MARCH EVENT LOG

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00:00 03/01

At midnight on March 1st, a rolling lightning storm hits Yogen. Thunder crackles, and strikes of Anvil Crawler lighting can be seen lighting up the sky; anyone paying attention to the courtyard may see the explosive strike of lightning hitting the wisteria tree. Petals scatter throughout the air and are carried off in every direction by the wind...

00:01 03/01-03/31

As the month goes on the school will start to look even more barren. As the month goes on, several students start to disappear, with rumors spreading here and there about students disappearing after entering the forest. Those rumors twist and warp, and within just a few days there are rumors of a witch in the forest. But it's not a witch, nor a ghost, or anything else, but a dream, and those who enter will find themselves reminded of such by a soothing voice, the voice of a person they're familiar with, speaking gently in their ears:

"You are dreaming... They have always led and will always lead you here... Remind yourself, this is a dream..."
The world shifts subtly. There are gravestones marking the pathway now, and before long the forest is replaced by a completely new scene. A voice reminds you once more that this is a dream, and that you have always been here. You have always been led to this place. But where is this place? It's the world of a player character. It's nothing more than a snapshot in time. It might be one that they wish to escape, or perhaps a warm memory of a time that they wish to return to, but it is always an important memory to the character.

Whichever it is, the only way is to move forward. As characters move through the memory, characters will soon notice a snake and holly tattoo that spreads over their body will be. It starts small, a clump on one's back, but will spread across all parts of a character's body. It will reach the neck and face last, killing them upon reaching the eyes. As the curse spreads, they will notice changes in the dream including hallucinations, hearing lullabies, and shades that pursue them. They will also notice increased exhaustion and lethargy.

Upon reaching the end of the memory, they will find a glowing ball of light representative of a lost student's soul. Finding the soul will lead to both characters awakening at the edge of the forest, and the character who had been dreaming will be covered with the tattoo for a brief moment before it disappears.

Those who entered the dream may hear that same voice from before that tugs at their mind as the dream fades away:

"Remind yourself, this is a dream, and soon you will awaken. But you are here, as you always have been, and as you always will be... Soon, you will wonder where you were, and each moment after, will bring you here..."

OOC

✽ Dreams may be whoelsale memories, or they may be more akin to dreamscapes based on a person's memories or mental state.
✽ The holly pattern represents the pain of love and aches of the heart, while the snake represents the yearning for the dead that consume a person.
✽ The tattoos will be blue or red.
✽ Characters may be drawn into the forest more than once, or require multiple memories to be gone through before reappearing. In those cases, the character who had gone through the initial memory will simply wake up in the forest alone.
✽ Characters who hear the voice upon leaving the dream will be more susceptible to entering and being lost in the forest.
✽ Anyone who is not rescued by the end of the month will be found at the edge of the forest. The tattoo will cover their body and stop just short of their eyes. It will disappear within an hour, but they will be exhausted for the rest of the day.

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QUESTIONS

[adsum]

[dereban]

a few questions -

1) regarding the dreams, can it be like. "PC character manifests as their memory selves" or can we have like. PC character looking over the memory? or both??? IDK IM ASKING FOR A FRIEND, that friend is me

2) for multiple entries into the dream, can the voice be of different characters

3) sighs i'm asking for MYSELF but like can PC characters effect the memory at all and make it like. 'diverge'. i'm asking more so in the vein of "can characters do anything to change the memory because it's still a dream" and also "can the memory/dream have effects on characters (with. permission. ofc.)"

[notsosou]

1. The House of Memories

[As you go deeper into this section of the woods there’s a subtle shift in the trees around you. Lights begin to appear on them, small blinking specks on their darkening silhouettes, the blocky outlines of the gravestones… the air becomes warm, filled with the drone of a server room pulsing within the ground, the rustling of leaves blurring together to create a constant static hiss on the edge of hearing. There’s the click and hum of something turning on as you pass, and a scuttling into the undergrowth, but nothing more visible than movement in the corner of your eye. One gets the sense there’s a whole law of the jungle ecosystem lurking in the background here, where devices hunt and rip each other apart for parts, malicious code infects and spreads like parasites, and rust and link rot spot creep across things as does lichen, but none of it has anything to do with you... does it?

