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Golden Week (closed to current characters)

On the 28th, Aiko Okane's body is returned to the auditorium, rotten and still thawing when the first student walks in upon her and screams themselves hoarse. She is swiftly removed and the auditorium is closed for the rest of the day for deep cleaning, the smell of disinfectant lingering for days after. In honor of the late student council president, a gorinto is later set up on one of the windowsills in the art room, stones perpetually damp and causing those who touch it to experience vivid flashbacks of flashing strobe lights so bright it's nauseating, a spinning room, hands covered in soot, a shadow moving from behind a bookcase, sharp pain in the back of the head—-

The school empties out for Golden Week starting on the 29th, and just like during spring break, the faculty office and nurse's office are locked and unavailable without the staff present. The library and club rooms remain open, but what supplies there were at the start of the school week won't be replenished until the end of break two weeks later— and there are many more mouths to feed now. At least those mouths don't include two cats, both of which make themselves scarce on the morning of the 29th and cannot be found at school for the remainder of break, possibly spooked and in hiding due to the arrival of a dozen repairmen who phase through the front doors to repair the ceilings and pipes. Faces obscured with gas masks, carrying bags of plaster and lugging toolboxes, the repairmen work tirelessly from six in the morning to six in the evening over the next three days, appearing not to see the others in the school— they do not hear anything said to them, and, if somebody tries to touch them, their bodies pass through one another like the shadow students through the doors. But the school looks a lot better by the end of the three days, the ceiling tiles secure so that they're no longer in danger of falling and must be forcibly pushed through to access the crawlspace, and entire sections of pipe replaced from underneath the fourth floor bathroom and the clog with it, resulting in slightly clearer water, though still very very lightly tinged pink.

The repairmen finish and leave the evening of the 1st, and that night, the sound of hissing can be heard just before the usual midnight silence. Even through gift fairy or homemade gas masks, the air smells slightly sour, heavy and hard to breathe, a white mist seen hanging around the school and in the courtyard outside that doesn't dissipate with the sunlight the following morning. Those unprotected start to feel ill, cold and feverish, uncomfortably bloated despite empty bellies. Out of the corner of their eyes they see glimpses of the person they miss the most, but nobody is there when they turn around. Their heads fill with whispered accusations of all their shortcomings, chiding and blaming and mocking in the disembodied voices of the people dearest to them until the constant white noise finally tapers off and disappears on the fourth night, and the mist lifts with the rising sun the morning of the 6th.

Skittering can be heard in the ceiling overhead. The rats are still alive.

05/06 06:00 (open to all)

You open your eyes.

Whether you're standing in the middle of the locker area or sitting up from under one of the classroom desks, the school feels a lot... brighter... than you remember in the last handful of years (years? somehow, it feels like years) that you've attended this school. Bright sunlight shining through the windows is almost nauseating to look at, as if on the cusp of a migraine, and words swim on textbook pages and is twice as difficult to understand. Maybe it's just back-to-school jitters, the nurse sympathizes if you visit the nurse's office, offering a mug of ginger tea to settle the stomach and a soft cot to lie down on for a few minutes, but break is over and there is so much to be excited for at school, especially the charity auction coming up in the next couple of days.

Donations are displayed in glass cases all around the auditorium, including items and services, a box of """cursed chalk""" that's surprisingly garnered a lot of interest, and a human body that unsurprisingly has not garnered much if at all. A skinny black cat can be seen lounging on top of the lattermost case, staring down at the students milling around the auditorium as they check their PDAs for merit points and murmur about it being too late and that they'll have to make do with what they have until the auction date on the 10th. More information about the auction can be found on the bulletin board, which also displays a new poster announcing an open seat in the student council in which all are encouraged to apply starting the 10th, and to run their campaigns until the 31st when an assembly will take place for approved candidates to debate.

Also updated on the bulletin board are the class rankings, current as of the start of the month, with class 1-B leading the pack and 2-C following close behind. With the weather as nice as it is, students of these two homerooms occasionally hold their classes outside in the courtyard this month, seated on the grass or on blankets around the wisteria tree as they balance chalkboard slates on their laps and listen to the lecture in the fresh air and warm sunlight. As long as they're with their teacher, characters in class 1-B and 2-C are able to exit into the courtyard this month, although if they stray too far out of the courtyard towards the pool area, their consciousness will start to fade until they leave the courtyard and black out completely.

