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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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[ Not only does nothing make sense, it increasingly makes a negative amount of sense! Alice presses his hand against his forehead. It's as if his brain is rearranging itself with every word, made up of too many fragments to piece together, old and new. Some went missing, dusty now that he's found them — that's how it feels.
The Room of Lies... But that wasn't months ago. It's strange to remember forgetting, choosing to forget. Was it the lantern, Alice wonders through the haze, or...? ]
And when we escape...?
[ Ranger hasn't been laughing at him, another strange thing to note, but why would any of them ever trust this doll? ]
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Well, I've got no where else to go, so this is the final destination. Time doesn't make a lot of sense here.
[ He'll pass on the whole reincarnation shtick if he can help it, but he doesn't have anywhere to go back to either. His eyes flit to the side, a little uncomfortable with the implications of that. The moment passes quickly.
There's no laughter, though his tone is light and airy. It's easy to fall back on that old act even now, and the role of a Floormaster comes naturally to him. It makes it easier at times like this, when he might otherwise have to confront the bitter reminder of how quickly he'd been tossed aside. ]
Well! If you think I'm pulling your leg, you can ask Sara and Shin. Those two are around here too, been here longer than I have. Freaky, right?
[ Since he died before them and all. ]
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And the rapid volley of mind-boggling information to take in doesn't cease, one blithely delivered blow after another to leave Alice reeling with no time to recover. For a moment, he simply stares past his hand at Ranger. ]
Sara Chidouin and Shin Tsukimi... but I saw them...
[ Something feels off yet again about the way that Ranger mentions those two — the doll hasn't referred to any of them as bastards. That, and it's freaky indeed to think that it's somehow possible for Ranger's claims to be true, every single one of them.
By now, frowning itself is beginning to hurt. ]
No one else was brought here?
[ Why only the three of them and Ranger? ]
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That's the million dollar question. Joe's here two. It was those two first, then me, that kid, and now you.
[ The card flips to the ice cream cone. He bumps his hand against his side idly. They've been fortunate so far, he supposes, that no one worse has shown up. It seems like it's just a matter of time before another member of ASUNARO does, though, and he's not certain how to feel about that. It's a little lonely, but it's a bit of a relief too. ]
There's probably no reason for it 'cept for luck. But hey, at least we don't have any other ASUNARO reps here, ahaha.
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At length, Alice lowers his hand. He continues to eye Ranger with stubborn wariness, but it's become more subdued, if only because he's at an utter loss of what to make of any of this. ]
Luck...
[ He can't settle for that. No one even believes that it's good luck, do they? ]
Then... you're telling me these things because you seek a truce?
[ He and Ranger are agreed on one point: they absolutely don't need certain other members of that organization to make an appearance. ]
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Right. I've already got one with the rest of 'em. Not gonna get much done around here if we're busy with infighting.
[ Though granted, it hadn't been strictly necessary with Joe in the same way as the other two, but all the same they had an agreement. ]
So, whatchya say?
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Alice takes a deep breath, in and out, and another. He must regain his composure.
Finally, he nods in turn, a quick jerk of his head up and down. ]
...We have no other choice.