APRIL EVENT LOG/TDM

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04/05 08:00 Opening Ceremony

The opening ceremony starts at 8, with students and staff moving to the auditorium to sit with their homeroom class, calling characters out by name and dragging them over to their seat— physically if need be, and they're much stronger than they look. Much like the graduation ceremony, characters are not forced to come to the entrance ceremony, but the moment they take a seat, they find that they can neither speak nor get up again until the ceremony is over.

A teacher stands behind the podium on stage. Characters may recognize pieces of the speech from the previous year. He takes the time to welcome Yogen High's new students first, followed by acknowledging the transfer, returning, and repeat students. As he goes on, the teacher encourages students to instead focus on their own personal growth, and developing strong bonds that will allow them to reach their goals. He sighs as he explains that the Principal and Vice Principal are currently not available before he reminds students that violence is strictly prohibited and that there will be strict consequences for anyone who is caught engaging in misconduct.

The teacher concludes by noting that teachers will inform them of any important announcements. He wishes everybody a fulfilling school year, and reminds them that they have the power to shape the future. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.

School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school.

08:00 04/06-04/09

Classes resume as usual, and it's the same old routine, with gossip and rumors spreading about, and students growing excited over new club advertisements, and fortune telling ads in addition to upcoming events. In an effort to encourage students to form lasting relationships, the school has set up events for the first week with plans for smaller events throughout the month. The PDA logs have been wiped clean with the start of the year, and all messages from before 04/05 are gone.

✽ Tuesday, 04/06 will be a simple Welcome Back. The day will be dedicated to giving important announcements, including the events for the rest of the week, introducing students to clubs, etc. There will be a potluck with various sweets and snack items, along with time dedicated to getting-to-know you style games and other such activities.
✽ Wednesday, 04/07 will feature the beginning of a Team Building Scavenger Hunt! There are no items to be found, but instead students are given a list of tasks to complete and turn into their homeroom teacher. Examples include introducing yourself to a new student, doing something nice for another student, being asked to identify a specific student who fits a certain criteria, anything that can be used to encourage interactions.
✽ Thursday, 04/08 will feature karaoke night in the music room. There is a karaoke machine set up along with a screen set up, along with some CDs with all the greatest hits of the 90ws. There is a decorative backdrop set up along with party decorations. There are inflatable music notes, cut out notes, microphones, record albums, and instruments taped along the wall, and a box full of props for students to use if they so choose.
✽ Friday, 04/09 will feature a game night held in class 1-B. Desks have been pushed together to form tables and covered in cloths, and various board and card games have been set out for students. There is a TV with an N64 and Playstation set out along with various games.

Outside of classes, the days wear on, and students come in with bruises and scraped knees and elbows and bloody noses. They smear blood on the walls and drip it onto the floor, splatter it onto the mirror without meaning to, bringing along with it a sense of vertigo. Characters looking in the mirror may find that they catch sight of something. It's there reflected in the mirror, a shadowy and dark figure in the edge of their vision, but it the moment they look away it disappears, leaving behind only a chill in the air. The mirror room is almost unbearably cold.

04/10-04/30

Characters who look in mirrors will see the shadowy figure reflected in it growing closer to them. It's an odd sight to be sure, and the cold air it brings with clings to the skin, but even as they draw close they seem to do no harm. It's only once they're right behind a character that they'll begin to notice it - the cold that clings to them no matter how warm the room, the faint tingling of their skin, the sleepiness that settles in, and the whispers in their ear.

It's faint at first, barely noticeable if not for its persistence, but over time those whispers will grow louder; the coolness on their skin will turn into a cold that chills them down to the bone, and the unrested feeling becomes a constant fatigue and lethargy. The words and tone vary, as do the voices, but each and every one eats into the character. They might speak of a character's insecurities or guilt, or they might leave them with a sinking loneliness, or perhaps they promise the warmth and companionship that a character desires, or any other number of matters that so often tug at the mind.

The figures can be viewed through mirrors. Those with supernatural sight or an adderstone will similarly be able to see them following characters, latching onto them. Items that ward off the supernatural may help, but the only way to truly ward them off is with bonds formed in the school. The figures seem to be warded off by the presence of another person. The cold disappears with the slightest touch, the whispering stops during conversation, and for that time they're given a brief reprieve. But they often seem to come back the moment a person passes by a mirror once more.

OOC

✽ The school will be hosting various smaller team building exercise throughout the month which can range from exercises to group projects. There are examples here, so feel free to pick what works best for your goals.
✽ The shadowy figures will appear more frequently where there is blood, fresh or otherwise.
✽ Characters who are isolated will find that they are more susceptible to being followed by the figures, and it may take longer interactions to dispel them completely.
✽ Items from the student shop that ward off supernatural creatures will aide in keeping the shadows from getting too close at first, but their effectiveness will wear off the longer a character is followed. They seem to be most effective when used in conjunction with interactions with others, and especially others who have similar items (i.e. a character with a silver cross and a character with a gold chain.)

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QUESTIONS

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[dereban]

Actually important question: can the whispering still be heard during the school's silent hours? (aka do they surpass the Silence from midnight to 6am?)

RUMORS

[adsum]

If your character is the the type to start rumors, or if you'd like to have rumors about them, drop them here. Player characters can start rumors about each other, or it can be NPC students gossiping about them.

[notsosou]

What do people say about our compsci teacher/night shift shopkeeper/poor meow meow?

[dereban]

I'd definitely like to have any rumors--false or otherwise--about either Inaba or Rika, so feel free to toss them at me.

(Also feel free to incorporate other characters if you have permission from the other player.)

[moraloutrage]

Please, feel free to spread rumors about him to your heart's content!

[waitingforplayer2]

Surely the gamer twins have had rumors about them?...

[mermaidcursed]

the love-core sweetheart who had a ghost protector for a few months and then went mute one morning? who got carried at the hip by the literal devil? has an army of unhinged men who love her? rumors about THAT nene? naaaaaaah. couldn't be.

[rearranger]

Please feel free to spread rumors about (+1) idiot AI. There's probably rumors that go around about him as he introduced himself by flipping over a desk (with a person attached) in the art club, so.. There's bad rumors. I'm sure there's smth or another about him and Komaeda too, maybe some weirdness about how often he visits the nurse's office. Go wild.

[shimashima]

Throwing Alice in here for anything said about him! Maybe NPC students have come up with their explanations for his name or his hair.

Satoko Houjou | Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni

[certainwill]

OPENING CEREMONY.

[ Satoko doesn’t leave when the ceremony concludes.

For a moment, she doesn’t even stand up. She isn’t even sure if she can. But it’s no surprise that she’s so shocked… After all, a whole lifetime’s worth of memories has just returned to her – memories that until now, were somehow, inexplicably gone.

She has no doubt that they’re real. But at the same time… her time in this school feels real, too – she can vaguely remember faces, and even names, but… that doesn’t make any sense. They can’t both be real. So… which set of memories are a lie?

Afraid, Satoko sits there, feeling overwhelmed by the sounds of people talking and the weight of the memories in her mind. Thinking about it, she can’t really remember why and how she even arrived at this school, and as she realizes that, an icy fear grips her heart, leaving her feeling ill with fear. It’s not right. None of this is right!