For everybody regardless, there are classes to attend and quizzes to take and blood to pour out of your shoes because— uh?? You're in the middle of a quiz and pick up your eraser, but it's been replaced with one so dry and hard that all it does is smear the graphite and tear a hole in your paper. You get up from a long hour of class and nearly chip your teeth on the edge of the desk falling over because somebody's tied your ankle to the desk leg with quadruple-knotted twine. You're washing your hands in the bathroom and instead of liquid soap, the dispenser pours out silver glitter all over your hands and pants and shoes to coat for the rest of the month. You open your locker and are met with a face full of bees that burst out and causes everybody to evacuate the area until the janitor can coax them all outside. You're walking up the stairs and feel a tap on your shoulder but there's nobody when you turn around- nothing to explain the hard shove against your back or why the handrail is slicked with oil. All the while, snickering can be heard from somewhere behind you, little shadows darting away in the periphery of your vision, just out of reach.

Somebody has it out for you, but be glad it's just little things and not... well.

05/08 16:27 (open to all)

After school on the 8th, when Clamor is headed up the second floor stairwell to the clocktower, he'll find that the door doesn't push in easily, as if there were something blocking it. A harder push and he dislodges something heavy, dark red blood pouring out from the open door to soak through his shoes and those of anybody nearby as the world spins and pitches and falls apart.

The vertigo passes and you open your eyes. You're standing in an old schoolhouse with scorched walls and broken floorboards that creak as you walk through the halls, breathing air so cold it constricts your lungs and leaves in visible puffs. The body on the ground has turned wispy black, unmoving, while those around you— there were other students around you in the hallway, you swear, but aside from one or two, the rest have all turned into shadow, faceless and intangible as they move silently down the halls and through the walls. Two of them approach the body on the ground and lift it up by the armpits to drag away down the stairs towards the auditorium—- what's supposed to be the auditorium, but instead the doors open to reveal a gaping void, darkness as far as one can see as if nothing else exists past this door.

You were looking for a way out, weren't you? ...

The body is unceremoniously tossed into the void, never to be seen again, and with the creeping dread that comes with staring into the darkness for too long, you get the sense that the same will happen to you if you step past the threshold to nowhere. It's dark and quiet enough already in the rest of the school, with the lights off and the sky a perpetual dusk. This school evokes the same feeling of nostalgia as it always has, the same old building but so much older: books in the library prone to falling apart in your hands, all the food in the home economics room rotten and overgrown with mold, the wisteria tree in the courtyard gnarled and completely barren. But the water in the bathrooms and drinking fountains run clear and fresh, and in the mirrors hanging above the sinks you can see somebody else's face— you can see familiar people washing their hands or chatting with one another or smoking a joint or getting caught smoking a joint- you can see them but they can't see you, gazing through this portal to a normal high school life.

The glass feels warm when you place your palm against it. The glass tears and burns when you put your fist through it, painful enough to make you wince.

You open your eyes.

You're standing where you last remember before the world turned to darkness, floor sticky with blood but there is no body at your feet. Edgar? There is no student called Edgar Valden at this school, just like there is no Abel Nightroad or Makoto Naegi, their names not showing up anywhere on the class roster and their seats filled by another student that has always been part of the class. You're overthinking, or maybe you're just tired or hungry. Luckily for you, there is a lot of fresh meat stocked in the home economics room this month, thick rich slabs that cook like beef but taste like a mix of veal and pork and hope.

OOC

✽ This event log doubles as a TDM, with new characters experiencing the recurring feeling of drifting in (school life) and out (canon life) of sleep up until they "open their eyes," after which they will have full awareness and come to their senses. Pre-established cr is possible to some extent, as a varying degree of familiarity may remain, but all characters will be strangers to one another unless they know each other in canon.

✽ A new closed prompt will go up on the 10th for auction results and body investigation, and on the 31st for the student council assembly.

✽ After the 8th, any blood spilled in the school will result in characters in the vicinity seeing its transformation into a dilapidated version of the same building. Nearby npcs turn into shadows, while nearby pcs are brought into the other world together. Finding a mirror and breaking it will return the character to where they originally were, as if no time had passed.

✽ The layout of the transformed school is exactly the same as the original, with inaccessible locations remaining inaccessible. The exception is the auditorium which has been replaced by a void, and fully stepping into the void will result in permadeath and a drop from the game. TDM characters may step into the void as their "exit" any time during the month, but if they are apped into the game, that death will not be considered canon.

