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APRIL EVENT LOG/TDM
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.
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.
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.
✽ 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.
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.
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.
✽ 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.)
✽ 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.)
roll: 3
He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want to live that way either. He draws in a breath, gripping the front of his shirt as that chill sinks in, and his fingers are so numb and frozen that for several seconds he finds himself unable to move them at all.
Ranger has perfect memory, but if he were to forget something, it would be best for him not to remember. When he's finally able to lift his hand again, he sees that it's covered with the same red that coats his upper body. It's coated in red, and the rain seems to turn to ice as it hits. His future. ]
You're right.
[ He's always right. Ranger takes in another breath, closing his eyes as he eyes. The plan is already there in his mind. An ugly, gruesome, bloody affair that would stain the world and the minds of all who saw it. It'll be a scene coated in everything cruel and everything good and all that makes up the world.
Sweet dreams and cotton candy and a pleasant gateway all smeared with a vicarious substance, blood and organs and reminders of humanity, poison that fills the lungs and lets one's soul wisp away with the remaining vapors to a place with times so much better than void called life.
He continues watching, waiting for them to finish, and he rolls over onto his stomach and folds his hands on him. He could bottle up the drops that fall from the side, collect God's tears in a bottle, but it would do no good. The tears of humans are just a misunderstanding, people who don't understand their ritual, that don't understand that grand purpose meant for them nor how special they are.
He alternates between the breathtaking sight above them, and the even more beautiful sight of the person beside him. That voice which calls to him, the hand that helps guide him when he's uncertain. The rain doesn't hit him because he doesn't need to be cleaned, because he doesn't cause others to shed tears.
Cold skin beneath his trembling fingers, the metallic smell that hangs in the air, the stupid thought that this isn't how it was supposed to happen. A washcloth that gets rung out what feels like dozens of times, shampoo and soap and water. All the filth that the world tainted him was removed then.
Who was it? ]
If I make it as gruesome as possible, then it'll certainly catch his eye... The arsenic can be used to make gas. It'll hide the cause of death, and then the bodies can be used for anything...
[ Who is it? It doesn't matter. He pushes himself using his arms, sliding his knees beneath him, staring down at the concrete briefly. rain drips off of his face and hair. There's so much to do, and he can't let anyone see. That leaves a small window of time in which to do everything.
It's fine, his partner will be with him every step of the way. He looks up, managing a slight and shaky smile. Filthy, tainted, but so close to the end. His fingers curl. ]
Wanna get started? We didn't see a green light. Maybe it'll show up tomorrow... I just need to keep working hard...
no subject
( there's nothing here that ranger can let him down on when everything from here on out is so fragile, so pristine that one mistake will smudge on the future and they'll lose it. no matter how much rain falls, it'll never remove the blood that ranger has shed during his time here, the crimson color stuck to his fingers permeates through his artificial skin. it'll reside there for as long as ranger lives, ingrained in his memory because he can never forget the touch of warm bodies against the palm, nor the burning and cool sensation against his fingertips. it spreads through his body like a disease, and even though there's no blood actually on him, that virus makes the path months appear a reflection against his own body.
steady movement catches komaeda's attention, entranced by ranger that he doesn't move at all, stuck in place like the world has stopped despite the rain drizzling, covering ranger's body, making his clothes damp and sticky against his skin which is preferably better than red.
luckily for them, red is dorothy's yellow brick road that'll lead them to a place where they will have questions answered, and miracles given. even though there are several roads nearby for ranger to take, this one stands out, and offers the best conclusion that he's searching for. within a short time they'll be walking briskly hand in hand towards ▓▒▓▒▓▒; their hope tinkling merrily on the hard, red road-bed. they'll meet no scarecrow, no tin woodman, and no cowardly lion to boot, and they won't run into the road in disrepair— it'll lack chasm and deathly drops, ranger will walk across no problem, they'll enter and live happily.
finally komaeda blinks. )
—ty, they'll never know, it's a good option. Just like last time.
( he had always been talking...
the difficulties that poison proves to be, it's one that komaeda knows well as a caretaker of poison, but he's nothing more than a creation of a deteriorating mind. he knows as much as ranger knows, and so he runs with the idea just as easily as anything else that he desires. )
It'll be credited to you for taking us to the promise land...
( will the promised land have a green light, are they worthy of seeing something so beautiful and serene? he doesn't know the answer, but ranger should as komaeda pushes himself up from where he was... still free of any and all debris, and a pale hand reaches out to ranger for him to take. )
Tomorrow, huh...? Let's do it again, because we're partners after all!
roll: 5
There is no wicked witch, no cruel stepmother nor imp to put a stopper in his path. It's a straight road free of obstructions, requiring only for him to straight down it without letting his eyes wander. Nor is it a frightening thing when he'll have Komaeda's hand in his own. The entrance to that land for those around them will be peaceful, his own equally so. It's no different than curling up with a warm blanket with another during the winter, arms wrapped around each other and one laying their head on the chest of the other, the room quiet aside from soft breaths and the roaring fireplace.
It's a peaceful invitation. He'll be the only one who has to know, but it doesn't matter when Ranger understands. Happiness is within his reach. If he wishes it, he can have it, anytime.
He reaches up and takes the hand before him as he pulls himself up, fingers curling just as they should based on calculations. His mind is in shambles, carefully created code being torn apart like the pulled and frayed strings of a tangled ball of yarn, telling him that there's a meaning behind all of these actions for the first time. He'll find the four leaf clover in the field, birds of happiness, the rainbow fish with all its scales and the little mermaid, the green light, everlasting true love and life. He'll find himself reborn as something different, or perhaps the world will just be reborn so that what he is doesn't matter. He'll mean something; everything he's done will mean something, and no one will be able to accuse him of failure.
It only takes one throw. ]
... Yeah. Tomorrow, and the day after that, 'cause we're partners.
[ Those words are familiar, and he's already forgotten the uncertainty he felt moments ago. The only person who could stop him is before him, his one and only ally. He holds a hand that isn't there tight, his filthy hand not sullying his pale skin any more than the rain, and the first steps toward a paradise made for the two of them. ]