Yes, it’s… this school. This school has to be the lie – that’s the only thing that makes sense! Eventually, Satoko stands, an anxiety written on her face that makes her look sick, as she desperately tries to figure out what she should do. Should she leave- can she even leave? How would she get back to Hinamizawa? And despite everything, throughout it all, there’s a persistent nagging fear in the back of her mind – that she’s wrong, and it’s Hinamizawa that’s the lie. After all, she remembers this school – doesn’t she? ]

Ahh, I don’t understand! [ She mutters to herself, almost on the verge of tears. She manages to blink them away, but the tightness in her chest is only growing stronger. ] What on earth… am I even thinking?

GAMES NIGHT.

Ohohoho! I do hope you’re ready for me to defeat you all!

[ Satoko laughs haughtily as she prematurely declares her victory over the rest of the students in class 1-B. She seems awfully confident, and there’s clearly been a drastic change in her attitude compared to how she was a few days ago!

The moment she heard about the games night, Satoko knew she had to attend. And to her delight, it’s more than lived up to her expectations so far! There are all kinds of games set up for her to partake in; both familiar and unfamiliar, old and new, and there’s enough of a competitive spirit in the room to keep things exciting, too. In fact, Satoko’s not quite sure where to start, with the number of choices available to her. And so… ]

I wonder if anyone here is brave enough to be my opponent? No matter the game, I guarantee you I won’t lose!

[ …She declares, a smug smile on her face. Will you take her up on her challenge? ]

04/10 – 04/30 ]

[ The voices won’t stop.

Over and over again, they tell her she’s weak. That she hasn’t changed from how she was a year ago at all; that she’s still a burden, someone who’ll never change, no matter how hard she tells herself she’s trying. …They accuse her of all kinds of things… and no matter how hard she tries to ignore them, Satoko can’t help but wonder if they’re true. The reason she’s trying to become strong… is it really so that Satoshi won’t suffer anymore? Or does she just selfishly want him back, want him to be proud of her, without caring about what he wants at all?

The kind Rena-san reminds her of her sins. Keiichi-san, her new nii-nii, tells her she can’t ignore the past. …Even now, though, she doesn’t hear Satoshi’s voice. After all, he’s gone, isn’t he? He doesn’t want to speak to her again, not even in a place like this.

And she’s so tired. Both physically and emotionally, she’s exhausted – the thought of doing anything at all sounds like far too much effort, and that only makes her hate herself all the more. How can she claim she’s strong, when just a few voices are enough to put her in such a state? Looking at herself in the mirror, Satoko stares at her reflection… and speaks to herself, unaware that she isn’t alone. ]

Enough… I understand, already. I already know… how much I hurt him…

WILCARD.

[ Feel free to throw anything at Satoko here! I'm available at Rivenix if you'd like to plot, or if you'd like a custom starter, too! ]

opening ceremony

[miisdealt]

[It only takes her a second to recognize a familiar head of hair and that makes her breath still, her heart swell with many mixed emotions.

But without thinking much more about it, she scrambles to race to her, to someone who's the most important to her...]

... Satoko?

[Her voice shakes and cracks. And for once, she doesn't sound like the teen that she looks like, or even the hundred year looper that she should be. No, there's the childish intones as well.]

That's really you, right?

[Not a dream, a hallucination--the real Houjou Satoko.]

[dereban]

[Well, of course it's to be expected from a school like this that they haven't found a proper replacement for the principal and vice principal, but... hearing the whole thing about violence being prohibited is interesting. Will they actually follow through with that, she wonders. That's something that time will only seem to tell.

But it's so weird to have things feel like 'business as usual'.

She was expecting the worst out of all of this, so it just hits her like a proverbial truck that it's literally nothing.

Well, thank fuck, but at the same time--is this just the calm before the storm?]

↳ option one ( closed to third years )

[Ugh.

After the fiasco that was "being stuck in a maid outfit", she absolutely dreads having in involve herself in any further group projects. And yet, here she is, sighing deeply.

If you're a third year transfer student, maybe you're the one that's wound up paired up with her and while there's a part of her that's so deeply irritated at this development--

--like, why are they flipping the script in the beginning of the school year?--

Well. Maybe it's because it's the beginning of the school year that they're doing this, but still. It's odd. Nevertheless, she smiles in a way that's uncharacteristic for those who have seen her in the past.]

Well, if we're going to do a group project together, we're going to make this the best one in the class, got it? So you better not hold me back.

↳ option two

[Bonding events are totally not her thing, and she definitely wasn't the type to show up and participate in them, but for those who come to karaoke night, they'll see Inaba show up, check the music, decide on a single song--

Mic drop, and then walk out.

Peace.

Someone probably should ask her what the hell was that about, why is she leaving, excuse me???]

↳ option three

[Once the mysterious shadowy figures seem to set into the school and she notices it, the fatigue hits. Of course, being someone who already struggles with sleeping, this is something that makes her feel worse, even when she decides to drink more caffinated drinks.

The coldness too is being offset with more layers, with her wearing blanket upon blankets during the afterschool hours.

And then there's the whispers, mocking her about how alone she is and feels. How she clings onto a life that's far, far gone. To a person who isn't here. Words such as "you're dead, you're here, he's not, he might still be alive, he might be dating someone else by now" and repetitions of that.

It eats away at her and while she's used to hearing voices - not that she'd actually thank Heartseed for the phenomena - and tries to ignore it all.

Ignore what they're saying, she thinks. This is just like those weirdass dreams. If I don't react to them, they'll go away eventually, out of disinterest.

But even if the words don't cling to her proverbially, there are other factors in play, too.

Those in her class will notice that she's yawning quite frequently and while she does answer when called for any questions, her voice is much more drawn out than usual. And given how she tends to isolate herself for long periods of time, there are times when she basically almost collapses on her feet. She can't help but laugh to herself about all of this, though. And those in the halls just might overhear it as she clutches onto her magatama pendant as if her life depends on it.]

Ha... I wonder if this really is a sign that I should stop relying on you...

[It's a cold, bitter laugh as she says those words, leaning against a wall as if it'd help stabilize her footing. She's probably fine, though, don't worry about it. Or do.]

↳ option wildcard

[Want something else? I'm pretty much open for most things. Inaba can generally be found frequently in the library, nurse's office, workshop and cooking rooms most frequently outside of her classroom, although honestly feel free to meet her in other locations. She doesn't really go to the dorms that often and can be found sleeping in various locations of the school each day. It's always a different room every day, there's no exact rhyme or reason for it.

More specific plotting can be done via PM, Discord (Len#9692), my plotting post or hitting me up at tsundereban!]

3

[waitingforplayer2]

[ They've only spoken a few times, but Nanami already knows to keep an eye out for her - Inaba doesn't sleep in the dorms, after all. She's going to be susceptible.

So when she sees Inaba muttering to herself and staggering in the hall, Nanami's there at her side, resting a hand on Inaba's back. ]

It's okay. It's just you and me. Hey, do you wanna play a game?