✽ Applications are always open on a rolling basis. The player cap is currently set at 40, but will lowered to 30 in June.

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Add | Elsword | OTA, I'm not apping him (p...robably) but he is here to Do Science

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[A - 5/6, auction]

[There's a new face at the auction today, standing in front of the corpse on display with a determined, unblinking stare. He looks a bit too young to be in high school, though his stark white hair and the blackened schlera in his left eye make it clear that he's not one of the "normal" students. He's been standing in front of the case for quite some time now, and from a distance it might appear that he's looking at the body inside... but no, actually, he's staring at the cat.

Add very badly wants to pet that cat.

Unfortunately... he is short. Frustratingly so. After awhile he starts pacing around the sides of the case, occasionally stopping to make that pspspspsps sound that cats like, or standing on his tiptoes like somehow he will be able to reach if he just believes in himself hard enough... but alas, nothing will bring him closer to the cute black cat. Life is cruel.

He's about to go and find a chair to stand on when he spots someone else—perhaps, a human footstool? The boy locks eyes with his victim and points, his expression deathly serious.]

You. Give me a boost.

[B - 5/8, otherworldly exploration]

[At some point, it's discovered that there's another version of the school—another world of sorts, one which only appears when blood is spilled, decrepit and haunted by shadowy figures. Curious.

If you've ended up here, perhaps you've run into Add. Despite everything that's going on, and despite how disturbing all of this should be to someone who just regained their memory... he doesn't seem all that bothered. He may have even come here intentionally, this time. Either way, he doesn't seem to be in any rush to leave just yet. He meanders, picking up objects just to see how easily they break, letting the clean water run down the drain for hours at a time, staring at the people in the mirrors as they go about their days... smearing a disgusting black ooze that smells like blood and sulphur all over said mirrors in what appears to be an attempt at communication... you know, normal stuff.

He can also be found standing near the auditorium entrance, staring into the black, empty void within. The terrifying aura it exudes doesn't seem to bother him, even when shadowy figures pass through to toss equally shadowy bodies into the bottomless depths. He simply observes, mumbling into his hand.]

What's on the other side, I wonder...?

a.

[commences]

( komaeda has been keeping his eye on this individual for awhile now, watching as he attempts to communicate with the feline by any means possible. what he learns is that through all his efforts, none of them seem work as he tries to accomplish his mission solo, and because of that, komaeda laughs softly to himself before looking the other way. he sees no reason to bother him, especially when he's taking the state of the body rather well — to komaeda, that's a feat within itself since not too many people can handle the sight. it's when he's about to leave from his spot that a voice calls out to him, and his brow raises as he turns back to see where it came from.

hm. sickly, pale green eyes meet with a special case of heterochromia, he doesn't seem to be completely bothered by it. in a way, it reminds him of something — or someone familiar, perhaps the design of how a monokuma's eye lights up on one side, and the other is normal for a typical bear. he doesn't stare for long though, and instead he looks from left to right as if in search for who the other is calling for. don't get him wrong, he'll help him if he needs it, but obviously it's not the ultimate he's talking to. )

Is that a friend of yours? Haha, I'm Nagito Komaeda... ( he pauses, looking them over one last time before he raises his hand up to feign his worry, he might be fucking with him... it's hard to tell. ) I can help you instead, if you want. ( how tall is add.... )

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["how tall is add" i'd tell you if kog would UPDATE THEIR OFFICIAL CHARACTER HEIGHT CHART FFS, but he is short enough to be mistaken for a middle schooler so he can probably fit on Komaeda's shoulders.]

I didn't ask for your name. I said, give me a boost. [He might be tapping a foot impatiently. Does it look like he cares who you are??? The only thing that matters to him right now is that Komaeda doesn't look like he has anywhere else to be and adding their heights together might get him to the cat. It's basic math.]

Are you going to help me reach up there or not?

[commences]

( oh, a very straightforward fellow isn't he? komaeda doesn't mind as he walks over closer to add, looking him over one last time before staring at the body trapped within the glass. there's no way to get inside of it from the top until he finally understand what's waiting for him — the black cat. the ultimate pauses, looking at the feline before looking towards add as he puts 2 and 2 together. )

Now, now... no need to be in a rush, you'll scare it like that.