The sky above is blue, with clouds slowly skiffing across. It doesn’t feel real. The ground is flat and hard and reflective, but the reflection is red and filled with gears turning in equally inexorable motion. The forest, no matter which direction you go in, opens up into a clearing.

Twelve large hourglass podiums are arranged in a circle, the hissing of purple sand getting louder the closer you get until they feel like a roar despite not actually being that loud, other noises being perfectly audible over them like it’s volume communicated through a cinematic trick. Six of them have fallen over and cracked, broken, spilling the sand on the floor. Cables dig into the ground at them, twine around their bases, drawing up into the thing at the center like the roots they are.

Because in the exact center is a massive tree, branches like power lines, cables like liana, dangling wisteria flowers made of bunches of lights and optic fibre. Screens grow out of the trunk like fruit… and one clicks on as you approach.]

((Content Warnings for what you'd expect out of a death game as well as potentially past abusive/toxic friendship but I'll tailor as desired.))

2. The randomness of the unfeeling universe lives at aisle 9 of CVS
[If you go into the student store after classes and clubs end you might find someone new there now. You can catch him in the changeover, carefully packaging away the things Komaeda sells in boxes towards the back and setting out the things he does, setting down a totem and rotating it to the front, or in the process of checking inventory, or sitting at the counter chin on hand and scrolling through his PDA or working through homework, or blinking and lifting his head from slumber when the blue suncatcher affixed above the door makes a noise upon its opening. In each case, the response is the same:]

Hey. Can I help you?

[It’s still dark at this time even at 6pm and the light comes in from the moon and wisteria tree through the window, making everything feel unnecessarily spooky and unreal, picked out in silver and faint blue glow added to by the suncatcher, the small vials of petals on the shelves and the light of any device Shin has in front of him and on at this time, picking out objects in limned outlines and small gleams. The unintended(?) mystique is somewhat allayed by the blankets he’s taken with him swathed around the chair, the cup with steam curling from it and the small handheater merrily chugging away against the night-time chill.

Or maybe you tried to get in when the sign clearly said closed and now you’re waking up to someone attempting to drag you by your arm and not very well. When did it get dark?]

3. Wildcard!
[If there’s anything else you’d like to try feel free to hit me up on SeveralThingsHaveOccured or at this plotting post!]

2!

[commences]

( it's a new sort of life, considering komaeda's never worked a day in his life— he's missed those days of searching for a job, and actually making money. if he wasn't aware of how things work, a person could say this is his first job aside from helping a child attempt world domination. the morning shift isn't so bad, it means he still has some of the day to himself, but that means there's thousands of thoughts that run through his mind. )

Tsukimi-kun! Tsukimi-kun!

( he does the same to hinata, it's just a grab his attention type of thing as he walks into the shop, closing it behind him, and isn't it just their luck that no one is here? they'll be partners in this for now, so whatever idea comes to mind, he wants to get the other's thoughts on the matter now.

being in here at this time is nothing but a reminder, the place where komaeda spent some of his time in the day when playing with the shopkeeper. they made promises here, he knows that the youth would walk around the counter and just hold out their arms wanting a hug, but komaeda knows that isn't a luxury he's able to gain anymore with shin on the other side. it feels odd though, coming in here, not expecting to give a hug or receive one.

such thoughts don't show on his face as he smiles, crossing his arms on the counter as he looks around to what is up for the night time thrills. it truly fits the scheme that they were going for, and it's also aesthetically pleasing to the eye how nighttime can carry such beautiful pieces like the wisteria petals that glow within their jar. )

What are your thoughts on tea?

( he has some ideas. )

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[taketori]

[ Remind yourself, it's just a dream--

None of this made any sense. As Miyuki moves into the woods and begins to lose sight of his setting, an anxiety washes over him. The sounds are unnatural for a forest, and it feels like something had been activated. What was this?

The locale had turned odd, to say the least. Once he's spotted the podiums, he hesitantly stepped forward, footprints left in the sand as he tried to get some kind of clue as to what any of this was. Hesitantly, he began to lean down to grab some of the sand before he's interrupted by the click of the screen, snapping him out of that and causing him to press on forward towards that.

