JANUARY EVENT LOG

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00:00 01/01

✽ At the stoke of midnight, something shatters on the ground floor in front of the bulletin board, and the entire school goes dark: all electricity gets shut off, all flames are snuffed out, and the sky is heavily overcast to hide the moon and the stars. The only source of light are the suncatchers purchased from the student store, but even those fully charged will start to dim and go out over the next three days.
✽ Nene, Hinata, Noah, Amami, and Komaeda will smell something burning, and if they pull out their PDAs, it is hot to the touch and the casing is cracked, like something had blown from the inside, and their PDAs will not be working. For everybody else, the screen flickers when they press their thumb to their PDAs, and then goes dark again. ...
✽ If anybody was inside the main school building at midnight, I am so sorry, and for everybody else who enters the building afterwards, please watch your step. The appearance and atmosphere of the school has changed to that of the "void school" and can not be reverted upon breaking a mirror. Please refer to the aforementioned link for details about the school.
✽ As of midnight, no npcs can be found inside the school, including the library ghost, the gardener, and the cats. If a character were near an npc at midnight, it would appear as if they'd disappeared into the shadows the moment the world went dark.

??? whenever you guys solve the void

✽ 01/10 marks the beginning of the final semester, and when npc students and faculty will return to school. Of the ~260 npc students enrolled at the start of December, only ~40 npc students return to school, with the other three quarters having their names crossed off the class roster in the locker area. In light of the rapidly shrinking student body, homerooms will be consolidated by year, creating a single class for each of the first, second, and third years.
✽ The countdown in front of the bulletin board has reached zero, and the glass tube appears to have shattered and bled out onto the floor, to nobody's surprise. The mess will be cleaned up by the end of the week, and in its place is a notice for the school trip taking place next month. Please see the toplevel below for more details.
✽ The science lab is now open. Add will probably elbow people out of the way getting here, but he gets dibs on the anatomical model: it is warm to the touch, and rather than being made of plastic, the skin, muscle, bones, other organs feel very much real. He thinks they might be. The rest of the room is set up like a typical research lab, with all the basic chemicals and equipment: a refrigerator, liquid nitrogen storage tank, sonicator, incubator, autoclave, laminar flow cabinet, mass spectrometer, and a high performance liquid chromatography system.
✽ It snows on and off and the sky remains overcast with no sign of the sun all month.

OOC

✽ Please give the temporary locations page a thorough read! The most noticeable changes aside from the usual void school appearance is the scattered void, lack of electricity in both the school and the dorm, and the ability to walk off campus. The setting will remain as is until the characters figure out how to revert the change, or on 01/10, whichever comes first.
✽ PDAs will be inoperable until fixed. Tech-savvy characters may realize that the PDAs are powered through inductive charging, and the first step to getting them (also electrical appliances and hot water) to work again is to locate the generator.
✽ All npcs will be ICly unavailable until we unvoid the school.

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[silentabyss]

[It sure is Noah with pancakes! He offers an awkward smile and a wave before the door slams on his foot, which he smartly (dumbly) had put between the door and frame before Add could close it all the way. Still—]

Ow— Hey— I made you pancakes.

[Noah please learn when to give up on others thanks]

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[Luckily, Add still isn't that strong so it's not like he's slamming that hard... but he's still going to keep leaning on the door, hoping Noah will give up.]

What do you want? [flatly, accusatory, because there needs to be something Noah wants out of this—some kind of explanation where Add is right about everything and Noah still hates him, because anything less than that is completely unacceptable. he doesn't want to think about it.] Make it quick, or I'll remove you myself.

[silentabyss]

[Add please, Noah doesn't want to force his way into the room and throw you.]

It's your birthday, isn't it...? I made you pancakes. ...as an offer of friendship. Again.

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... I don't want your pity pancakes.

[there's a quiet crackle of something brittle being pressed against the door, a reminder to Add that he really shouldn't be considering use of his powers in his current state... but his physical strength alone isn't enough to force Noah out. this is the best he can manage, and his strength is already waning. he can't win.

... he really can't. he missed his chance, and now he's being set up for another round of disappointment. he scoffs, staring down at the floor. he's definitely not sulking...]

Satisfaction over being the better person... if that's all this is to you, don't waste my time. I'm not stupid.

[silentabyss]

What? I'm trying to be nice to you. Since... you know.

["Since you killed me twice" isn't something Noah wants to say. More like "since we got in that fight" or "those two fights" or anything like that. He doesn't barge in further, but stands there awkwardly, insistently, just take the fucking pancakes—]

I don't pity you, and I don't want to get... satisfaction over being a better person, or whatever. I just want to make amends, and I figured since it was your birthday that you might want something nicer than just... you know... void.

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Maybe I like the void. Why wouldn't I want to be here? [he doesn't, it's cold and there's no snacks here and not nearly enough cool robots for him to tinker with, the void is only good when he can come and go as he pleases...

he's still not taking the pancakes. his pride won't allow it.]

Make amends... doesn't make sense. I'm the one that attacked you. Do I need to kill you a third time to prove my point...?

