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adsum ([personal profile] adsum) wrote in [community profile] yogen2022-04-01 11:22 pm

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.

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.


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.
✽ 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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[personal profile] notsosou 2022-04-02 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
What do people say about our compsci teacher/night shift shopkeeper/poor meow meow?
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Satoko Houjou | Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni

[personal profile] certainwill 2022-04-02 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
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 [plurk.com profile] Rivenix if you'd like to plot, or if you'd like a custom starter, too! ]
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opening ceremony

[personal profile] miisdealt 2022-04-02 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] dereban 2022-04-02 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
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.)
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[personal profile] dereban 2022-04-02 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[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 [plurk.com profile] tsundereban!]
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[personal profile] certainwill 2022-04-02 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
R... Rika?

[ Satoko wears an expression that mirrors Rika's almost exactly - her heart skipping a beat when she realizes who she's looking at. This... this is Rika, right? But why does she look so much older? That doesn't make any sense... there's no explanation Satoko can think of that makes any sense. Yet this girl looks so much like the Rika she knows, and she even recognized Satoko!

Satoko wants to believe that it's Rika more than anything. She's so desperate to believe she's not alone, that Rika is really by her side, but... she doesn't know what's going on, or what to think. ]


Why are you- so grown up? [ It's not like Rika's an adult yet, but the contrast to the childish Rika that Satoko's familiar with is obvious. ] What's going on? I don't understand...
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[personal profile] miisdealt 2022-04-02 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Mii.

[She makes the same childish sound that she used to make, albeit a little awkwardly.]

I don't know why I'm older now... I woke up a while ago like this. But - right now, that isn't important. We probably should at least leave the auditorium and chat in private; I can explain everything I know then.
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04/15

[personal profile] protect 2022-04-02 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It starts with a little flicker of movement in the corner of her eye, and then it grows closer. Closer and closer, until it feels a though she's suffocating, a cold that freezes the lungs and eats away at the soul. Nanami notices it when she's alone, when that creeping loneliness sinks in and memories resurface, when she hugs herself tight to hold herself together. The moment she lets go, she's certain that it'll all spill out - her warmth, her feelings, everything that she's held onto so tightly all this time.

But even now, she can only think of the people around her who are struggling so much. It fills her heart when she's able to reach out to them, and it's as though just brushing away their shadows is enough to bring warmth and light back into her own life. She wants to support them; she wants to protect them, now and always. And so when she sees Satoko with a tired look in the mirror, speaking words that aren't meant for Nanami's ears, she doesn't think twice before approaching, ]


... Hojo-san? Are you okay?

[ They don't know each other well, but that doesn't mean she can't be there. ]
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Tsumugi Shirogane | Danganronpa V3

[personal profile] profiction 2022-04-02 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[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!]
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B

[personal profile] commences 2022-04-02 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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!
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b

[personal profile] heroicpolonaise 2022-04-03 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[a plain jane, with glasses and long straight black hair... that could be almost anyone in this school, actually, but the glasses part is the important bit -- not all the students have glasses, but

tsumugi in particular does, and it's hard not to recognize someone despite being apart for three months now.]


Shirogane-san! [what a familiar voice, huh] Shirogane-san, over here!

[please look over. stop your club hunt for a minute]
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[personal profile] moraloutrage 2022-04-03 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Please, feel free to spread rumors about him to your heart's content!
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[personal profile] moraloutrage 2022-04-03 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
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!]
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c. but noncanon because he's on death cd :(

[personal profile] sisters 2022-04-03 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
( it's not an everyday occurrence, to see someone panicking in the halls, crouched down with their hands over their ears—not when the student numbers had thinned out so much as they had before. like this though, it's hard not to wonder if it might be someone in the same position as the transfers when they first arrived here. it was admittedly a lot to take in, but as amami closes the distance between the two of them, any thoughts that might have followed disappear in an instant. )

Shirogane-san...

( stopping in front of her, he crouches down too, one hand resting on his knees and the other reaching tentatively to her arm—though not closing the distance quite enough to touch her. )

Hey, you okay? What's wrong?
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[personal profile] violetlies 2022-04-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
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 [plurk.com profile] osomatsuniisan.]
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[personal profile] waitingforplayer2 2022-04-03 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Surely the gamer twins have had rumors about them?...
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[personal profile] mermaidcursed 2022-04-03 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
i heard ishimaru was ripped. i heard he was shredded
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[personal profile] mermaidcursed 2022-04-03 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2022-04-03 06:42 (UTC)
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b game night

[personal profile] necrophily 2022-04-03 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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?

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