WEEK 1

[whimsicalism]

WEEK ONE

This week, students at Ira Academy must return to class with their memories of the weekend hanging over them. The Principal is watching now, and he dislikes children even more than his initial draconian idea of education led everyone to believe. The rules revision is probably at the forefront of most people’s minds, along with the sinking paranoia of being monitored much more closely and more severely reprimanded for stepping out of line. This very empty academy building suddenly feels all the more claustrophobic. All students now have the option to commit murder and be freed from this school. Less than a week ago, you were teaching yourself to be friends with some of your fellow classmates. Will things remain that way, or will someone reveal themselves to be willing to take a life to escape?

But just because murder’s on the table doesn’t mean that your studies are off of it, and the Little Brothers are still here to helpfully encourage all students to complete their coursework. Despite being shepherded away at the end of the school dance announcement last night, this week the Prefect will be back for her office hours and, thankfully, less fixated on pulling off a successful weekend spelling bee and social event. Less thankfully, it seems she believes that completing your re-education as originally planned is the correct course of action. You’d do well to remember, perhaps, that right now your success reflects ultimately on her. Students who prefer to see how their fellow school denizen and prisoner-in-spirit can also sneak into the music room whenever it’s unoccupied to converse with A.

To that end, it also looks like someone’s posted a “Tutors and Study Groups” sign-up sheet on the hallway walls outside the A/V room. There are illustrated descriptions next to it, so even someone who doesn’t understand the writing should be able to glean its purpose. This seems like a good way for people who are interested in working together or helping one another with anything involved in school life. Students may make use of this resource as they will.

Finally, at the end of the hallway near the music room, a sliding wall has receded as if it was never there in the first place, revealing an unexplored area on this floor.. Hmm, what could be up there?


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Regains | AC | IC Profiles | Locations | Mystery Information | Prefect Contact | A Contact

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Week 1! As with last week, if you have anything you’d like to investigate, you can bring mod responses in by pinging (INVESTIGATION) in your subject line. (SHEEP) for the Little Brothers. Unlike last week, Nanami can also be invited to participate in your threads with a (PREFECT) call-out. This is an option for anyone who wants non-private/event convos with her, if for some reason anyone wants to spend MORE time with her. If you are looking for information about the school’s mysteries, it's highly recommended you bring in the sheep or the mod journal instead!

Don’t forget your regains, and please submit your AC for week 0!

Comments

INVESTIGATION / Toplevel

[keyringwitness]

[With the new areas in the school opened up, that means it's time for Yasu to roll up her sleeves and get in on the investigation herself rather than hanging back and stalking everyone like she did at the start of her first week "awake."

Or rather, it's time to roll down her sleeves, put on some goggles, gloves, a hairnet, and an oversized gown, because she's going to do something very inadvisable: take a look inside the biohazard bins in the decontamination room.

After her non-OSHA compliant adventure, Yasu can be found in the lounge, sitting at one of the tables with an anatomy textbook on her left side, her grimoire on her right, and a mess of pencils, tongue depressors, cottonballs, rubber bands, and several other odd bits and bobs as Yasu's head rapidly whips back and forth between her books and her project: a crude imitation of a human hand's skeleton structure using school supplies as the bones and rubber bands as the joints. Yasu sticks out her tongue slightly as she concentrates on tightly wrapping another rubber band around a golf pencil that services as a segment on the index finger, then leans back, looking at her work.]

Hm... do you think this joint will bend properly? [she muses aloud, taking another look at the anatomy textbook and the simple blueprint that she has in her grimoire.

Later still, once she's shelved her Frankenstinian hand for now, Yasu remains in the lounge, happily humming and doodling in her grimoire. If you peek over her shoulder (or across the table, Yasu is in her own little world right now), you'll find sketches on a minty-haired, wispy young man in a princely outfit holding hands with a girl in a moon-patterned half-mask and frilly black dress with musical notes printed on the torso holding hands and other activities that constitute romance in the eyes of a girl Yasu's age.

It takes a long moment for her to notice any observers, but when Yasu does, her face flushes red and she slams the grimoire shut with an embarrassed,] Eep!

Doodling

[violence_ensues]

[When Adorabat gets noticed, she happily raises her wings into the air.]