( he's talking about the cat, but he does walk his way over to add, reaching out to him as he settles his hands against add's waist — he's probably not that bad weight wise, and komaeda was right. he hoists him up without much strain, but to the point where add could place his hands on the top surface of the case and pull himself up the rest of the way — though, he is with komaeda, so what are the chances of the cat jumping down and attacking them both for this? pretty high.

i'll let you roll for incentive. )

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[At least Komaeda seems to understand where his true priorities lie. Add rolls his eyes, but he also doesn't make any further snide comments, so. Perhaps this weirdo with an irritably familiar voice is someone Add can tolerate.

Anyway, he allows himself to be hoisted up, hands out like he's gonna catch the cat if it tries to jump at him... he didn't actually have a plan but the cat looks lonely and he wants to pet it so he will try his best. He stares at it for a long moment before deciding to (maybe) follow Komaeda's advice and very slowly and non-threateningly extend a hand to it. You're supposed to let the cat come to you, right?

pspspspspspsps]

[commences]

( let the cat come to you, yes, but is it willing to come? he's peeking up to see, watching if the feline is even willing to move from its spot — the answer happens to be no. at least for add, once he sticks out his hand, the feline is receptive to him though by staring in their direction. cautious, but slow blinks until its head leans forward, the tip of its nose twitching as it begins to acknowledge the tip of the shorter male's fingers. )

I thought it'd scratch your eyes out, but I guess not...

( maybe his luck is turning in their favor, because while the black cat is rather timid, it hasn't ran away yet. instead, it stays in place as if waiting for an offering. it does happen to lick its lips, almost waiting for some sort of watery substance from how parched it is...

will you roll for initiative? )

b.

[commences]

( he's met add a few times here and there, but he had a feeling there was something different about him. that feeling that washes over komaeda is interest, curious on whether what this person could bring if he was added to the mixture of the transfer student's hope. that's why they're here possibly, standing before the auditorium entrance where the black hole runs deep within the floor of the area. while some others would be bothered by what's in front of them, komaeda treats this the same way as he did before — )

...

( the question doesn't go unheard, and rather, komaeda brings a hand to his chin in thought as he looks it over. what could be the final destination is left to their imagination, but he continues to mull over his thoughts first. there's a possibility that this is also something he's vaguely familiar with it, but the )

They fed it... ( which is an obvious deduction on his part, but with a soft chuckle he continues: ) Maybe it's here to do the same to this world. ( a place that they know nothing of, a complete mystery, but why would they toss in dead bodies... is it to keep it compliant? it might be something living despite the way it remains kept within the center of the auditorium. )

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... Unlikely. The threshold looks clean. Intentional. If it was capable of spreading beyond, you'd think the edges would be more corrupt.

[Assuming this void works like Henir's space, anyway. He runs a hand along the doorframe, letting the empty chill of the void eat at his warmth. Rather than pull his hand back, he simply leaves it there for now. Let's see if it'll freeze solid in the lack of heat.]

It could just be a means to an end... tossing something into the void is one way to eliminate a problem. Inefficient, but the chances of it ever ending up here again is infinitesimally small... but I don't think that's the case here.

The shadows in this world... perhaps it's not a coincidence that they're shaped like people, when they're tossing bodies into the void. Entities that exist in the space beyond life and death don't reproduce, exactly, but they do sometimes form from living beings that fall through the cracks. Organic matter, corpses wouldn't produce anything that useful if they've been left to rot for too long, but it's still a useful building block... do you think these shades have minds, souls, or are they just the empty husks of those who've long since died in this hell?

[he tilts his head, staring at Komaeda as he waits for an answer.]

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( asking komaeda his personal thoughts on this is well, he doesn't really care for the beings here or even there, because to him this is just some virtual concept — probably. he doesn't know for sure, so he gives his opinion if he didn't factor his own thoughts into the mix. )

...

( recalling the way they fed the void, that is something to make note of. )

Minds or it's instinct... if they lacked that, would they be capable of something so simple.

( they could have just moved on, left it there, but they felt the need to lift whoever it was up, and then toss them off. he's not meant to focus solely on that, but if they firmly believe they have a job, and it's a testament to why they're doing anything, then they should make a mental note of it. )

As for their identities, it's too soon to tell if they're remains left behind.

( he pauses, thinking as he moves closer to add while processing his opinions on the matter. where add has specific features that make him him, there's no defining traits on the shadow bodies that komaeda can tell. ) This place looks so hopeless, and if they're just husks... then the amount of despair they're going through must be painful...

