WEEK FIVE

[whimsicalism]

WEEK FIVE

There's one thing that belongs in Closetland: Monsters.

It was a monster that brought the students here to begin with, and it's a monster who controls their lives now. By now, some have even accused their classmates of turning into--or always being--monsters themselves.

The academy is just as cold as it was last week, autumn air seeping in through the unfriendly architecture and the artificial light seeming darker than before. The occasionally cloud of purple fog snakes through the hallways at ground level, a constant reminder of the new presence haunting the school and her role in the past five weeks of torment. Now that Kakuya is back in a body of her own making, the music room is silent, though the rooms and halls of the Academy themselves occasionally fill with a low, haunting flute melody. With the school's new overlord already wishing her ill, Nanami's already deflating power and free roam capabilities are more or less completely limited as well: She's just one more toy in the box.

The stairwell has opened into another new floor. Upon closer inspection, it seems to be the uppermost one. This is the top of Ira Academy, and while it likely bears some new answers and some new locations to try and find a solution to your plight, is there anything that can heal some of the rifts that formed from the accusations thrown at the last trial? Still, if you don't find answers, then you'll be here playing this eternal deadly game.

Is the devil you know better than the devil you don't?

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OOC NOTES

Welcome to Week 4! Nanami has joined the party! She no longer has office hours but still be contacted privately, as can Kakuya, who is no longer stuck in the music room. New locations are now open, and some minor adjustments have been made to the IC profiles and rules. Please hit the mods with a ping in Discord and put INVESTIGATE in your subject line if you're interested in exploring a new location. The SHEEP are still taggable, though you may find them in a...different mood.

You now have a week to make sure your AC in for last week and to start collecting AC for this week. Remember to submit your regains, and sign up for a spot exploring this week's mystery if you want to!

Comments

[imprefect]

[Maybe she just said it because the thought of reuniting Touga with the same kitten she'd carried in dirty and abandoned all those years ago is humiliating, or that she's afraid he'll turn his gaze away from her right after she promised to take care of everything for him. But there's something else to it, isn't there...? He's been acting so strange lately, and she'd almost forgotten that while working this job just to prove herself. She blushes when Neku gives her the headbutt, turning her head slightly to speak sideways toward Fret.]

Transfer students? No idea what you're talking about. You're the only class of students I ever did any work with here at this Academy. I only ever remember having information about you.

Wait, is that something I wrote? I guess it makes sense, since this would have been our - my - office... but I don't remember anything like that.

[shinedsobright]

[With that, Neku returns to her loaf.]

Yeah, the writing seems just like you. And these other students left here at the same time as the Senior Prefect... you at least knew her. It seemed like she was in charge of them or something?

[imprefect]

[Nanami, who was just one type of lost and confused while talking to the kitten, looks another type of lost and confused being told about something she apparently wrote with no recollection of it. At the mention of the Senior Prefect, however, she tosses her shoulder in a quick shrug.]

Well, I guess at least that part makes sense. She was always getting in trouble and refusing to behave... so she was punished; maybe it had something to do with them?

But, listen. At the beginning of this semester, I barely even remembered her at all. Actually, it's like there are still a lot of holes from that time...like I'm in a fog.

[shinedsobright]

Then... What made you remember? Is there anything that jogs your memory? This'd be so much easier if I could do it myself!

[He will at least show her the thing.]

Seeing it do anything for ya?

[imprefect]

[She looks at the paper, doing a really exaggerated squint as she reads it.]

Yeah, that's probably my handwriting? It looks a little weird, but that's normal for this place.

I don't remember anything else, but looking at this it sounds like this might have been the last straw with Father.