[ She gestures to the GGA tucked under her arm, stuck on a pause screen. ]

Tsumugi Shirogane | Danganronpa V3

[profiction]

[A. Welcome Ceremony]

Ah... huh. [Tsumugi trails off with an astonished mutter, staring around the room and blinking slowly. This was... Sure something, huh. The familiarity of it all is almost unnerving, really.]

This isn't the sort of isekai adventure I thought I'd be part of. I'm pretty sure I've read manga like this before. Or maybe it's like that one anime, with the kids trapped in the school, but it's actually purgatory?

[She brushes her skirts of and stands there, staring thoughtfully into space, looking much more like a mannequin stuck there than a person. The problem is that she's definitely in the way, so maybe try to encourage her to move...]

[B. 08:00 04/06-04/09]

[Perhaps you've been asked to find a student who meets requirements that Tsumugi fits? She can be found wandering the halls, staring at the list she has, or looking at the club offers.]

Is there a sewing club, or a cosplay club, or something like that...? I guess if I have to join a club, something like that or a manga club would be nice. I am the Ultimate Cosplayer, after all...

[What does that even mean 'Mugi...]

[C. Mirror, Mirror.]

Eep! [Tsumugi flinches away from a mirror, shivering violently. The whispers in her ear are almost too much-- whispers of failures, or disappointments. She tries not to listen, not wanting to be reminded of what happened shortly before she came this strange school.

She clamps her hands over her ears and crouches down, squeezing her eyes shut]

S-stop! Be quiet! Leave me alone!

[D. Wildcard]

[Obligatory wildcard! Tsumugi is from the ending of DRV3, but I'll avoid spoilers unless they come up directly in a thread. I'll warn for them!]

B

[commences]

( as much as she talks to herself, it's enough to allow komaeda to hear what's important— her ultimate title, but he had wondered who it was that shined brighter than the other students here, an unfamiliar aura he hadn't encountered yet. the young man that walks up to her has a prosthetic arm for his left, and a regular, organic one for his right that has a yellow scarf wrapped around his wrist; something to hide his tallies. )

There is one! ( he's helping, let him help without answering which there is one of. ) With your talent! I'm sure you'll be able to make them more well-known!

( with a person that's coated in hope that can bring forth the effort of others who lack talent, he's more than please— no, ecstatic to see her take part in the sewing club. his hands shake, and he has to force his hands into his casual jacket's pockets to keep himself from grabbing her head and showering the female in praise.

calm down komaeda, be cool, be chill. they thought you how to be a... normal person when it counts. )

I— If I can help you, I will!

[moraloutrage]

A. Opening Ceremony

[It's the start of a brand new school year, and Kiyotaka Ishimaru files into the auditorium for the opening ceremony. It's a strange feeling to start a new year here, as it mean that it has not been over one year since he first arrived in this school. He remembers that time, and the denial he lived in. He had convinced himself that he must have succeeded in escaping Hope's Peak Academy and found shelter in a different school. But the truth, the brutal reality of the situation eventually hit him from several different angles. He learned that this was an environment rife with its own brand of violence and murder. He was forced into a deathmatch in which he stood as the blood-stained victor. Many friends were made and lost. And he's been forced to face the basic facts of this situation: that he is dead, and this is the afterlife.

But from that, he has rebuilt. He's become the president of the student council, and he's been working to make the lives of the students here better. Now he knows a truer purpose, to work hard at improving himself and helping his fellow students to do the same. So it's with a greater sense of peace that he sits to listen to the opening ceremony. there's still some tension, some fear, some dread, as part of him will always worry about some horrible new danger coming out of nowhere. But for the moment, his fears are unfounded. In fact, the teacher's speech speaks to him. Personal growth... strong bonds... the power to shape the future... and a condemnation of violence.

Sure, it's just the words of one teacher. There is still the threat of further discord and destruction among the student body. But hearing this voiced by an official of the school as part of the ceremong that ushers in the school year? That's enough for Ishimaru to believe. To hope. Tears build up in his eyes, and once he can move again, he swiftly rises to deliver a standing ovation.]

That was beautifully said! Now let us do our best to make those sentiments a reality. Let us all work hard and do our best for the sake of a peaceful school year!

B.

[It's an exciting week for Ishimaru. Not only does he get to attend classes again, there's also several days of bonding exercises to go through! Now that sounds like a good step to him, towards building up existing friendships and making new ones. One never knows when new faces may suddenly become apparent in the school, after all! He'll take part in every activity held throughout the week:

- During the Team Building Scavenger Hunt, Ishimaru will dutifully seek out people listed in his instructions! Perhaps he needs to do a good deed for someone, in which case he will follow them from a few yards back until he finds any opportunity, no matter how small, to swoop in and help! Or perhaps he has to introduce himself to a new student - in which case, the moment he sees someone he doesn't recognize, he will make a beeline directly towards them to introduce himself, bombastically: "I am Kiyotaka Ishumaru! I am your current student council president, and I was also known as the Ultimate Public Morals Committee Member at my previous school. I believe in bold simplicity, and I follow the path of hard work! Let's get along as we embark on our education crusade!"

- On karaoke night, Ishimaru feels less confident. He's not exactly a practiced singer, and he knows that karaoke can be considered to be an intimate activity, but this is fine. This is just another team-building exercise. He can do this! Gripping a microphone tightly, he tries to sort through a number of CDs that he knows nothing about!

- And then there's game night. At least he has more practice when it comes to games! He might seek out a strategy-based board game to set up, or he could be seen studying the rules to a card game. Or eventually he'll make his way to the television, to try some rounds of video games! Feel free to join him.]

C.

[Some students have been so messy! Ishimaru frowns, disoriented somewhat by the sight of blood on one of the mirrors. Despite the feeling of vertigo, he wields a cloth to try to clean it! But he pauses as he looks into the mirror, because he's sure that... he sees something. A shadow in the mirror. A darkness.

Not only that, he feels a chill throughout his whole body. It's like his energy is leaving him! And at the same time, he feels whispers dragging him down.

Idiot. Do you really think you're making a difference? The murders will continue, and you'll be as helpless as ever to stop any of them. No one's getting better. Not even you. If you think you've changed even a single bit, that just proves what a fool you really are...

Ishimaru winces and tries his best to ignore the voice while making feeble attempts at continuing his cleaning.]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt or hit me up for plotting!]

A

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami hears the Student Council President's words, and can't help but break out in a wide grin on hearing them. That's her friend and her classmate, and he's rousing the students around him (or well, trying), and she's just really proud of him and glad to see him here.

After the ceremony, she rushes over to him, just a few rows over, waving a pamphlet that the school's been giving out. ] They're doing bonding exercises all week!! It's way better than classes!

[violetlies]

A is for Announcements at the Opening Ceremony

[After that rebriefing by Nene, Kokichi's far more aware of his surroundings. Trusting of them? No. Never. Perish the thought. But he's aware and that's what matters. He's here by himself - apart from Kaede, who he hasn't seen yet, and Nene, who he's given the tiniest sliver of trust since she got him up to speed.

Still, this means he's yawning, trying to make an effort to seem bored when he's actually paying attention.]

Ugh. Why can't we get up...

[He's also wriggling in his seat. He hates being trapped. Free him.]