Okay. What is he looking at now? ]

wildcard

[commences]

( everything is quiet at first, very, very, very quiet, soothing enough that any person can remain fast asleep without being stirred. shin's surroundings are warm, he can smell the faint scent of daffodils tickle his nose, and maybe it's enough to actually turn the darkness he's indulged himself in into an entirely different place once his eyes flutter open, and the brief blur of when someone is thawing from a good nap has hold of his body.

he'll find that he's hunched over on a table, a book underneath his arms, a page that stands out, the sides colored black, and unreadable aside from what's in the center. what shin will notice in this place that he's in a library with various bookshelves standing tall, he can tell from where he's sitting it'll prove difficult to look over them from where he's sitting, even if he tries to stand on a chair. it's like they're hiding secrets that no one else should know about, but he's not the only one here, there's people who whisper to each other.

"why... why?"
"...so annoying."
"away, away..."

none of them are familiar to shin, but the expressions on their face seem fearful, worried and concerned, and some huddled together that whisper way too loud as if they want something to get out. it could be they want it to spread, because there's a smirk on one of the individual's face as they speak:

"why is... [...] ...here?"

the most interesting part of this place is what shin will see: that between some of the individuals within the room some glow blue, and others glow red. it's faint from those with a blue aura to them, and there's about three he can tell which glow red but not as faint as the blue. there is one brighter than the other two, but together he can tell there's about eight people in the library, and they all appear to be common people. )

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[waitingforplayer2]

[ There's something deeply unsettling about this place. It's not that she doesn't belong here - all electronic hums, glowing lights, and artificial wildlife. No, quite the contrary: it's that...

Well, Nanami can't quite put her finger on what's wrong now, actually. The farther in she progresses, the more her mind slowly calms. Her heart skips a beat or two but she doesn't quite notice it. She walks forward with quiet determination.

Her surroundings are strange, but that's okay. She's here to help her friend. That's all that matters.

The monitor clicks on and she turns towards it. When she finally speaks, her voice is quiet but assured. ] Hello?

1

[heroicpolonaise]

[there's no way she wouldn't be able to... not so much resist in the sense of adventure or something more exciting, but resisting trying to help those students she'd heard had stepped into the forest and hadn't returned. kaede hasn't considered the possibility she might become one of them, either; regardless, she's a brave girl, bravery isn't stepping into danger without thought it's knowing and seeing the danger and stepping in anyway, and there's

something familiar about the hiss and hums, the mechanical jungle that seems to draw around her, and though the podiums' forms aren't something familiar she recognizes them as places people might stand, might give a testimony. the way their cable twine and curl away catches her eyes, right up to the tree in all its... splendor.

it's beautiful in a way, there's no two ways about it. but it's also distinctly out of place -- not compared to the rest of the current forest, just... it is. she doesn't know how else to think of it, and her curiosity draws her closer.

after all.

with the wisteria tree struck back in the school's courtyard, who could say a soul or three went? mockery or not... kaede has people who she found dear to her within those petals. who's to say this forest wouldn't keep them safe until they could be retrieved? who's to say...]

2, altho i may come back for another thread later if you'll have me LOL

[dereban]

Not at the moment--well. At least, not for store-related crap, but do you need anything? I can do a night run if you need to keep your post. Besides, I'm one of the few [if not the only one at this rate, who knows] that don't stay at the dorms, so I'm more easily accessible in that sense.

[There is something that she does need to discuss with him about, but she can shelve that for later.]

1 for now, i will return with a moon rock and any midori developments

[shimashima]

[ There's nowhere to go but that clearing, where the eerie wrongness of the forest reaches a new level. A step past the clearing's edge, Alice stops in his tracks, freezing in place for the sight of those podiums and the harsh hiss of the sand, grating to his ears. The sound is too loud, as if its vibrations roll through his body, settling inside his skull; his thoughts scatter, grains of sand themselves to slip through his fingers.

He came here for a reason... A few more steps take him closer to the center of the clearing, across the unpleasant gritty crunching beneath his soles. His gaze lingers on the broken remains of the six fallen hourglasses. Then it snaps up, yanked towards the tree, to that one activated screen.

He came here for a reason, he reminds himself, but none of this is real, is it? This is a dream. ]

...Is someone there? Show yourself already!

1

[rearranger]

[ It's nothing more than a dream, a technological nightmare for his eyes to feast on. At least, according to the voice that still lingers in his ears that's the case. The more familiarities that Ranger notices, the more foreign it seems. Red and blue, hourglass podiums, a tree that seems to be made of metal and wires. He could feel at home in such a place were it more enclosed, if it were just a little closer to his own memories. If only it weren't so noisy.

