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yogen2022-01-27 10:58 pm
shimashima) wrote in yogen2022-01-27 10:58 pm
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(open) alice in yogen...land
Who: Alice and anyone!
What: Awakening + some post-arrival catch-all content for variety (library studying efforts; music room moment of silence; attempting to carry out his "three hopeful deeds" quest; testing whether he can bathe without summoning his fairy godmother at awkward times or prove that it was all a prank after all).
When: Late January and probably early February.
Where: First floor hallways and locker area; library; music room; dorm building common room and bathrooms; anywhere you want to run into him to aid his mission.
Warnings: YTTD spoilers and discussions of death in some threads.
a. first floor — counselor's office to lockers: awakening
b. library: totally blending in
c. music room: reko was better at this
d. dormitory common room, various locations: three hopeful deeds
e. dormitory hallways and bathrooms: haunting
What: Awakening + some post-arrival catch-all content for variety (library studying efforts; music room moment of silence; attempting to carry out his "three hopeful deeds" quest; testing whether he can bathe without summoning his fairy godmother at awkward times or prove that it was all a prank after all).
When: Late January and probably early February.
Where: First floor hallways and locker area; library; music room; dorm building common room and bathrooms; anywhere you want to run into him to aid his mission.
Warnings: YTTD spoilers and discussions of death in some threads.
a. first floor — counselor's office to lockers: awakening
[ Alice blinks, shaking his head as he catches himself against the doorway. The fog hampering him barely lifts; something feels off, but it slips through his fingers as soon as he pursues it. Finding a mysterious surprise in one pocket is just as perplexing — 35.4 N, 138.6 E... Whose writing is this, and why is the note in his possession? Since when...?
The answers don't come. They definitely aren't written on the walls, or the floor, or anyone's face. For now, Alice folds the scrap of paper back into a small square to store in his locker — it's possible that he simply needs to get some rest, out of sorts, he decides.
Upon reaching the correct row of lockers, entering the combination for his own, he hovers there too long, abruptly gripping the edge of the locker's 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.
This, all of this— What in the world is he doing here, classes to attend on his mind, 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: totally blending in
[ The spectre of finals week may have been vanquished for the time being, but this is still a school, and the start of another semester heralds the inexorable approach of further torment. Not only that, but if the rumors are to be believed, this particular school's methods are plainly insane, the biggest yikes imaginable! It's like a death game, culling students so cruelly...
As tempting as it must be for everyone to hide from it all (right?), they have no choice but to prepare in advance for whatever else lies in store.
Alice, for his part, is seated at a table in the library, textbooks and pages of notes laid out before him. A model prisoner elsewhere, it should be a piece of cake to mold himself into a model student here, thanks to the completed high school experience under his belt, thus setting an inspiring example to follow — it's the least he can do now. 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 to be noticeably discouraged in the face of their schoolwork today, 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 studying regularly, and paying attention in class, in order to face future exams without any mental blocks... Perhaps that's the key to avoiding a terrible fate.
c. music room: reko was better at this
[ Why come here, of all places?
Alice can't play a single instrument — it makes no difference whether or not most are locked away out of reach. Even so, once he's approached the piano, he lingers there awhile, though 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. dormitory common room, various locations: three hopeful deeds
[ Support others, lift their spirits by returning hope to their despairing hearts... What a task he's been handed! Honestly, there's a part of him that thinks this is purely for his peculiar fairy godmother's entertainment. He's rather out of practice when it comes to spending so much time around others, for one — unless this school counts, hazily, and the Death Game before it — and no one seems especially inclined to regard him as a beacon of hope.
(Did his words dispel Ranmaru Kageyama's despair, that time...?)
Nevertheless, unwilling to risk something dreadful if the entire thing is true, Alice is taking his quest seriously indeed. Around the school grounds, on each floor and from rooftop to courtyard, he stays on the lookout for anyone who might fit the description of someone who has lost the will to go on.
In the dormitory building's common room, however, while he tries to surreptitiously keep up his watchful observing from a free seat, the disturbing decor remains distracting. This feels horribly familiar, too, all these paintings on the walls. ]
As if one art gallery like this wasn't enough...
e. dormitory hallways and bathrooms: haunting
[ Since human bodies continue to function as they did in life outside of this bizarre purgatory, it would be completely disgusting to have no access to running water, and so forth. Daily showers are as necessary as ever!
But with a ghostly presence lurking about, how is a man to bathe in peace?! Said ghost could appear at any moment, and if it wasn't a lie that no one else can see him, reacting aloud would arouse suspicion...
Alert, Alice does his best to tiptoe through the hallways, and to flatten himself against the walls without touching any of the paintings. It's a race against time — he can't hold his breath much longer to stay silent as he creeps towards the nearest bathroom! ]
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[A small girl says from behind, speaking innocently but seeming to be unbothered by them.]
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The thought pulls the corners of Alice's mouth into a frown until he remembers that the girl voiced a comment of her own. ]
...Indeed. Whose idea was it to decorate the building like this? It's as if they plan to give everyone nightmares!
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[She makes her usual playful sound in agreement, although there isn't a single shred of distaste in her expression.]
I don't know, sir, but it almost feels like a silly prank. Except the prank lasts all year round.
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Alice shoots the paintings another reproachful look. ]
What an awful sense of humor, if it's supposed to be a prank... It's in such poor taste!
[ He can't be the only one to think so, which must mean that it's utterly futile to complain or try to have them replaced with something less unpleasant. Forced to let it go, Alice sighs. In any case, he should behave as a mature upperclassman ought to behave (never mind that he's apparently a second year student)! ]
...Do you mean to say that you've spent a year at this school?
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[Just gotta walk past them and head to the dorm room. Her shoulders slump a little bit and she finds herself sighing heavily. ]
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Alice rubs the back of his neck. Then he shuffles a couple of steps to the left, blocking the girl's view of at least one painting. ]
So... other than the decor, all is well?
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[She pouts, sighing heavily.]
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Wh... What do you mean?! What happened to them...?
[ It can't be that it's possible to simply drop dead around here! ]
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[That isn't spoken in her usual, chipper tone. The three words are spoken monotonously as if she's simply stating a simple fact.]
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...This building must be safe... After all, there are often many people about. That means plenty of witnesses to spot any killer on the loose!
[ That doesn't change what happened, but the girl might feel reassured, if only to some degree? Falling silent, Alice studies her expression. ]
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[She's quiet when she raises her head; the light in her eyes isn't as there as it should.]
It's true that it wasn't in the dorms. And it happened in the evening, I think, sir. It is probably safer here than in the school... but all of the sound goes out at night.
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It's as the Fairy Godmother of Hope Komaeda said...
Alice's hands curl into fists, but he makes an effort to keep his tone calm and reassuring, with some difficulty. ]
...You don't need to move around alone, do you? That is, everyone should have a trusted person with them at all times, from now on...!
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[Not that she's saying she trusts Satou, but the other girl has been kind to her so far.]
And I'm usually around other people during classes, and after school most of the time, too.
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[ At that, the set of Alice's shoulders relaxes. He lets his hands uncurl, crossing his arms instead. What he contemplates now isn't necessary to offer, since this girl already has other people she knows, whereas he's a stranger, but still, he's an adult... ]
Should there ever be no one available, er... you may seek me out — Alice Yabusame.
[ Though it's obviously unlikely! ]
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[She does a polite curtsy as she says those words, her lips curving into a soft smile.]
My name is Furude Rika, by the way. It's nice to meet you.
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Likewise, Furude Rika! Frightening circumstances aside...