B is for Bonding Exercises

What a crock of shit.

[That's the first thing Kokichi dryly says, after being handed his list of tasks. For the Scavenger Hunt, he's probably crumpled the paper up into a paper airplane and is boredly sitting at a desk, flying it around his head. Better that than go do these backpatting exercises. As if.

Karaoke Night, however, is an entirely different story. He's rifling through the CDs, cackling to himself as he pulls out all the ones that he thinks could be some level of memetic. And then he holds one up like a treasure, and slowly lowers it to his mouth, kissing it.]

My precious. My precious Backstreet's Back. It is time.

[He's gonna do it. He's definitely gonna do it unless someone stops him, because he's completely certain this is the best way to make his presence known once more.

Game Night has Kokichi immediately wide-eyed, bolting for the N64 and rifling through the games.]

Gimmie Conker's Bad Fur Day. C'mon, c'mon....Goldeneye, at least....

[He's gonna pick Oddjob if he plays Goldeneye and he's going to have no shame in it because he is That Guy. Of course, he could also be dragged into playing other games...]

C is for Cold

[It's not like Kokichi hasn't taken notice of the oddities going around. The scraped up students. The cold air. The whispers. He doesn't care about the cold. It's the mocking whispers that get to him.]

Why don't you remember? Why weren't you truly here if you cared?

[It doesn't help that he's imagining them being from Shuichi.]

Oma-kun. Oma-kun. Oma-kun.

[He grits his teeth as he walks down the hall, the whispering continuing to bounce through his mind.]

You know what you've done. You'll never apologize. You don't have the courage. You're a coward, that's what you are. A waste.

[And that's when he shoves someone to the side roughly.]

Get out of my way.

[He's in a terrible mood.]

D is for Done
[Wild Card. Whatever else you can think of, hit me with it. Alternatively, plot with me at osomatsuniisan.]

b game night

[necrophily]

[ dito really doesn't want to be here. he would rather be slumming it with the students that are wandering in and out like they've gotten the shit beat out of. it's honestly the only reason he's showing up to these cute little student events, in a chance to get more encounters with individuals like that.

unfortunately, it's boring today.

but he can still get merit points or entertainment out of this.

he frowns, looking around for anyone who isn't occupied. (un)luckily, ouma is the one.

dito taps his shoulder passively before shaking a box of dice and holding up a deck of cards in front of the other. ]

You good with the classics?

compsci-chan | npc

[adsum]

a. opening ceremony
[ There's a girl hanging around the bulletin board along with the other students. It's nothing of interest, really, as they all gossip amongst each other and speak of the upcoming events and clubs - really, the only thing of interest about her is the hazel eyes and the way part of her hair is pulled back in a teal scrunchie - really, something barely noticeable amongst the crowd of students with black hair and brown eyes that fade in and out of one's attention without ever truly committing to memory.

She places her index finger just beneath her bottom lip as she examines the board, her head bobbing from left to right. ]

Whaaat... It's the same as last year...

[ There's a little huff. Then, as though just now realizing it: ]

Oh, wait... What happened to the vice principal...? Hey, hey, do you know~? Did she finally elope!? Ooh, I heard that her and the principal were secretly a thing, you know...!?

[ Who is she asking? Maybe the person next to her. Maybe you. Who knows. Either way, she seems pretty excited about that idea. ]

b. throughout the school (remainder of the month)
[ The girl from the opening ceremony can be found wandering throughout the school for the rest of the month. She seems to be in room 1-D, in the Computer Science class, and the workshop after class. She rests her hand in her palm during classes and doodles during boring lectures, spaces out, and tends to wander while looking at pages of something or another as she passes out through doors and throughout the hallway mumbling to herself about this and that - it wouldn't be wrong to assume she's the spacey type of person who wastes their intellect due to focusing on their attention on other things.

In particular, she seems to have a knack for programming and engineering, and can frequently be found complaining about the "ancient technology" present int the school while in the workshop.

More importantly, if she has the chance, she'll gossip to you about other students, romance, who's seeing who, and other such affairs. Please come to her with all your gossip, and for your gossip needs. ]

c.wildcard
[ hit me up at pfle and we'll figure something out. private prompts following for komaeda, midori, nanami & shin. ]

@nagito komaeda, 04/07

[adsum]

[ Nagito Komaeda has no need to come to classes any longer. After all, he's both a faculty member and the person who runs the student store, and so she doesn't quite worry about running into him. In fact, she's made a point of ensuring her electives aren't philosophy in order to avoid the embarrassment of running into him, and she gets al of her student supplies elsewhere! It's a brilliant plan, really, to ensure she doesn't embarrass herself in front of him.

Except that's not what happens today. Maybe it's because she's been so focused on the start of the year, attempting to get to know the new students and transfers and thanking Shin, but she didn't even notice him there - no, she doesn't notice Komaeda at all until her dipped head hits against his chest and she scrambles back. Her face flushes as she looks up and sees who it is, her gaze darting to the side, her grip on the paper containing various upcoming events tightening.

That should be enough humiliation for one day, except there goes the strap of her bag - it clatters to the floor, and various pens and pencils and other utensils scatter about the floor loudly. If that weren't enough, the way that the desk she knocks into tips over and somehow tips into another and makes a complete mess of the classroom will be. It's tipped desk and utensils and leftover notebooks and desks and chairs, and it's so noisy that she's certain the entire school hear tit.

...

Ahhh, she wants to die... But no! She has to play it cool, so, best to pretend that none of that happened, despite her red face and inability to keep eye contact...! ]

...... K-Komaeda-san! I-I.. I didn't see you there...!

Chiaki Nanami | Danganronpa

[waitingforplayer2]

04/07: Scavenger Hunt

[ The very first bonding exercise is a game. How could she possibly get so lucky?? But it's a game about making bonds with new friends... those are harder. She still loves them though.

All day Wednesday, Nanami'll be running around with a clipboard - maybe she's dragged you along to ask questions of random students. Or maybe she'll approach you specifically. ]

Excuse me!! Can I ask you a question? Are you... [ Wait, she has to check her notes. She squints at the clipboard. ] If you could only eat one food on a desert island for the rest of your life, what would it be?

[ These are weird questions... ]

04/09: Truth or Dare?

[ Either somebody roped her into this, or she heard it was a type of game she'd never tried before, and she was just too curious. Either way, Nanami definitely feels like she's in over her head.

But it's all for the sake of bonding!! And that's the most important thing. So with a resolute look, she turns to you and asks. ] Okay, so... truth or dare?

Rest of the month: Out of It

[ It's impossible to miss the whispers. She notices it most in between classes, walking by herself as she plays her Game Girl Advance with one of the new games she got for her birthday.

It's her classmates, it's her teacher, it's the mastermind, all calling to her, asking where she is, when she'll come back to them. She'll stop in the middle of the hallway, shake herself, and try to keep going - trying to ignore the not-quite-voices.


Or maybe you're the one in trouble. Maybe you can't keep from hearing them, maybe you're seeing things in mirrors... something's distracting you, something's calling you. And out of nowhere, Nanami's there in front of you. ]

Hey! Do you wanna play the next round? [ She pushes the Game Girl Advance under your nose, distracting you from those idle thoughts. Game on? ]

Wildcard!

