☆ somedays you wanna die like a star and somedays-- ☆

[starrypoint]

Who: Everyone
What: Murder discuss
When: April 12th, lunch time
Where: School Library
Warnings: usual murder stuff



[Anyway. so. subaru knows dito did it, he said so on the network, but they have some important things on their hands-- mainly like... the fact that komaeda is Not waking up? and the last time someone was coma'd that music girl did a meeting and steph woke up so like? yeah maybe this'll work.

anyway it's on lunch because that's the easiest time that subaru can set something up, but it's in the morning after he's a li'l more recovered from investigation and highness there's a network mention--]

yo my detective peeps come to the library ur needed to solve a crime!!! (jk lmao but for real come okay)

[and then subaru conks out really for a lot of class until the time itself, wishing he had a little of that wake up pink void shit that was in komaeda's mouth..........

nonetheless. library is... suspiciously cleared out save the librarian, but subaru's got signs pointing to the back and he's sitting on a table himself, one leg pulled up to rest his cheek on it as he waves to seats. there's a lot of chairs here. he took them from tables.]

Everyone here that's gonna be here? Cool. Anyway, Addy's dead but for like real instead of bein' timeline dead I guess and Maddy's, uh... Sleeping Beauty right now, if you catch my drift. Nothin' seems to wake him, and don't try the whole kissing thing 'cause you'll die too. Don't ask me how I know.

[it's between them, two other people, the blind girl, and god now.]

I know that asshole Didi spilled the beans about his being armed and dangerous on the forums and all, but how about we nut up for once and do something? We know who did it, so let's just work ourselves out and then kick his ass.

[...

because no matter who he is right now, komaeda's been a valuable friend to him, and he's beyond seething.]

Comments

[antitoxin]

[ as alice lunges forward, midori is quick enough to avoid being knocked into as eyes follow where his body moves to. the hallucinations are kicking in faster than he thought, but painful ones which works well for him because he can see what it is that causes alice to become so frantic. it's because of that gentleman that's in a coma, and due to what the conversation they had was... he must be begging for him to drink it so that he doesn't fall into the same problem that he's suffering himself.

midori scoots away just a bit as he watches the other on the floor reach out and wipe, but there's nothing there, and once he gets to his feet— tripping over them he guesses, and into the chair nearby...

...

oh he's a danger to himself and everyone else. midori wants alice unleashed NOW. sadly, he had to look like the caring doctor as he quickly rushes to the other's side. ]

Alice!! [ oh goodie! what interesting developments. ] Hey, Alice!! I need you to stop moving, I have to check your eyes...!

[ to see how blown out they are, and he'll watch which direction his eyes go to see where his day terrors are coming from.

"we'll be dead... mary anne wants us dead! ... figures. i thought he'd be different." pale green eyes look up to where reko is as he stares at her leg held up after the kick, and moving his hand quickly so that she doesn't step on him. komaeda's arms cross in his lap as he lays his legs out on the floor, and there's a small frown on his face as he looks away.

"family means nothing to him, he's only selfish... that's why he's the last one alive out of all of us." ]

[shimashima]

[ They don't really think those things, do they? Reko and Komaeda... Then again, he agreed to use that machine, like throwing a part of Reko away, and perhaps the others were right to question his decision, just as Reko and Komaeda aren't wrong to feel such contempt for him now.

Still, looking around wildly, in Midori's direction upon hearing his name, and then back at the reminders of how badly he failed as a brother, Alice reacts with another vehement shake of his head. He feels dizzier for it, and his arms are wrapped around the chair — now half-broken — as though it's a piece of driftwood, the room an ocean in a storm. The water settling inside his stomach once he stills wasn't salty, but it adds to the effect, keeping him near drowning. ]

N-No...! I don't want that at all... If I could—

[ A trade isn't possible — it's worthless to say it. ]

I'll fetch more water, so please—...!