( but can they even feel? if the shadows are able to die? or whatever that body was they threw in not too long ago. )

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Mm. Intentional actions... would require some intelligence. If not in the shadows, then in whatever is controlling them. [Something is trying to be accomplished here, certainly. It would be foolish to assume these actions have no meaning. And yet the question still remains: what, and why?

He sighs, silently drumming his fingers on the doorframe now. Still not frozen... but probably starting to get a bit numb from the cold. He glances back at Komaeda instead, looking the other over with a blank expression.]

Hope and despair are human concepts. To an entity of the void, such words hold no meaning. All things come from the void, and all will one day return to it—it's pointless to despair over inevitability.

To feel despair, there would need to be a shred of humanity left in these pathetic husks... what a pitiable existence that would be, huhuhuhu... [He's smiling, but there's a certain hollowness to his laughter, like he's not all there.]

[commences]

( controlling, that's one way to look at it — like monokuma, someone played behind the scenes, but the vice principal doesn't seem like the sort to have that type of power. she's far too weak, a little too sensitive for what's going on around them, and from that constant sobbing awhile back... it couldn't be her. he's thinking about who he's met so far, who he's seen, but they're like the rest of them — confused, yet the people who already reside here no more than they're letting on. )

Hope and despair...?

( right and wrong, black and white is how people tend to compare the two, but everyone knows that despair can't even hold the candle to how hope shines. it's really not that simple as komaeda looks at how the void swirls as if swallowing itself. a never-ending concept that continues beyond their knowledge, what lies at the end is a mystery, and who will be able to explain it at all? )

If they lack hope, then the person who's controlling them must as well, and for those pathetic, lifeless husks living like that... I wouldn't even call it living! What a sight, it makes me sick to my stomach!

( clenching his fist, he sounds offended from the idea of no hope being inside of these bodies, and how he can't imagine life without it. they're meaningless, their existence does nothing for others aside from getting in the way. gritting his teeth, the only thing that passes through his mind is what they should do with them there, and knowing he's unable to get rid of one — he noticed how his hands passed through them. )

Why are they here if they do nothing for the lives that are passing every hurdle to obtain hope?

( and then he stops, returning to that more calm personality he is, he crosses his arms, and his lips pursed into a straight line. )

It's probably best to ignore them, they'd do nothing but get in the way...

a.

[obsessiveness]

[ izumi's avoided the Grand Prize for the most part, but he can't stay away forever. seems that some people, including the new transfers, are looking like they're a little too interested in the incased body, and izumi's here to tell them off--

but instead he got a rather serious look from this chuuni-looking motherfucker with a request for a boos upt? um. ]

Hello? Do you even know who you're talking too? I can't possibly support you on your shoulders.

[ look at his noodle arms and twink arms, add. he's as ordinary as anyone can get. ]

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[Add stares blankly for a moment, as if considering Izumi's counterpoint, then...]

Pathetic. A weakling like you isn't even worth using as a footstool.

[followed by a soft, ominous chuckle, because unfortunately Add is just like this. sorry Izumi.]

Mm, but I guess I can't be too picky... bring me a chair, then, or I'll just have to use your body through my own means. And make it quick, would you?

[obsessiveness]

[ wow, the sheer audacity at play here. ]

Excuse me? Who are you to boss me around, huh? How about I kick your knees so that I'd use you as a footstool instead?

[ what is he trying to reach for, anyway? izumi scans the area until he finds one of the cats watching them. ]

Are you that desperate to pet that?

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Try that, and you'll be lucky to have legs at all when I'm done with you. [this would normally be the part where he does his cool eye trick to look intimidating...... but none of his abilities are working, so instead you just have what looks like a small child trying way too hard to sound scary. at least he's confident.

As for the cat... he folds his arms.]

He looks lonely.

[and also......... cats cute.]

[obsessiveness]

[ who is this... sassy lost child...............

izumi turns to the cats eyeing them from afar, lifting a sus brow. ]

Don't even buy into that cutesy act. Those cats just bring you nothing but trouble.

5/8 here to help with Science

[silentabyss]

[Noah reaaaaally isn't into this whole void-in-the-auditorium thing. Normally, he's drawn to shadowy places — it's more fodder for his magic, after all — and he really has no explanation for the way he keeps wandering over to the auditorium like he hopes he'll find something out.

The mutterings of the stranger don't exactly reach his ears. He can't hear the words, only the rumbling of a voice, but it's enough to get his attention.]