Ranger approaches. His stride is casual, his expression unreadable as ever, but his eyes flick this way and that as he strains his ears to hear any noise that might mix itself fin with the humming and hissing of unstable technology. As always, he has a job to do, and the most important part of it is giving the appearance of control. If he loses that, he'll be infected and torn asunder, raided for parts before the remainder is tossed aside.

He can't allow that. He'll kill, and kill, and kill, and infection and destroy and strip and rummage.

But there's no need for that just yet, and he instead turns his head in the direction of the soft click of a screen coming to life. He considers addressing it, but he remains silent instead, keeping his gaze fixed in the direction of the sound as he waits to see if it'll recognize his presence. ]

2 (3/11 evening)

[shimashima]

[ Alice doesn't wait overly long after his conversation with the counselor. Visiting the student store, he checks that no one else appears to be around and intending to enter for purchases to make, his own entrance accompanied by the suncatcher's sound. On a whim, something not unlike gifting bongos to Reko, the scrap of paper evidently given to him by the counselor himself isn't the only thing in his pocket now.

Unfortunately, his timing is not the best, it seems.

Was Shin Tsukimi asleep?! The realization keeps Alice near the door, staring. ]

...Well, the topic to discuss isn't anything terribly urgent. Shall I seek you out somewhere else, earlier in the day?

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[dereban]

[Being into many of these at this point, Inaba just finds herself sighing.

This again, she tells herself, trying to mentally remind herself that none of this is real. That it's all just a fictitious dream. But that doesn't mean she can't learn from it.

So as she carefully walks through...

...whatever you'd call this, her eyes flit across, memorizing the general area before one of the monitors flicker on, causing her lips to press together in a thin line before she speaks up, mostly to herself.]

Alright, what do you got for me, mysterious dreamer?

Choose Your Own Memshare

[subtract]

Add isn't the first to disappear. He probably says something like I'm not stupid enough to fall for a trick like that before promptly being whisked away after a long night in the workshop... his Dynamos are abandoned at the forest's edge by morning, batteries drained and unable to locate their master. They are upset and anyone who knows Add will be swiftly informed of such (once they have an hour or two of daylight to recharge, anyway).

But it's fine, because someone is, apparently, going to go find him. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that you find yourself here, a strained voice whispering in your ears with an almost desperate energy—you are dreaming, remind yourself that this is a dream...

The forest shifts. Before you is a neatly-kept path lined by white anemones, petals so fragile that they fall and scatter at even the slightest touch. To the left is the smell of smoke and a warm, flickering light that dances from beyond the trees. To the right is a steady hum of electronics and a distant blue glow, steadily pulsing in time with your breath.

... or you could just stay where you are, though the forest grows darker by the minute and the air turns cold and still, an unnatural silence closing in from all around.


((cw: a lot of child abuse/neglect/murder in like... most of these options, probably. just assume it's gonna get fucked up. i'll be trying to cater things to CR/characters tho so let me know if there's something in particular you definitely want me to avoid or if you want me to steer the thread in a different direction!!))

[waitingforplayer2]

As if she could avoid the pull of the forest for long. It's not her own memory that greets her this time, though. It's a fork in the road.

The electronics are too tempting, as well. Her chest rises and falls in time with the glow. If the glowing stops, her breathing might stop too, and she wouldn't even mind.

Some part of her belongs there. She moves without thinking in the direction of the strange blue light.

[commences]

( he tilts his head to the left and then to the right, he even looks down the center wondering what's beyond everything. komaeda has never been afraid of what the future holds, so taking one of these options doesn't sound too bad. the purity of the center isn't welcoming for someone like him who will destroy it all, as he glances to the left, the smoke would make sense... considering how it masks everything in its murky shadow, and the right that's humming almost sounds like a lullaby.

...

...

that could be because komaeda's that close to death, that his breathing is so slow, it's like he should be dead by now.

he doesn't choose a path, yet, and instead he looks for a tree close by to use, something he can climb to see what's beyond all the paths in order to make his decision. if he does so, is there anything that stands out? )

another add tag pls :3

[samuraiwomen]

[ The flowers are pretty...Sara kneels down by one, twisting it through her fingers before she plucks it by the stem. The petals fall in one sad heap as she disturbs it and she sighs, standing up again.