[he wasn't possessed, wasn't forced against his will... everything he did that day was by his own choice. why would anyone want to make amends, after that? if anything... shouldn't he be the one apologizing? if anyone here acted in the wrong...

but even then, he can't apologize. not just because he's too prideful, but... how can he expect anyone to accept that apology? it's not like he'll be any better of a person for it.

he can't apologize. he can't make amends, because that would mean more disappointment, more rejection, assuming Noah is even being honest right now. he can't accept that possibility, can't make himself vulnerable. it's better if they just stay like they were, never speaking to each other...]

[silentabyss]

[Noah really isn't sure what to say — to his credit, he never is. Actions always speak louder than words for him, which is why he has this stack of now-cold pancakes that he's desperately trying to give to Add. A rejected offer of friendship, and now he's standing with his foot in the door, stuck in the hallway, not knowing what to do or say because why can't you just accept the well-wishes? It's the most frustrated Noah's ever been in his life, and Noah hangs out with Komaeda of all people.]

I punched you in the nose first, though.

[He offers a very weak smile.]

I know that was uncalled for, [even though Add provoked him into it, but Noah knows he needs to stop answering problems with violence anyway,] so I'm... sorry. If you don't want to be friends, I get it, but...

[But he'll make the Face 🥺 and be Sad]

I still want to at least celebrate your birthday.

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... Why are you like this?

[there's frustration in his voice. he wants to be angrier, why do people insist on trying to befriend him, how can he make them stop? but mostly he's confused by it, wary... he doesn't know how to respond. how could what he's already done still not be enough? is it really just a trick to mess with him? would Noah do that?

the reason he and Noah are incompatible is because Noah is inherently a good person... if that's the case, wouldn't it be out of character for him to go this far to put Add down? so, that can't be it, but if it's not...]

You... really are just like them. That's why...

[he had to leave—because if he didn't, he'd be just like that him in the elevator. wasting away in a dead-end future, living with all his mistakes... a selfish, undeserved happiness. mother would still be dead, the worlds he'd ruined would remain ruined, nothing would change at all.

how is he supposed to explain? reality is wrong, he needs to fix it. there can't be a good ending if he still exists in his current form, in a time or place where he can be with everyone.

he doesn't know what to do, so he just... gives up, lets his words trail off into awkward silence. if Noah really wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to force his way into the room—that threat of removing him by force is as empty as the void right now. Add just stares at the floor, sulking silently.]

[silentabyss]

...'cause, [Noah begins, very softly,] you're kind of like me. You think you don't deserve to be loved, right?

[It's something that's easy to see through, at least it is now, after Noah spent ages crying and lamenting that he deserved nothing while hoping he'd get everything, after breaking down and trying to steer clear of others lest they suffer from his "curse". A "curse" that doesn't exist, something that he only finally began to recognize as true after Nanami held him and told him he can't control the world.

Maybe last year, Noah wouldn't have been wise enough — wouldn't have grown enough — to recognize the signs.]

I was like that, too. It's... um... it sucks. Being alone. Especially on your birthday. I'll leave you alone if you want after this, but at least take the pancakes. They're chocolate chip.

[You know, Noah's apparent favourite food.]

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[For a long time he doesn't say anything. He lets Noah speak. The pancakes steadily grow colder. It's hard to tell if he's listening, or just shutting it all out...]

... it's more complicated than that. [softly, almost inaudibly, like he doesn't want himself to hear. and for a moment it looks like he wants to say more, but his throat seizes and his mouth clamps shut and that's as far as he can get—it's complicated, he's not ready talk, maybe he never will be.

but... he's taken small steps. maybe, someday...

for now, though, he reminds himself to breathe, exhaling slowly as he tries to collect himself. focus. don't break down over a stupid thing like pancakes.

silently, Add takes a step back to open the door. he'll (finally) take the plate of pancakes. try not to mind the two missing fingers on his right hand, it's fine they'll grow back.]

[silentabyss]

[Noah immediately notices and minds the two missing fingers but he doesn't say anything because, you know, one thing at a time.

There's a fork and butter knife on the plate too, off to the side, and as the plate is taken Noah can't help but say something about the silverware and to be careful. It's barely there, but he manages a little smile. This is a step in the right direction. A step to fixing whatever the hell happened to them.]

...I hope you like them. Happy birthday, again. I hope... um. I hope this helps make your day good.

[Noah, inwardly after saying that: why am I so socially awkward what the f—]

I'll leave you alone now, if you want me to.

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[he keeps his head down, refusing to look up at Noah once he accepts the heartfelt gift... but he does offer a small nod, at least to show that he's heard what was said, willing his body not to shake in this moment.

... the nod might also be to leave him alone? it's not really what he's thinking, initially, but it'd be even more awkward to try and tell Noah he can stay afterwards, so uhhh.]

... thank you. And... sorry.

[and then Add backs up into his room again, and slowly... closes the door... like, if Noah will let him, this time... bye.

they're both just like this. it's fine, he's gonna sit down and eat his birthday pancakes and maybe cry a little.]