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March Update
03/20 08:00 Graduation Day
The sky is clear and bright early Sunday morning, a reprieve from the storms that left the charred and battered wisteria tree blooming with dewdrops in place of the petals stripped away by the bolt of lightning that had struck it early in the month, the torrent of rain coming and going in waves thereafter. There is a calmness in the air, a stillness, but sweet birdsong rings out, as does the chatter of students pouring through the doors towards the auditorium, seats separated into three sections rather than the usual fifteen, the empty space around them vast and unending compared to the three hundred souls that occupied the school one year ago on this day.
Attendance is not mandatory, but the doors close on the hour and whichever seat is taken amongst their given grade level, students find that they are unable to get up again once seated, bound with just enough freedom to shuffle one's feet to keep from falling asleep during the droning speeches, or to pull one's PDA out of their pocket to message a friend halfway across the room. Unlocking the screen, students will see the usual homepage bearing their name, student ID number, locker number and combination, grade level, and, with class rankings reset, updated merit points to be used the next school year: first year students will see their merit points increased by 363, second year students by 181, and third years by 214. At the bottom right corner of the screen is a new icon with a symbol unique to grade level, which, upon being tapped, brings up a message on a new screen:
☼ Dear first years,
Above all, you worked hard this school year. Through your efforts may you see a bright future.
What future do you envision?
>
☾ Dear second years,
Many of you have struggled this school year, but have learned to fight for what is important.
What is most important to you now?
>
☆ Dear third years,
Are you ready?
>
The cursor blinks at the bottom, awaiting input as the school nurse steps up to the podium to address the graduating class, speaking of the struggles they have overcome, the insights they have gained, friendships forged, and growth in strides.
"...and now, let us congratulate the graduating class," the nurse says, stepping back from the podium. Are you ready? You will graduate when the time is right, and you will know when that time as come. One by one, third year students rise from their seats, steely determination and grim acceptance on their faces as they walk single file onto the stage to stand in front of the podium where they bow, and rise, and stand as the nurse pins a bright red ribbon to their chests, presses a rolled up diploma into their hands, and speaks her personal congratulations too softly for the microphone to catch, but audible to the front row of third year students left behind to repeat:
"Congratulations, Seamster..." "Congratulations, Dreamer..." "Congratulations, Arsonist..."
Akira Fujioka, Narumi Ito, and Rokuro Arata turn to the audience and bow. As they raise their heads, the air in the auditorium seems to shimmer, then splinter, like broken glass, thin cracks of crimson unraveling from around people's throats and hands and dissolving into nothingness like spider silk in a breeze. The graduating class of 2000 numbers three students. That's three times as many as last year. And all three exit the room, never to be seen again.
Attendance is not mandatory, but the doors close on the hour and whichever seat is taken amongst their given grade level, students find that they are unable to get up again once seated, bound with just enough freedom to shuffle one's feet to keep from falling asleep during the droning speeches, or to pull one's PDA out of their pocket to message a friend halfway across the room. Unlocking the screen, students will see the usual homepage bearing their name, student ID number, locker number and combination, grade level, and, with class rankings reset, updated merit points to be used the next school year: first year students will see their merit points increased by 363, second year students by 181, and third years by 214. At the bottom right corner of the screen is a new icon with a symbol unique to grade level, which, upon being tapped, brings up a message on a new screen:
☼ Dear first years,
Above all, you worked hard this school year. Through your efforts may you see a bright future.
What future do you envision?
>
☾ Dear second years,
Many of you have struggled this school year, but have learned to fight for what is important.
What is most important to you now?
>
☆ Dear third years,
Are you ready?
>
The cursor blinks at the bottom, awaiting input as the school nurse steps up to the podium to address the graduating class, speaking of the struggles they have overcome, the insights they have gained, friendships forged, and growth in strides.
"...and now, let us congratulate the graduating class," the nurse says, stepping back from the podium. Are you ready? You will graduate when the time is right, and you will know when that time as come. One by one, third year students rise from their seats, steely determination and grim acceptance on their faces as they walk single file onto the stage to stand in front of the podium where they bow, and rise, and stand as the nurse pins a bright red ribbon to their chests, presses a rolled up diploma into their hands, and speaks her personal congratulations too softly for the microphone to catch, but audible to the front row of third year students left behind to repeat:
Akira Fujioka, Narumi Ito, and Rokuro Arata turn to the audience and bow. As they raise their heads, the air in the auditorium seems to shimmer, then splinter, like broken glass, thin cracks of crimson unraveling from around people's throats and hands and dissolving into nothingness like spider silk in a breeze. The graduating class of 2000 numbers three students. That's three times as many as last year. And all three exit the room, never to be seen again.
03/21 - 04/03 Spring Break
The school is quiet. None of the npc students or faculty remain in the school. Supplies in home economics, the dormitory kitchen, and the student store dwindle without replenishment, although the vending machines greet each new day fully stocked. Books can be taken from the library and kept without penalty, fingernails left untouched. The skinny black cat continues to make itself scarce, but in the quiet hours of the evening, can be found on top of the tall bookshelves in the library. All throughout the school, the fluffy white cat rubs against people's ankles, flopping down on the ground in front of anybody who makes the mistake of standing still for more than two seconds.
The water still runs pink.
Congratulations on making it to the end of Year One.
The water still runs pink.
Congratulations on making it to the end of Year One.
OOC
✽ Hi, this is Ori. I want to, once again, express my most heartfelt THANK YOU!!!! to everybody who's stuck with me and this game for any length of time this past year. It was a wonderful experience and I met so many wonderful people and I think both my cats greatly enjoyed being minor celebrities and/or the voice of god.
✽ For the time being, I will be stepping down from modding and am leaving y'all in Alice's and Bunny's very capable hands while I take a rp break for an undetermined amount of time. Of the NPCs I play, the following will be officially retired: Rokuro (graduated), Akira (graduated), Narumi (graduated), Haruka (moved on), Maya (dead), Hiro (dead), Kouji (lost in the void), Nao (side quest dead end), Hikaru (side quest completion, also they really only cared about Lucifer who is autopiloting), Akeru (was only supposed to exist for one thread), and Luka (was only supposed to exist for one thread).
✽ Please indulge my wish survey below, thank you.
✽ For the time being, I will be stepping down from modding and am leaving y'all in Alice's and Bunny's very capable hands while I take a rp break for an undetermined amount of time. Of the NPCs I play, the following will be officially retired: Rokuro (graduated), Akira (graduated), Narumi (graduated), Haruka (moved on), Maya (dead), Hiro (dead), Kouji (lost in the void), Nao (side quest dead end), Hikaru (side quest completion, also they really only cared about Lucifer who is autopiloting), Akeru (was only supposed to exist for one thread), and Luka (was only supposed to exist for one thread).
✽ Please indulge my wish survey below, thank you.
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Character: Chiaki Nanami
Grade level: 2
Wish: Peace. Happiness. Love.
She doesn't elaborate more than that. She's still trying to figure out what that means for herself and for everybody. It's a surprisingly complicated question.
But she knows that she wants everybody to be okay, in the end. Maybe, if she's lucky, even herself.