Typical. ]

Add-chan? Are you still here?

[ She came here for a reason...she isn't going to leave him alone. The path with the flowers seems the nicest, Add secretly likes pleasant things right? Sara will slowly follow it. ]

[miisdealt]

[Sometimes you just tumble into a dream of someone you've only briefly met and that's fine.

Dreams are just like other worlds, other fragments. And to Furude Rika, who has never been in worlds like this, it intrigues her. It calls to her. However, she finds herself pouting a little bit childishly when the paths are split.]

How rude... but I suppose life is that way at times too, isn't it?

[She speaks mostly to herself because she wants to explore--she wants to be able to see everything that the world has to offer her. Maybe that's just her instinct as a witch, however.

Now, which way to go...

Fine.

Let's have the dice roll and decide her fate.

She closes her eyes and spins around, humming to herself a small song. When she opens her eyes, she makes the decision.

She goes right.]

Well, the sound is rather interesting, I suppose.

[dokkans]

The forest itself was just a constant source of curiosity for B.B., and with all of the happenings going on these days she couldn't help herself from walking through and letting the voice pass through her ears. It's a dream, just a dream.

Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't. If she was cognizant of that right now, the only difference should be that she'd be able to do things she's never been able to! Let her fly, or breathe fire or something of the sort.

As it stands right now, she's picking up on the smell of smoke. Something's out here, maybe camping...?

"Oh gosh... hello?" Bonnie calls out, putting on a worried voice. Either way, she moves towards that flickering light, curious and preparing herself for what may happen.

[silentabyss]

☽ House of Ebalon
cw: possible child abuse/neglect

[As you wander, the trees almost seem to reshape themselves into something malformed, something twisted. Branches overhead become tangled almost akin to a gateway, bark blackening as if stained with ink, moon shining overhead. The further you walk, the more the transforming scene threatens to pull you in. Whence there was forest, now there is a garden, sprawling and mazelike, a fountain dead-centre. It's nighttime all of a sudden, two moons hanging overhead in the sky, one darkly-coloured and one a comforting silver.

Should you venture around the garden, you will find nothing of import other than a massive mansion, the double-doors emblazoned with a filigree crescent moon wrapped around a diamond shape. As if inviting you within its halls, the doors slide open upon approach. Voices carry out even this far from the doorway, their origin difficult to pinpoint, clear as day as if coming from all directions. The first voice, soft, serene, and the other, that of a child.

"Noah, are you really going to stay? We haven't seen Auntie for a while. I bet she misses you."

"...No. Nobody likes me. Even if I go, they'll all be frowning at me."

"That's not true. They all love you."

"Harque... I know. I know everyone hates me because I stole what's rightfully yours."

Eventually, the dialogue becomes somewhat-muddled, especially if you decide to venture past the threshold and into the house proper. You're faced with a gorgeous, albeit dark foyer, and in the middle of the room stands a child, sobbing into his hands, alone.]

☽ Knot of Memories
cw: sibling murder, further child abuse

[House Ebalon is unfairly gorgeous, with tall windows perfect for gazing out at the moon at night. This is Noah's family, after all, mages who dedicate themselves wholly to moon magic — though if he's ever told you how his house looked in the past, he might have been being modest.

Perhaps, though, architecture isn't important right now. What is important is that you swear you just heard a shout coming from somewhere down the wide hallways, and should you take off running toward the sound of it, you'll be faced with a scene — a cloaked figure with their back to you, a man who looks much like Noah does, and a barely-five years old Noah emerging from a doorway nearby, equally as confused as you are.

It all happens so fast that you don't have a second to move; the cloaked figure lurches forward, attacking with something unseen, and Harque Ebalon falls with a dull thud and a splatter of blood, lifelessly staring ahead. Noah shrieks, cries — "No, no, no! Wake up, wake up, Harque!" — but it's far, far too late for pleading. As the cloaked figure strides over, you catch the briefest glance of his face from under his cowl — the exact same as the man he just murdered seconds earlier — and before you know it, the scene lurches and twists.

You're standing now in Noah's room, about as messy as a little kid's room would be, books strewn at the foot of his bed that he's clearly in the middle of reading. He's sitting up in said bed gazing out his window, and he looks deathly ill, like he might keel over at any moment if he so much as tries to get up. On the bedside table next to him is a suspicious vial and a syringe.