[ Feel free to rope Nanami into any other bonding event or situation you'd like! She can also be found at the game night on 04/09, so you can also meet her there. ]

scavenger hunt

[miisdealt]

Curry. It's a versatile food, and you can have it both sweet and spicy. Although I will admit that I'm much more of a spicy food person, myself.

[notsosou]

A. I always feel like somebody’s watching meeee
It’s freezing in the school, and at first Shin thinks it might be a last-second cold snap, winter leaving spring something else to make them all miserable apart from all the off and on showers of rain. He shivers as he passes in the hallways, new bag over his shoulder, jacket drawn in close, and hopes he isn’t getting a cold when his breath mists.

Then the whispers start. It’s particularly bad late at night when he’s alone in the shop, especially since things have been knocking themselves off shelves lately, so Shin’s frustration is easy pickings in tying it into his deeper concerns. His feelings of inadequacy, the guilt he hides even from himself, his confliction between the desire to connect and the fear of making mistakes, an untapped well of simmering anger and heartbroken resentment sitting in his gut like the lava chamber of a dormant volcano. For some reason, touching the gold chain and bringing out the compass dangling on the end makes it back off a bit, which is what clued Shin into the fact this isn’t just his mind at work, but it’s been working less and less. He’s somehow even more unhappily hunched in on himself when out and about, and you might be able to catch him muttering ‘shut up’ at the air with vehemence and then him stutteringly apologizing if he thinks you think he’s directed it at you.

Mirrors are hard to avoid when they’re in all the bathrooms and he’s trying not to look, not to acknowledge, but his gaze can’t help but flick up and the figure tilts its head and places it’s palm on the glass, causing him to jolt back and then glance around to see if anyone saw that.]

B. whoaaooaa we’re halfway there
[Shin’s reaction to most of the bonding activities scattered around is avoidance, partly because they’re setting off a part of his brain that’s making comparisons to Attractions, but also from just social awkwardness. It’s not hard to catch him in one or convince him though, especially since they make the whispering take a break, and after a certain point he might just be fully immersed in it. If he knows you he might even approach you about one! …as long as it doesn’t have anything resembling truth or dare in it.

A case in point, karaoke… which should be his worst nightmare, but drunk on enough encouragement Shin will take the stage… metaphorically at least unless we somehow have acquired an actual stage. His voice starts out a little uncertain, feeling out the song, but he quickly gets really into it, forgetting he’s being watched and losing himself in the music, one fist rolled in towards his chest and the other holding the mike. His voice is actually pretty good! Quiet and soft but clear, with only a faint rasp if you’re really listening.

It’s a good song, too! He blinks as it ends and reality sinks back in, turning his head.]

Ahaha, anyone want to do a duet? [There’s a competitive gleam in his eye; he’s actually having fun.] Just don’t be surprised if you lose…

C. Wildcard!

[Got any ideas? Hit me up or go for it!]

B

[miisdealt]

I'm not sure what singing has to do with losing, it isn't as if it's a game, right...?

[Unless it is?

To which case, she is willing to play and win if she has to.]

[antitoxin]

01) thank you all for everything you've done.
•　open — 04/02, classroom 3-D

[ classes aren't in session yet, but that doesn't mean midori can't be found in his respective one. in his hand holds a pencil, one that he casually spins on the side of his index finger akin to a windmill without allowing it to fall, and his attention is elsewhere. perhaps he's thinking about something while keeping his body at work in other ways by holding the lighter side of the pen between his index and middle fingers, then twisting his hand inward, bringing your index down, and pulls his middle finger out the way. this goes on for a few more minutes until a smile pulls at his face, and with a flip of the pen into the air, he manages to catch it between his index and ring finger long before setting it on the desk's surface—

he's decided on what he wants to do.

pushing himself up from his desk, midori's ready to walk away from his desk until he hears something thump on a desk behind him. turning around, his eyes lower to a specific pouch of medical supplies that are familiar to him, but probably not to the person next to the desk who is passing by. they would either a) not know anything about it, or b) not have it on them, and so he understands that some unknown force has set it down for him. he must have been good lately. ]

Ah, thank you... how were you aware this is exactly what I needed?

[ with a pleasant smile, and kindness in his voice, he reaches out to take the item that's sitting on the desk, and inspects it with a turn of his hand. ]

02) i love you very much, i love you very much.
•　open — 04/06 - 04/09, hallway, bonding activity of your choice.

[ this sounds wonderful, being able to bond with others, be close to them, and understand what makes them motivated, and what disappoints them. with the various activities given to them, he's excited to take part, but for him... the chance to understand the human body comes first. so the person that he's accompanying will have to put up with him as he claps his hands together with a smile. ]

A Scavenger Hunt sounds fun, and oh, oh... Karaoke! Can you sing a tune, perhaps we could do a duet together ~ ♪

[ depending on the day, they could do a little of anything, but he seems to be interested in whatever the other wants to do. following along with the rhythm in their shared symphony and synchronization of interests in finding something that would stand out to them. his eyes sweep their surroundings from left to right, peering out the window as they pass where the sun slips past the screen, becoming darker on their end, and he walks over to push the screen open. ]

La la la... ~

[ a beautiful tune, as always, from him as always, and with one hand to his chest, and the other held outside— a gift falls right into the palm of his hand.

WooooOOoooO...!! ]

Oh?

03) now we'll dance together in the night.
•　open — 04/∞, nurse's office

Come in, come in. Have you made an appointment?

[ not unlike the counselor, midori sits with his legs crossed as he watches his visitor come into the room. with his hands on his lap, he gives a gentle smile while leaning back into his chair, and eyes close that causes a bit of crinkling in the corner before they open once more. ]

If you need to talk, Maple is free, but if you're injured, do tell me what ails you.

[ by his side is a glass bowl with a lid of sweets for a person to enjoy if they so choose, and he even lifts a hand towards them to make them known. ]

Have a few.

04) c'mon let's have some fun.
•　wildcard

[ this is the wildcard section for anything you want to do. want to wish him happy birthday even though he's not so sou that you know? yeah, do that. you want to do any memory fixing or maintenance stuff.. that too... yeah, let's wild out! you can find midori at the dormitory (moon four), nurse's office, and his classroom. ]

04/06 — maple

[antitoxin]

[ it's the sound of a click behind him that brings midori to close his working laptop, the lid also locking shut with a soft click as he doesn't turn around in his seat. he knows the clack of those heels anywhere, and he would know his own creation without any problems, and so with a bit of flair, he doesn't turn around to face her even if she'd rather he do that. ]

Maple, you've come right on time.

[ he hums slowly turning in his chair now so he can face her, and with a cross of his legs. ]

Care to dance? This week is about bonding.

[ maple can scan the room and she'll see a specific boombox resting on one of the cots, so she can assume that midori took it in his spare time. ]

Joe Tazuna | Your Turn to Die | OTA

[gatetohell]

I. Aren't You Cheerful?

( Welcome Back | 4/06 )

[ The energy of the club fair is definitely infectious; it’s hard not to feel pumped about it. Even then, Joe’s… probably overdoing it a bit.

