing well in helping others, but he doesn't want the other to just fix everyone's problems, no. he'll dock him points if that's the case! )
Can you do it? It has to be hopeful, I won't accept anything less! I can sense hope and I can sense despair, so don't fail me.
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