Weakly, he turns to you and asks,]

Are you here to give me my medicine?

☽ Clamor
cw: potential murder

[When the forest gives way to a brightly-lit academy, you probably aren't sure what to expect. It's quite different from Yogen, with towering, spiraling staircases and many more students, somehow. The loud chattering gets lost in the background as you explore further. Whether you're fascinated, confused, or just wanting to poke your head into things, though, you're soon accosted by some floating weaponry dead-set on getting you out of here.

Before the sword in particular swings down on your head, though, a familiar figure, albeit younger and a bit more scruffly than what you're used to, dashes out in front of you and disables the thing in one shot.]

We need to go. Now. It's bad news if the guards catch you.

[Without waiting, he spins on his heels and darts off down a branching hallway, not waiting for you to follow him. It's your fault if you die in here, after all.]

☽ Wildcard

[Hit me with whatever or -> wolfchan <- go there for Crime Plotting

Also free free to just straight up interfere with certain memories, you don't have to follow the set path I wrote out!]

Clamor

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She keeps finding herself in new high schools... right? Or is it always the same high school, and she's the one who's mistaken? She rubs her eyes sleepily, adjusting to her new surroundings--

And then she startles awake as she nearly loses her head -- and a boy she recognizes darts in front of her. ]

What? But I... [ She should belong here... right? But before she can ask more questions, the boy's dashing off -- and Nanami's gathering her white robes around her and darting after him. ]

Chiaki Nanami memory event catch-all

[waitingforplayer2]

OTA

[waitingforplayer2]

My Impurest Heart For You

[ It's not Yogen, that's for sure. But you're definitely standing in the halls of a high school.

It's pretty quiet. You'd expect a dull roar from the students and teachers, in classes or after-school clubs. But the classrooms here actually seem pretty empty, if you look around.

With one exception. There's some kind of commotion from classroom 1-B, at the end of the hall. Talking, laughing, and some electronic music of some sort. Care to investigate? ]

[samuraiwomen]

Lights, camera, action!:

[ One second, its a forest, the next there's a call of Aerial out! from an unseen shadow. Light, blinding bright swings around the corner of the tree, and the scene changes. Forest floor becomes hard blue tile. A tree stump becomes a podium before you. Everything else drops out into darkness, a curtain drawing.

I'm sorry if you were attached to your clothes, but they've been replaced for the time being. There's a collar, far to tight to swallow properly. The sticky feeling of something on your hands. A blue blazer. Maybe a...skirt if you'd be okay with it? Actors are supposed to go outside of their comfort zone! If you really want to get into the role, you need to at least look the part!!

Above you, a knife slowly swings attached to a thin string, damocles like. In front of you, the blue tile drops off into the empty void of an audience. The light comes beyond it, so bright you can't see who is watching or who might be here with you. The whole world's a stage, and if you look down at the podium your lines are right in front of you. ]

A). Lift your heads up!! We've always done when we've had to do...! No matter how cruel it is, you can't stop!!

B). Where am I? Can I go home?

Home (undertale ost):

[ Or...the light swings a different way, and there stands a different scene. A warm house, average in most respects. The colors seem slightly off...or rather only the reds seem too vivid compared to the rest of the scene. It looks just abandoned, nothing but a hot pot of tea and a fresh bouquet of roses on a nearby table suggest anyone lives here. ]

Chefs Choice!:

[ Do these prompts not speak to you? Do you want something...special? Something unique! A memshare starter just for you. (...might take me some time to think of a prompt tho, pls be patient) Consider this a wildcard. :D ]

[sound of clapper board]

[notsosou]

[Actors are supposed to go outside of their comfort zone, but sometimes they do get typecast in similar roles. There's no time for stage fright here; the prompter is gesturing, so cast your vote.

Just a few small adjustments. A straighter spine, a lack of smile, a clearer voice, ringing with authority though the hollow shell inside which something, somewhere, is confused and starting to panic. You can't afford to crack, everyone's watching. No matter where you are, no matter how much you want to go home, no matter the line in front of you and above you and around your neck... act. Like your life depends on it. Like another's does.

A finger selects blue and a steely gaze meets the void of the audience.]

[moraloutrage]

[Ishimaru was troubled to learn of the rumors regarding students disappearing in the forest. He could not stand idly by while this went on. He had to go in search of them, to see if he could find and save them all! At the very least, he knew better then to try to do this alone. He made sure to have one or several people with him upon entering the forest. A full search party!