He doesn’t have a table like the rest of the clubs, but he still definitely stands out. He’s standing next to a boombox playing loud rock music, and Joe is wearing a white cloth around his forehead as a headband with a soccer ball in one hand. In the other hand, he’s got a some kind of handmade megaphone made from a curled paper to carry his voice as he shouts into it: ]

Come join the soccer team!! We want all players! It’s gonna be a blast!! Sign up for soccer today!

[ It sure is a sight… wait is he looking directly at you? ]

II. Reason It Out

( Scavenger Hunt | 4/07 )

[ Joe’s doing his best to jump into any activity he can for the rest of the week. Even the ones he’s not so good at everything, which includes the scavenger hunt. He’s reading over the list, scratching his head at the clues. The look on his face clearly gives away that he's already stumped, but when he notices someone observing him, his expression softens with a smile. ]

Hey, be my partner? I’m no good at this stuff, but I wanna give it a shot haha!

III. Prayer

( Karaoke | 4/08 )

[ Karaoke is definitely more on Joe’s level. In fact he’s having a really good time with it! He gets up every so often to sing along in a very goofy, infectious way, and when he’s seated, he cheers for whoever is up while shaking a tambourine. This is obviously something he enjoys a lot.

He’ll also encourage anyone who hasn’t gone up to sing yet to sign up: ]

C’mon, it'll be a ton of fun! I’ll even go sing with you if it helps! We’ll be a kick ass duo!

IV. Kind Moment

( Game Night | 4/09 )

[ Joe can also be found at the last group activity of the week, eager to play some games with friends new and old. He’s mostly sticking to board games, and although he’s losing most games, he still seems like he’s having a lot of fun. He’s trying all of them out, and much like with karaoke, encouraging people to join in too. ]

It’s a really fun game; I can teach you how to play if you don’t know how!

V. Gate to Hell

( Lingering Dread | 04/10-04/30~ | cw’s: possible YTTD spoilers, heavy guilt )

[ Despite everything that happened at the start of the month and Joe’s usual laid back demeanor, the lingering dread that haunts the school takes effect on him too.

Lately, those staying in the dorms will probably notice he’s spending a lot of time in the common room. Doing any school work or otherwise out where people are, and sometimes even falling asleep on one of the couches. As the month goes on, he’s not looking physically well either. He’s sleeping a lot more, and he can’t seem to stay warm.

Every so often, he can be caught mumbling to himself too. ]

I-I know… I’m sorry… it’s not that I’m not grateful… but… I just …

[ His voice trails off as his eyes close, but they’ll slowly open when he notices someone else is nearby. He opens his mouth to say something then closes it after a moment, like he doesn’t have the energy to finish his thought anymore. His eyes drift down with a slow sign. ]

VI. Wildcard

(( If these prompts aren’t working for you, feel free to make your own! Plot with me at sekoshi or through discord!! ))

3

[waitingforplayer2]

You really think so?

[ Nanami's been avoiding the stage all night, despite how much she's enjoyed seeing her classmates sing. She awkwardly fumbles at her game console, pressing pause and looking uneasily at the empty stage. ]

I've never done it before...

chiaki nanami (ai) | danganronpa

[protect]

a. opening ceremony - 04/05
[ The Vice Principal is gone, and in her place stands a teacher. The speech drones on, covering various issues from the past year and emphasizing the importance of personal growth and forming strong bonds. It's nostalgic in a way, reminding her of the beginning of her school trip. That, too, should have been about students connecting with each other, and it similarly went off the rails - albeit that was forced by external factors.

There's something uncomfortable about thinly veiled promise of of punishment, a word that could mean anything from a slap on the wrist for execution, but an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind, and it seems as though there should be a better option than retaliation. But Nanami can go nothing but watch and listen until the end, quiet and thoughtful as she processes the odd mix of encouragement and threats. ]

... What do you think they meant by "consequences?"

b. scavenger hunt - 04/07 - 04/09
[ Nanami has been going through the list, attempting this and that, asking questions and otherwise engaging in festivities. Throughout the week she'll approach others to see if they might not assist her, and if they agree she'll go through the options she has left in order to find one that's agreeable for both of them. But there's one in particular that gives her pause, and she reads it a couple times, blinking before slowly reading it off, ]

It says, "trace the hands of you and a friends on the whiteboard and turn them into the cutest family of hand-turkeys that anyone ever did see..."

[ The first part is self-explanatory, as it involves simply tracing one's hand. The latter might as well be written in a foreign language for as much as she's able to take away from it. ]

Hand turkeys... Oh, I get it... Maybe...

[ She repeats those words a little slowly, in an uncertain voice.

...

...

Whatever she's imagining is definitely not they actually are. ]

c. game night - 04/09
[ It's no surprise that the Ultimate Gamer would attend game night. She'll be trying out the various games and inviting people to play with her. She knows the majority, but there's a few that are new to her. The console games less so, as she sits in front of the TV with a controller. There's a second controller plugged in, though it doesn't seem to be in use,and if she sees someone approach she'll scoot over to make room and pat the space beside her to indicate for them to join. ]

... Do you want to play too? This one is more fun with two players.

d. various - 04/10 - 04/30
[ It's a cold that freezes a person right down to the core, leaving even the heart stopped in place by layers of ice. It's a loneliness that spreads throughout the mind, steadily draining a person of every last bit of motivation and desire. It's like everything's slipping away from her, as though even if those few people she has here are slipping out of her grasp, their hands pulling out of her own as they move forward while she's still rooted in place.

Nanami has always been a sleepy girl, perhaps even one that others could mistake as a little spacey if they only scratched the surface, but even compared to that she's particularly off. She rubs her eyes throughout the day, yawning and growing distracted. One can find her spacing out while staring in the mirror with tired eyes, or blankly at the screen of the arcade game in the dorms - Twilight Syndrome - moving through the murders that have occurred one after another in some vain effort to try and find an answer without having found the question to ask.

Or one might find her asleep in some odd place or another - sleeping standing up in front of said mirror, or maybe in that doorway that you need to get through, or sitting in front of your locket with a bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. Then again, maybe she's lucky and just dozed off by the wisteria tree (hopefully not getting rained on.) Endless possibilities. But regardless of where she is, that cold remains, and she trembles despite the warm weather. ]

e. wildcard
[ Pick your poison, or contact me at pfle and we'll plot something out. ]

D

[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's a warm day for April, and Nanami's been almost sleepwalking her way through the day. Classes seem even more boring than ever, and some are literal repeats of ones she's heard before.

Plus, she's fresh off of bonding activities that were WAY more fun than this, and she's got new games to play... she's very distracted, is all.

Not distracted enough, though, to not notice her sister slumped in front of her locker, legs sprawled out in the middle of the hall. Nanami very nearly tripped over her, but now she just stares for a bit, coming back to reality and taking in the sight in front of her. And the first thing she notices is the shivering. ]

Hey, hey. [ She kneels down by her sister and gently pulls at her shoulder to wake her up. Then she pulls off her hoodie and wraps it around the girl's front to give her more warmth. ] It's crowded here... let's get you somewhere softer to nap, okay?

