(may catch-all) the cool kids table, but rika's the only cool kid

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‣ WHO: Shuichi Saihara & a bunch of people!
‣ WHEN: All throughout May.
‣ WHERE: Various locations.
‣ WHAT: Catch-all for May starters.
‣ WARNINGS: Just mild NDRV3 & SDR2 spoilers so far, subject to change.

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Tfw neither you nor like half of everyone you have plans with top-level, so this happens. I'm using this to write starters for people based on stuff we discussed beforehand. No open prompts, but if you want something specific with me or Saihara during May, I'm still up for that and you're free to throw a starter in here!

Alternately, hit me up via Plurk at garlemald or contact me on Discord at Rina#8760 whenever to discuss.

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[mild V3 spoilers] may 3rd / closed to komaeda (@raffle)

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[ No matter what he does, his mind won't clear.

"Geez... you're still looking into that stuff? Just give it up, man. Nobody else even cares to know."

That's... not true! It isn't! There are still people in the school beside him who don't feel comfortable with the murder left unsolved; he knows there are. There are others still worried about their missing friends, there are others who think things don't add up, there are others who find... all of this strange. And Momota... the Momota Kaito he knows would never say that.

"And how would you even know? If only you hadn't revealed the truth, he'd still be--"

That's Harukawa's voice this time, accusing and tinged with hurt at the same time, and cut off at the end by the frantic clap of Saihara's own hand over his ear, in the direction it seemed to come from. Not that it helps drown it out. It's not like the words have a source to actually silence, so they continue undeterred; or maybe he just knows what they would have said regardless.

It's been two days of this already. He knows they aren't real, but that doesn't make it stop, and he's nearing his limit. Stumbling slightly, he tries to blank out as much of his mind as he can, to think only of the practical things before him. The stairs he just finished climbing... the hallway itself... and the door to the 1-D homeroom. He doesn't even know if the person he's looking for will be in there, and yet he calls out as he pushes that open, peering inside. The mist is here too. ]

Komaeda-kun...? Are you around? It's... ah, it's Saihara. I just... wanted to talk, if you have a minute.

[ He just... needs to hear someone else's voice, someone he knows without a trace of doubt is in this school. And maybe... selfishly enough, someone who doesn't know about these things. Who won't bring them up. ]

may 6th / closed to ouma (@liesexual)

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[ The dimmed light of the post-6PM hallways feels almost a blessing, after how bright everything's seemed in the sun all day. Even with a nap in the nurse's office for an hour or two, the only thing that had gotten better was his headache, but the surreal sensation persisted like a veil over everything. Only now, after everyone's gone, as Saihara rubs at his eyes and keeps walking, his vision feels clearer than it has, lending security to his steps that he hasn't yet had since this morning. Or since earlier, really, considering what went on in the school during Golden Week, after the intangible repairmen had gone.

It still feels mostly like a fever dream, but the effects it left are real; he's more than exhausted, and frayed at the edges as if about to break. Routine work like this, checking things around the school and verifying everything, might just be the only thing that still keeps him together.

The auction display cases are only a regular item on his list -- though this time, there's a figure in there he hadn't expected to see. ]

...Ouma-kun?

[ Come to think of it... he'd spotted no trace of him through the whole ordeal -- and while that doesn't necessarily mean anything... where was he? No matter how tired Saihara is, seeing Ouma in front of the case still has the power to get the gears inside his mind to start turning. ]

What are you doing here?

may 9th / closed to rika (@contrarily)

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I could only find four of them... but it's better than nothing, right?

[ The unfortunate matter of this being the weekend at school, which means most of the trash has been taken out by now and they can't count on that. Still, rummaging diligently around the homerooms, by the time he walks out of the last one with a reusable plastic bag someone had also forgotten somewhere, he does have what they need. As he holds it up to show Rika for proof, mismatched bottles in the exact quantity he mentioned shuffle emptily inside it, tapping against each other a few times.

He doesn't know if she's found any too... actually, what was she even up to while he searched? But well, it's her plan so Saihara doesn't mind doing the work for her as fair trade. He just casts a curious glance towards the door of the bathroom nearby, since that was their established meeting point once he'd checked all the floors. Or well, they're closer to the 4th floor stairwell right now, but that general area. ]

Ah, I suppose... if we did manage to get water, it's just enough that we could share with Norton-san and Komaeda-kun.