But despite his efforts, he ended up among the disappeared, after hearing a voice gently whispering in his ear. Mondo...? Chihiro? His father - his grandfather...? The voice is different each time, and each time he ends up returned to the same space. And each time, someone else is there with him. Whether it's someone who went into the forest with Ishimaru or someone else entirely... what they find is the same.]

You find yourself entering a classroom. A classroom brimming with talent, of Ultimate Students brimming with hope... as well as despair. The windows are bolted shut, although occasionally one flickers out of existence for a few moments. The sky outside is a flash of either blue or red. There are fifteen (?) students throughout the classroom that one can approach.

Leon Kuwata stands at the door, which is colored half black and half white. He wrestles with the doorknob, struggling to get it open, but it just won't budge. As he struggles, he gets more and more heated, and he's even turned red!

Junko Enoshima sits at a desk and casually fires her nails, looking quite bored. There is an empty desk next to her - although strangely enough, every now and then, Junko disappears and reappears at the other desk. When at the other desk, she seems subtly different. And instead of a nail file, she seems to be using some pointed metal skewer to file her nails.

Makoto Naegi is sitting at his desk, where he is hard at work studying a math book!

Yasuhiro Hagakure is sitting cross-legged on the floor, waving his hands around a crystal ball. The crystal ball currently looks almost like a snowglobe, with white flakes swirling around wildly, as if obscuring the true image within.

Chihiro Fujisaki appears to be daydreaming in the middle of their studies. Under their desk, one hand is squeezing a hand gripper to exercise.

Hifumi Yamada sits hunched over his desk, energetically at work on a doujinshi. He appears to be using pink paint to form make some sort of hammer.

Sayaka Maizono is sitting at another desk, where she seems to be focused on trying to wipe some gold dust off of her hands. But no matter how hard she tries, it doesn't seem to want to come off.

Aoi Asahina and Sakura Oogami stand off to the side, smiling as they converse to each other. It looks like Aoi is doing most of the talking and recalling some story to Sakura, but it all comes out as gibberish.

Mondo Oowada is sitting on a motorcyle in the middle of class, facing towards the door. His face twisted with rage and despair, he looks as if he's ready to rev up and race through the door the moment someone can get it open!

Kyouko Kirigiri stands by the blackboard. There's chilling, distant look to her as she sternly writes down some rules on the board.

Byakuya Togami has moved his own desk off to the side, although Touko Fukawa lurks over his shoulder. He is ignoring her presence while casually perusing a book about Japanese politics covering the last fifty years. He looks utterly disinterested in the subject as if he already knows all of this and more.

As for Kiyotaka Ishimaru himself, he would be found either hovering by any of the other classmates, or he could be see sitting at the teacher's desk with piles and piles of books to study. He appears to be sweating while at the desk, but he ignores that as he works.

Celestia Ludenberg sits at a desk, bearing an unreadable smile on her face as she shuffles a deck of cards. Come close to her, and she'll show you a card at random. Spin the wheel, and see where and when you end up...

[ooc: Welcome to Choose Your Own Memventure! As one may be able to guess, each student will lead to a different memory relating to Ishimaru's canon life, including some that he doesn't fully remember. I've included hints as to what each memory could be. However, if there are any kinds of scenarios one needs to avoid, please let me know and I will tell you which ones you should not pick. As this is from Dangan Ronpa canon, some scenarios depict the violent, bloody deaths of teenagers. Additionally, some also come with the cw of a murdered students' gender situation being horribly mishandled by others. Feel free to come to me for any questions or additional elaboration!]

[miisdealt]

[While it's not her first time in a classroom, it's definitely one that she's unfamiliar with--and with a class so big that it's almost unsettling. Her eyes wander and find a familiar face, but given the circumstances, perhaps it'd be best if she found herself with someone else, instead.

Lucky (debatable) enough for her, the second most prominent draw is of Celestia.

A deck of cards is a good reminder of the games she's played back home.

So she walks up, unknowing of what card she'd be shown, how the dice would roll for her...]