Alice Liddell | Alice Madness Returns | TDM

[enoughnonsense]

(( OOC note: Alice is a very mentally unstable woman as a warning and can snap without warning. She also hates to be touched and hates doctors; I welcome both but she will likely not react well to either. I am also okay with any character who is familiar with the books or even a movie to recognize her name with it or possibly as a fictional character in general! ))

I. Every Adventure Requires A First Step

( Opening Ceremony | 4/05 | cw’s: anxiety attack, generally unstable person, likely to cause a scene )

[ This is not Londerland…

Alice Liddell must’ve fallen down the rabbit hole or perhaps passed through a mirror yet again because she’s in a new place. A place she already knows she doesn’t like. Forced into a uniform, told to be quiet while listening to some higher power rattle on… this is a bad place. She hates it here. Why are they making her be here?

To whomever is sitting nearby her during the ceremony will notice Alice is struggling; she seems as if on the verge of a breakdown. Her leg is shaking to the point that her foot is tapping loudly, and she’s hunched over like she may be ill. She grips her new uniform tightly in balled fists while she slowly shakes her head. Her dark hair falls forward to cover her face, but someone may be able to catch her eyes bordering on tears. But what is most apparent is the mumbling she makes in a lowered voice, repeating over and over: ]

Nonsense… this is utter nonsense… nonsense… nonsense…

II. Why Is A Raven Like A Writing-Desk?

( Scavenger Hunt | 4/07 )

[ The days go on, and Alice is no closer to escape. She tried, don’t be mistaken, but all roads seem to lead back to this hellish institute. Even a mad woman like her knows better than to wander blindly into the woods without a plan.

While she managed to escape the welcome back party, she cannot be excused from the scavenger hunt. However that doesn’t mean she’s putting in much of an effort. She has her back in a corner in the hall, bright eyes darting around wildly at the people around her. In her hand is the paper she’s supposed to be filling out, gripping and ungripping it tightly into a miserable, crumbled mess.

If someone tries to approach (or really just get too close to her intentionally or not), she’ll loudly hiss: ]

I will not be put on display. Be on your way and leave me be…

III. The Best Way To Explain It Is To Do It

( Game Night | 4/09 )

[ Game night however seems to go a little better for her. Games are something Alice actually likes. Not that she trusts a single soul here, but seeing all the different games brings her some comfort. Finally a familiarity since her arrival.

She disregards most of it, though. Electronics scare her (definitely trying to steal her soul), and most board games seem needlessly complicated. Where are the jacks and dice games?

But finally she finds a classic: cards. You can do a lot with cards, she thinks. She claims a spot at an open table, sorting through the cards, and while she doesn’t openly invite anyone, she doesn’t shoo them away like before. She’ll even look up with a smile if someone is brave enough to sit with her. Albeit a semi cocky one as she starts to split the deck. ]

I will gladly play cards with you. But I warn you, I’m quite skilled at most card games including the gambling type. What should we start with then?

IV. We’re All Mad Here

( Lingering Dread | 04/10-04/30~ | cw’s: Slight body horror for an animal in linked image (A), mental breakdown (A + B), PTSD related to family death (B), possible violence (B; please let me know if you’d like to avoid that), blood (B) )

A. [ Alice can be found frequenting mirrors early in the month. It’s unclear why at first; she just seems to be staring at them. Eventually though she seems to be trying to shove herself into them. Just a hand at first but then her whole body. It seems to frustrate her very much that it’s not working, stumbling back with a loud huff. ]

Bloody thing… [ Her attention snaps up at the mirror again suddenly. ] Quiet, you mangy cat! If you have no good advice, I’d rather you leave me be. Or else would you like me to call the pound on you?

[ She seems to be talking to… nothing? No one? But if you look into the mirror, you may see the cat she’s referring too… ]

B. [ Later on, though, her deamer toward the mirrors seems to become more extreme. She’s not trying to cross through them any longer; she’s breaking them. Not subtly either; Alice’s making quite a scene over it by screaming as she loudly smashes the glass. She sobs loudly as she moves bathroom to bathroom to carry out her work, blood dripping from her raw hands as she does.

If someone tries to stop her, she will lash out violently, trying to harm whoever gets in her way. She’ll rave about doing it for the greater good before trying to run off again to continue her bloody deed. Be careful because she may be carrying a broken shard too…

If someone catches her in the act, she’ll snap toward them with wild, teary eyes but won’t attack necessarily. Yet. Instead she stumbles over words: ]

Th-They were there… I saw them! Mama… Papa… Lizzie! They said such horrible things! That’s not them… that’s not my family!!

V. Wildcard

(( If these prompts aren’t working for you, feel free to make your own! Plot with me at sekoshi or through discord!! ))

iii

[miisdealt]

Quite skilled, you say...? Then I suppose I'll have to see your skills in action, miss. Why don't we go for something most people know, then. Poker is alright with you?

[Rika's own eyes gleam with excitement, although her voice is certainly much more tampered and polite.]

alice yabusame | your turn to die

[shimashima]

a. 04/06-04/09 bonding activities

[ Fostering lasting bonds should be a positive goal — it shouldn't seem dubious — but something about this school organizing a variety of exercises for that purpose resembles games bartering trust. At least the stakes aren't quite so high, unless they're all being kept in the dark. There are no creepy opponents to avoid or defeat, and they don't face death during any activity or hanging over their heads, awaiting anyone who performs poorly. Everything should be straightforward and harmless.

Such as the scavenger hunt, which might require a joint effort, much like overcoming deadly tasks, but paper cuts are the worst threat that the lists pose. Alice can be seen with one such sheet of paper fastened to a clipboard, pen in hand, as he makes his rounds to cross items off one by one. Now and again, he pauses to frown at a few, or to glance around for the trail of clues to follow, or he strides over to others to seek out. ]

Share an unexpected piece of information about yourself. The instructions demand it, you see...

[ Then comes karaoke night, something familiar and nostalgic — though here, obviously everyone is sober. By now, the week's activities have become less off-putting, and the music room thrums with the proof. It's fun to watch and to participate, swept along; if he's challenged to a singing contest, Alice won't back down! No matter what song is chosen, his voice will ring out undaunted! Luckily, he isn't a bad singer...

Having spent some time playing games with Chiaki Nanami on several occasions, Alice doesn't object to attending the game night, either. Perhaps he'll have better luck this time, and win any round of any game! Even if it doesn't look like it just yet. ]

b. 04/10-04/30 shadows

[ As the days pass, it's as if the spreading chill and haunted mirrors set out to undo everything accomplished during the first week of the month. Determined though Alice may be to avoid looking at his reflection, after one spooky shadow sighting, it's impossible — particularly given the question of what to do about the ruined stripes in his hair. He restricts himself to quick glances whenever he needs to use a mirror, but even then that figure draws closer each time. The whispers are relentless, and the cold creeps under his skin, settling there.

He's not the only one, but the voices don't say anything that he hasn't thought himself. Lately, his mind keeps wandering back to those things over and over — there is no silencing them. That locker room, the weight of a realization taking shape. The selfishness of fleeing from pain.