[ How is she planning to do this though? Time to look at Rika like she's a book and we're turning the page to the most important part of the story. ]

may 8

[adsum]

[ Sometimes your brother stabs a man and has to go to counseling for it after school each day, and instead of going home without him, you're a good sister who waits for his session to finish. There is no student council meeting today, and nobody really stays for club on Saturdays anyways when they can get a head start on their weekend, but there isn't any other place for her than the music room she finds herself in, glad for it to be empty. Glad she doesn't have to spend the hour and a half playing choral pieces.

The door is closed, not entirely because she doesn't mean to be disturbed, but the other way around too- the song starts off slow and calm, but barely half a minute passes before it becomes distinctly angry, fingers pounding the keys without a break until it ends with a trill, silence, and an audible ]

Fuck.

may 11th, after the meeting

[trialbyliar]

[There are things to discuss.

It's after the group meeting has ended, everyone slowly beginning to disperse to do whatever they plan to for the rest of the night, that Kokichi sidles up beside Shuichi, catching him by the cuff of his sleeve.]

I need to borrow Saihara-chan for a bit!

[If Shuichi was chatting with someone, then too bad. Kokichi doesn't wait for an answer before dragging the detective along with him and heading for the door.]

may 12th / closed to hinata (@futurebullets)

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[ There's something he's hand in mind for a while that he wanted to do, but... a lot of things happened, like the auction and the meeting and everything, which makes this really the first day he's finally had to breathe and start thinking about it again. So Saihara waits until lunch break, leaving his class as soon as he can to wind his way through the students that crowd the hallways, headed... to wherever they usually eat with their friends, he imagines. It must be nice to be able to go outside as you please, without needing a homeroom teacher and risking to get stuck there overnight, but anyway.

There's someone he has in mind for company too, though maybe for nothing as recreational as them. ]

Hinata-kun.

[ He knows the other would most likely be in his homeroom, since going to other floors implies stairs and... well. Issues. Understandable to be honest; even though Saihara himself chases most of it away, those memories still play in the back of his mind as well. It's a little... rough. So he softens his gaze just a bit while approaching the other boy's desk. ]

Sorry... am I bothering you? I was hoping you could come with me for a few minutes. If, um... if you didn't have other plans.

[ He knows this is sudden, sorry Hinata. ]

may 24th, sdr2 spoilers

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♫
for your eyes only, i'll show you my heart
for when you're lonely, and forget who you are
i'm missing half of me, when we're apart
now you know me, for your eyes only.
within the realm of his final moments, a symphony will play as the end for him, and the beginning for others who stumbles upon the aftermath of his plan. this plan never had to exist, naturally it could've been avoided, but to komaeda, it felt like he's being toyed with, and was meant to act out. that one voice, soft, light as a feather that serenades his attention plays over, and over in his mind that enables him. if that person never came to him, if he never spoke his truth, then what were the chances of komaeda putting himself in this position? where he has peer through the glass windows with a knife in hand, and his grip tightens every second from his urge to fix what was broken.

the words that continuously haunt him, causing his mind to crack in every way possible are few, from how they were said, why they were said, who said them. it's why he responds the way he does. "it's empty... just like you.", komaeda wonders if he meant it? as of now, he's filled with a mixture of desperation and need that it's overflowing, and his body shivers from it. it's unfair, why should he feel so much that he doesn't understand, and why was it him to do that? there's another line that stood out to him, and why his heart skips a beat: "i just... wanted to see you." )

I want... ( he sighs, ) to see you too...

( that's why he's willing to do this, their time apart has been too far and wide, and unfortunately komaeda registers this as abandonment. why hasn't saihara came to see him? speak with him? with the school in their way, preventing them from seeing one another, and the bad luck that's come from saihara winning the prize of going outside — he mentally can't stand it. then so be it, komaeda will find some way to bring the other back inside, back to him. his free hand lifts, his organic fingers press against the screen of the window as looks out longingly, and then his eyes widen once he sees him. without any hesitation, he proceeds to tap the sharp end of the knife against the glass to catch his attention. )