[rearranger]

[ The world shifts the moment a student steps past the gravestones scattered about the forest. The world goes dark, and though you may wish to stop or go back, every cell encourages you to continue forward. Forward, always forward, without a hint of hesitation. Those who attempt to do so will find that nothing but inky darkness awaits them no matter how far they walk or which direction they go in, and each passing step will cause their throat to tighten - as though there were hands wrapped around their neck, increasing the pressure just a little more for each and every attempt at escape.

It's of little consequence when every step forward will alleviate it, and no matter far or little one has wandered they'll begin to catch sight of a red light in the distance. It's an ominous red glow in the darkness, but it only serves as a guide so that you might find the door beneath it. Careful inspection will show that a symbol has been drawn on the door with dripping red paint. The same red paint stains the doorknob in the form of a handprint wrapped around it.

There's a faint scent wafting from behind the door, though what one notices will vary from person to person. It might be the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries and sweets, or the medicinal smell of antiseptic and artificial fragrance, or perhaps even blood and rot. Whispers can likewise be heard, male and female alike, but the way they blend together and overlap makes it impossible to identify any single one.

Upon entering, one can find themselves in one of four spheres of the facility the enter: The first and second floors, overseen by Sue Miley; the third floor, overseen by Rio Ranger and Tia Safalin; the fourth and fifth floors, overseen by Midori, or The Victory Stairs. ]

( ooc: Choose your own adventure! Let me know which floor(s) you would like and any particulars you want or would rather avoid, etc. can come with the following cw: death, gore, drugs, abuse, memory modification/unwanted medical procedures, child death, various horror themes, et al. )

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[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's too dark. There's too many murmuring voices. She feels like she'll choke on the oppressive air and the pitch black darkness--

So she stumbles forwards. What else can she do? The darkness must end somewhere.

When she sees the symbol on the door, she frowns. It feels like it might be a little bit familiar... she can't place where she's seen it, though. She goes to turn the handle-- and jerks her hand back. It's covered in blood.

But there's no other way forward, and the darkness feels more oppressive every second. Gulping past the overwhelming scent of wisteria flowers, she gingerly opens the door and steps over the threshold. ]

[starrypoint]

[the forest drifts on, it narrows, it narrows, it narrows, it narrows it narrows it

opens up into a theater room, silver screen pressed high against the wall and seats worn with use. there's candy wrappers and discarded popcorn buckets strewn across the floor, and despite there being no movie played it's dark as if there's one on; the only light comes from the small points on the ground, leading one to sit in an aisle or, as one steps up, into the projector room itself.

...

subaru reclines there, hands on his stomach as he watches out the window to the darkened room, the black screen, with the film projector empty beside him. there's a number of canisters on the walls, labeled with fuzzy words that don't seem recognizable as any known language... until a word forms in your mind, and whatever that word is it calls, it beckons, it asks you take it from the wall.

...

he shrugs, seeming not to care about whatever word has been seen, and holds out his hand.]

Wanna watch a movie with me?

[...

it's because he has no "real" memories that each one he has now is important. ones from the life given to him, ones that he created himself, ones that surface bidden by questions asked by others... ones he's witnessed, that he has no right to anymore. they're all important.]

[notsosou]

[Shin's got an affinity for dark spaces, but the occasional crunch or crinkle still occurs as he tries to pick his way through the debris over to the canisters which hook into his curiosity and draw it forward, trying to read the labels with the same promise of headache as reading an unfamiliar language in Yogen.

One does catch his interest, call out to him in particular. It's fuzzy and shapeless like the rest, a space of idea that slowly comes into focus - red and orange and yellow, lambency in brightness, the sense of radiating out from a point and shimmering mirage-like warmth, scattering sparks and the sort of loud sound that moves the chest with what is heard by the ears being an afterthought. It tries to be star - fire - firework, but when Shin picks it up it sullenly resolves into sunlight.

It's Subaru speaking that has him turning from turning it over in his hand, head lifting. Right, this is a projection room... he tries to ignore the tiny voice in his head wondering if he's even supposed to be here, and comes over next to him, handing the canister to him.]

Ahaha, I've got some time...

[He was... doing something before this, wasn't he? But he can't remember. That should bother him more than it currently is... but maybe it just wasn't important. Besides, he said he was going to watch a movie with someone, didn't he? That much is coming to mind. He looks around for somewhere to sit or at least lean.]

Err... should we get snacks for this?

[That's what's done, after all... he's not desperate enough to eat anything off the floor and hopes he never hits that point (again). Especially in front of someone else.]