H...hey, uh— what are you doing...?

[Also, is that a cat hoodie? Because Noah kinda wants one now.]

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[Add... completely ignores him, because he is deep in scientific thought over here. He's pacing in front of the auditorium entrance, running his hands against the edges of the doorframe, waving an arm through the opening... he also sticks his head through it, which is the point where he finally seems to notice Noah.

He lingers like that for a moment longer before leaning back out of the void, taking a couple steps back before turning around.]

Hearing restored outside of the threshold... so sound doesn't carry at all? Interesting. Spatiotemporal composition differs in Henir's space, but there are still too many unknown variables to make any conclusions... tch, this would be easier if I had Dynamo.

[oh, did you think he turned around to answer Noah's question? just kidding, he's going to keep on talking to himself like Noah isn't even there. he'll acknowledge this kid when he feels like it.]

[silentabyss]

[Wow, what the fuck.

Also, boy, those are some big fucking words that Noah doesn't understand. Spatio-whatnow?]

...did you say Henir?

[That, that he understands. Noah can't stop the way his fist clenches at his side at even the mention of Henir. How many people from Elrios are going to end up in this school? How many of them have experience with Henir? If only the PDAs didn't post to the public, he'd call for Clamor to get down here.

Suspicious and more than a little combative now, Noah half-shouts,]

Are you with the Order?!

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[Oh? That does grab Add's attention, at least, when the boy reacts to the name "Henir". He finally looks at Noah, his expression a slight frown as he considers him.]

Do you mean Henir's Order? Curious... most from Elrios wouldn't be familiar with that name.

[He could just say he's not, since he isn't. Why would Add want to associate with those clowns? He's got better things to do than plan some stupid apocalypse.

But that would also be boring, so instead he cracks a grin.] What's it to you? Are you going to stop me if I am? Kekekekeke...

[silentabyss]

[Yeah, "most" wouldn't, but most people also didn't grow up among their cultists being injected with stuff. So! There! Checkmate, Noah's life sucks, take that.]

Yes, I'm going to stop you!

[And now he's absolutely furious, shadows swirling around his hand because that's all he has to fight with, but if he's going to take out some shitty cultist right here and now he's pretty confident in the fact that this will be enough. This is just one kid, a quick kill, no big deal... but Noah has one thing to say first.]

I don't know who you are and I don't care who you are. You have one second to get everyone out of this illusion, [he gestures vaguely to the school around them,] before I kill you where you stand.

B!!

[begetblue]

[ That void didn't look good... At the very least it looked creepy. Well, creepier. They were pretty sure they didn't want to get thrown in there either, and that uncertainty was bound to leak out when they saw Add get close to it. ]

Wai--!

[ Hold on, hold on! What if they startled him by shouting and he fell in? That wouldn't do. The right answer here was to approach, stop at a comfortable distance away from the void, and then speak up. ]

I don't think going in there to find out would be a very wise idea.

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[Add stops in place, holding the edge of the doorframe with one leg already floating in the void. Rather than step back inside, he comically holds that position while craning his head back to look at Turing.

Oh. Hmm. Someone actually interesting...]

... What makes you think that? [curiously. it's a genuine question—not because he hadn't thought about the possible dangers until now, but because he wants to know what this strange machine thinks is bad about it. something he can't currently detect, perhaps? or is it a more advanced machine such as Eve, capable of feeling concern for another...?]

[begetblue]

[ Gah!! It was very difficult to resist the urge to pull Add back into the room themselves, but it wasn't polite to go around grabbing people. Not only that, but there was a non-zero chance of making things worse if they did that. ]

Don't stand in such an unbalanced way! You might fall in!

[ After saying that, the answer to Add's question was probably obvious. ]

We don't know what's on the other side! It could be dangerous, so please step back! ...Though I suppose this place isn't entirely safe either.

[ Turing frowned, worried. Well, at least it wasn't always dangerous on this side? ]

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Oh? Do you mean... like this?

[and he just

full-tilts into the gaping void, just barely holding on only by his fingertips on the doorframe and one foot on the ground

He can no longer hear them, since sound doesn't carry past the threshold, but he is still craning his head around so he can watch their reaction. Is any of this remotely necessary? Hell no. But also, he wants to see what they'll do? Will they actually try to pull him out, will they continue to fret over it but not do anything, or will they just give up on him and move on...? Come on, mystery robot, show him the full extent of your empathy chip.]