It all takes its toll, and around school, Alice is on edge at first, quiet later, his thoughts elsewhere. Paying little attention to his surroundings, he might be to blame for any collisions before long. ]

c. wildcard

[ Feel free to request custom starters or tag this with anything! ]

C, 4/11

[commences]

( thoughts have plagued komaeda's mind for seconds, minutes, hours, day and even progressed through the weeks, unable to push them out of his mind. there are few things that he does which makes his concerns visible, that being his fingers digging into the map that he has in hand as he looks it over, staring at the dotted lines of a path he's made for himself in order to explore the forest to a certain part. that's where the dreams started, he remembers, where he saw scenarios that he knows he wasn't meant to see— invaded privacy of those that he knows, and it's why he's been avoiding certain people even harder.

trash like him knowing the importance of their lives means he's dirtying it even more— alice, add, and so on, once they find out they'll probably scold him, or even worse. it's not like komaeda can peel pain that well, but he doubts they would torture him. truthfully, they wouldn't do any of these incriminating actions, and it's just the negative part of his mind at work considering he likes these specific people so much that he's unable to express it without worry that something may happen to them.

add already hates him, and soon alice will too... his nails leave behind crescent moon shapes in the map that he's holding, and (un)luckily enough, he manages to bump into someone by the wisteria tree since his head was kept down while reading. knocked back a few steps, he doesn't even look up to see who he's bumped into. )

Ahaha... forgive me, a disgusting ant like me should be easy to avoid bumping into.

( it's said easily as he keeps his eyes on the paper, and he hums, he just has to go this direction to get to the forest and then... it's an early morning, he should be able to make it. )

rio ranger | your turn to die

[rearranger]

a. and I want to escape from here
( yogen hallways — 04/07-04/10 )

[ The school's way of trying to get students to bond seems astoundingly conventional. There's no real reason for him to partake in it, as it seems to him that there's both better ways to bond and precious little reason not to simply spoof it if anything. Still, he does run down the checklist of people and things to look for throughout the school. He murmurs the options aloud, frowning behind a colorful ice cream cone. ]

Find somebody who plays an instrument... Has a birthday in April... Is afraid of spiders... What kind of list is this?

b. The flowers are fated to wither
( nurse's office — 04/13 )

[ Those who happen to enter the nurse's office or pass by it on the evening of the thirteenth might catch sight of Ranger making his way out with a box covered in medical supplies. There's an assortment of tools stuffed there, first aid items, drugs, an IV bag, and other odds and ends. Midori has kept things tightly locked up, but Ranger was quick to square away matters on that front. He takes what's needed and nothing more.

Still, it's quite the sight to see, with him carefully balancing a box on one arm as he leans back to let it rest on his chest while holding a face card with the other, an umbrella tucked into the crook of his elbow, the handle hanging off of his arm. It would undoubtedly be easier if he would just let something go, but he's fine like this. It's fine. ]

c. After all, they bloom in the end
( various — 04/14-04/30 )

[ Glitches are an issue that can occur in even the most perfect, most tightly written system. It's simply a consequence of running a machine constantly, adding and modifying and changing data without once pausing. But this issue should be avoided through the sort of simple scans and repairs that all systems tend to have installed, and so Ranger has never much concerned himself with the possibility. Glitches are repaired before they take effect, viruses are never even allowed to enter. But even so, for the second time sine his arrival, something seems to be off.

The whispers concern him, but not so much as they could, as it seems to be a phenomena others are suffering from. The figures in the mirror are unsettling, but he can tolerate them, even as the freezing cold eats away at his body and anxiety and ill will cloud his thoughts. It's manageable, it has to be manageable, because he has work to do. It's manageable, because being around others makes it manageable, though it never seems to fade for very long.

But perhaps of more concern by that is the rather peculiar behavior he displays. Ranger can be found in various places throughout the remainder of the month - lounging in the library or common's room, sitting on the edge of the rooftop swinging his legs back and forth as he looks down, around hallways and more (really, he does seem to get around) - and most times he seems well enough. There's times, though, when he can be caught speaking to the empty air beside or in front of him, or lagging in conversations and movement.

It's as though there's a wrench stuck in the cogs of his mind at those times, keeping them from turning as they should. But he seems happy enough talking to the air and offers no complaint for the remainder, so maybe that's fine. ]

d. In the end
( wildcard )

[ Choose your own adventure, or hit me up at pfle and we'll work something out. ]

a

[commences]

It's fun!

( that familiar voice come from behind rio as said individual sets his chin on top of his head, and his free hand reaches out on the side to tap the list with thin finger, all but the index finger curling as he notes out the more easier ones. there's various requests asked and the only person who can finish it is the doll himself. )

It helps you learn about a person, it can brew hope if done correctly.

( he removes himself off of rio now, giving him space as he finally notices the ice cream card. ah, that's no good, it's sitting happily in the middle with no real feelings on the concept, but it's not like he won't indulge in it. he could give him a personal prize, one self-made that it would be worth it.

there's a lot to work with. )

So your first one is... an instrument? Mary Anne can play a bit of the piano. ( he probably can't play it well, but what matters is someone who can play an instrument, and it shouldn't matter if they're good or bad. ) Akamatsu-san can, too.

( so can komaeda, but this is about reaching out and learning about others. it's a good chance to try and stick a needle through ripped fabric and bring it back together so it's beautiful and warm once more, hence why he mentioned alice first before kaede.

he loves his ultimates, would point them out first, yet he realizes they need a change of pace. )

Who do you choose? Aha! Come on, come on... ( he's excited, quickly trying to get a response. )

rantarou amami | ndr v3

[sisters]

♢ return

04/23 — library

( so... doesn't seem like he's new here, huh? already, he's had a run-in (a couple) that've got him caught up on the situation, if only a little, but there's really a limit to what a well-meaning friend and a notebook can do. it's different from experiencing things himself, which has lent to him making his way through the halls with an easy smile and a sharp, suspicious look in eyes through the day. it's the library where he's finally decided to settle down now, leaning back in his chair with one leg tucked under him and a plain-looking rock in his hand. he's got it held up to his eye now, taking a look around the room to see if he can spot anything out of place or interesting, but it doesn't seem to— )

—Oh.

( simple and matter of fact, but he's not really doing anything to hide his surprise. oh. it's you he's looking at when he says it, brows raised and clearly a little surprised by what he sees, but maybe the person he's looking at is already aware; it must be cold, with something like that clinging to them as it is. )

♦ wildcard

anytime, anywhere

( want to do something else with amami? when he's not people-watching, he can also be found checking out the soccer club, survival club, nurse's office and classroom 2-B. feel free to drop a wildcard here or hit me at kagehira if you want to work something specific out. )

brace for impact

[silentabyss]

["Oh", but Noah doesn't register it, instead hearing the voice and thinking that he has to be going insane because there's no way—

His head whips around toward the origins of the voice, and whatever Noah was holding — some cat-print notebook and pens — gets tossed aside onto a nearby table as he closes the gap with several long strides. He does not hesitate.

Amami gets hugged. Hard. Probably hard enough to where it might have exacerbated those stab wounds he's always getting, in the past anyway.]

You're back...!