how have we not had a proper meeting since OCTOBER

[subtract]

Who: Everyone
When: January 10th, after 6PM
What: it's finally time for another FAMILY MEETING aka info sharing and yelling at eachother session, come and discuss recent discoveries & upcoming plots
Warnings: if there isn't at least ONE attempted murder, is it really a fam meet?

[It's the first day of the last semester, and sometime around lunch a note is slipped into everyone's lockers, as well as posted up in various common areas of the dormitories. In neat, printer-perfect text:]

Transfer Student Meeting
Dormitory Common Room @ 6:15 PM
Don't be late.
[... and that's all anyone gets until the agreed upon time, unless anyone wants to show up early and help Add set up.

Add himself is looking tall & fragment-y today, and by 6:15 PM exactly the whiteboard (that we stole and I assume never gave back because fuck the rules) is at the front of the room with a list of topics to cover. There's extra space left at the bottom for more to be added. His two dynamos are hovering at around shoulder-level by the main entrance, offering a friendly beep! to everyone who enters while they take attendance.

There is also the science room's Add's anatomical model standing next to the whiteboard. It's just standing there and looking creepy... it's fine, don't worry about it.

Once everyone arrives, Add goes over the rules—which are pretty simple, because Add doesn't give a shit.]

Let's try to keep this concise and tolerable. Stay on topic, and speak up if you have something useful to contribute. Take your fights outside if you want to kill someone. Failure to abide by these terms will result in removal from the room.

Like it or not... information is key to surviving this place, so working together as a group is the optimal strategy. Some of you will be "graduating" soon, and we still barely know what that entails. I'm not interested in letting this school dictate my future and neither should any of you, and I don't care if you want to find your own method of escape, but pooling our information will prevent wasted time and effort on dead-ends. If you don't agree with that, you can leave and figure it out by yourself.

We've made it this far, starting from practically nothing. Life or death, return or reincarnation... none of that matters because nothing is an impossibility. What matters is that we leave on our terms. Don't settle for less because you think it's too difficult. We will find a way out of this school.




((~FAMILY MEETING OOC RULES~
- this is a mingle!! feel free to start your own toplevels and threadjack into any ongoing discussions.
- off topic threads (like characters just chatting or bringing snacks or whatever) is allowed, but try to keep it contained. this is for sharing info both IC and OOC, so try to think of future-us sometimes and don't leave 38473645 unnecessary shitpost toplevels people will have to scroll past to find the one bit of plot info they needed or w/e
- if you're starting a new discussion topic, please put something in the subject line to make it easier to find! you can also ping/PM me to have it added/linked in the Official™ topic list below.
- if a new discussion topic comes up in the middle of an existing discussion, please consider giving it a fresh toplevel so it's easier to find!
- IC chaos/disruptions are allowed, but expect appropriate IC consequences. Add is a shitty meeting host and has not banned hangman or murders but like, he can manipulate gravity to throw someone out a window, this is exactly what will happen if anyone starts to annoy him.
- priority to sharing plot info should go to whoever discovered it, so please be considerate of others and ask before sharing something another character has been investigating!))

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[commences]

( okay, he's slipping out the box to pull himself out of all the things that he's covered in. once up, he'll walk over to where ranger is sitting, taking his laptop from him as he's clicking — he probably gets a blank stare because of what he did, but komaeda blinks twice, smiles, and then turns around as he exits the room.

he'll run to star 4, grabbing his mp3 player so that he can meet kaede in the music room in seven minutes; he has what he needs as he enters. )

Akamatsu-san, I'm here.

[heroicpolonaise]

[she's already sat at the piano, and turns with a pleased smile that he really did know what she meant to do -- a pianist can only do so much, offer so much, but thankfully these pieces have always held memories for her. not just those either, but feelings she'd like to pass on to kazuki and anyone who digs it up next. especially since she's never met them and may never in the latter's case.]

Thanks for coming, Komaeda-kun. It won't take long, I promise, I already know what I'm gonna play.

[it didn't take much thought, after all.]

[commences]

Thank you for allowing me to be of assistance, I can't do much, but...

( he's setting ranger's laptop on a desk nearby, loading it up as he searches for the media player, and the recorder that's on it. he does the same with the mp3, pulling up the option that he can record on with a few taps of his fingers. it's not too hard to understand what kaede wants when she uses certain terms, and this may be her only way to give something to the box in bringing kazuki back.

ah... those who have such spectacular talents can do this, if only komaeda's was capable of something; but he's unable to find what would be good enough to put inside the box. well, there's no need to cry over spilled milk. )

Ah! What song are you going to play? May I know in advance, or will I have to wait? I know any composition done by your hands will be stunning.

( finding a seat, he'll cross his legs with the mp3 held up high, shaking it, and he'll click it which means whatever she says will be recorded, but everyone has a little talk towards a build-up right? )

[heroicpolonaise]

What you're doing for me is more than enough, Komaeda-kun. I mean it.

[that's after he starts recording, thankfully, and kaede's smile turns softer. talking about her pieces is something she's familiar with, given she's accepted awards and wins -- and it's clear in how she speaks, bright and warm and passionate about what she does.]

My name is Akamatsu Kaede. The piece I'm going to play is one near and dear to my heart. It's kept me company ever since I learned it when I was younger, though it isn't one that someone might expect me to favor -- Frederic Chopin's Op. 28, Number 15: Raindrop Prelude. I hope you'll enjoy the imagery of rain it brings, and that it'll soothe your heart as it's always done for mine.

[...

there's no crowd, just komaeda, so it isn't as if she's nervous. but she still closes her eyes and thinks of smiling faces, of the serenity that comes with sound, and lifts her hands to the keys and begins to play.]

[commences]

( with the mp3 in hand, he'll walk over to place it on top of the piano as she plays. the laptop is turned towards her, recording every moment as komaeda makes sure to stay out the way.

he's always loved ultimate's talents, and so he loves kaede's perfected copy of this song too. it's refreshing, when he breathes in, he can tell from the earthy smell that it's pure, and clean, much like the lack of hesitation in kaede's form. watching her play, seeing no hiccups to dirty this piece, it's enough to make komaeda smile.

should he even be here right now having this chance?

out of sight, out of mind as he sits away, but close enough to watch. on the floor, but listening all the while to immerse himself in kaede's reality. it reminds him of when he was young, and his parents would take him to operas and the like — it's soothing, comforting even. just this time, he has no one to look up to beside him to see if they're enjoying what he's listening just as much as him. )

[heroicpolonaise]

[she hopes whoever listens to this in the future, whether it's a classmate of hers or someone else entirely, can feel as relaxed as she does playing it. she hopes it brings them comfort, a moment of solace, a second of peace in a school that isn't ideal to those "waking" -- that they find friends whom to confide in, and reasons to smile. kaede instills these wishes into each note, each press of the key and pedal at her feet, and as it draws off to an end she'll look over to komaeda with a smile and a nod.]

[rearranger]

[ he's going to find that cd you burned using it and break it later. ]

[commences]

[rearranger]

[ HELP NOT THAT EMOTE......... sigh fine, it's really funny so his luck proced. He actually just got a blank stare as expected, followed by a heavy sigh as Komaeda runs off with his laptop. He gets to do this exactly one time without getting a reminder that his partner is still an ASUNARO product.

Better make it quick. ]