You're a good artist! Can I join?

[keyringwitness]

I- I- Uh- Guh- N- No-

[oh wait that's mean time to backpedal even as she blushes more]

N- N- Not with those, um, those ones, at any rate. I have s- some other drawings you might like, though...

[violence_ensues]

I dunwanna draw over your drawings. We can draw together!

[See icon.]

[keyringwitness]

S- S- S- Sure, let me just... [NEW PAGE NEW PAGE NEW PAGE

Yasu flips over to a fresh, blank page, smiles shakily, and slides the notebook between them so Adorabat can doodle too.]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat picks up a drawing utensil and begins drawing a black cat with a red came and green eyes, completely oblivious to Yasu's nervousness]

I'm drawing Mao Mao!

[keyringwitness]

Oh! You mentioned him a few times before... he's, um, your guardian, right?

[Yasu, meanwhile, begins drawing a very enthusiastic looking little girl... with a peg leg and, as she continues to work, what look like the outlines of bat wings.]

[violence_ensues]

Mao Mao and Badgerclops are my two bestest best friends!

[Adorabat catches a glimpse of Yasu's drawing.]

Oh hey, it's me!

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu perks up, actually looking proud of herself for once as Adorabat recognizing herself in the gijinka Yasu is drawing. As she's sketching a few detail shots of Adorabat's clothes, she says,] That's right! This is a hobby of mine. Um, giving human forms to people who aren't really human. It's really fun.

doodling

[hashtagwoof]

[ So, after snapping out of that embarrassing dog brain episode, Hunter's up in the lounge looking for a distraction that won't set him off again.

What he sees first is the hand. Kinda bone like, but not in the way that makes him wanna chew on it. He's actually impressed by the detail work. Can it actually move, too?

Then he glances up and witnesses her drawings for all of five minutes before she slams the book shut. ]

Woah, hey! [ He tries to give her a chill grin. Like, attempting to appear cool and not secretly dying from various forms of shame that's piled up over the past week or so. ] That's some really nice sketching you've done there. Did you make the hand too?

[ Here he points over to said hand. ]

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu looks ready to bolt when Hunter first starts talking, too mortified of all the embarrassingly intimate scenes that Hunter must've seen (handholding, how scandalous!) her draw, not to mention the plethora of sketches picturing similarly salacious activities that already marred the page.

But when he directs the conversation to the hand instead, she relaxes slightly. Now that Yasu can talk about without devolving into a stuttering, squeaking mess.]

Y- Yes. I'm, um, trying to make it work like a human hand... fully a- a- ar- articulate, with joints and everything... it's definitely a, er, work in progress, but I'm hoping to get it done in a few days.

[hashtagwoof]

Oooh.

[ He picks it up, turning it over in his hands. ]

Sweet... So you make working models of stuff for a hobby?

[keyringwitness]

N- No, I just figured I'd give it a shot.

As, um. A favor for a friend.

[Is it creepy or cute that Yasu is trying to make a fully articulate hand for A to possess?]

[hashtagwoof]

[ Honestly, it just seems awesome to Hunter. ]

Cool... Is it gonna be, like, robotic? Or is it more like a doll or... One of those artist reference things?

[keyringwitness]

L- Like a doll, yes. Since I, um, don't really have any... engineering expertise... something else will make it move. If she needs it.

[whimsicalism]

[There doesn't seem anything too dangerous in there, at least! At least, for now. It's seemingly rather non-hazardous. A few strands of fur, a little bit of glowing goop, maybe a chipped animal fang... various bits and pieces that should have been placed in a garbage bin and not a biohazard bag.]

[keyringwitness]

["Glowing goop" and "chipped animal" seem pretty hazardous to Yasu, but also fairly interesting. She bags them up for her own use, then gets to examining the vents around the room. Yasu won't go so far as to go at them with a screwdriver, but how loose do they seem on casual inspection? Could a particularly small child (or an Adorabat) potentially fit through one?]

[whimsicalism]

[At first glance? Not very loose. They might fit Adorabat but it would take a lot of noisy work to get them undone.]

Doodling

[cellpreservation]

[Do all girls do this kind of thing? He was just taking a break with some classwork himself.

Anyway, pretending there's nothing awkward about this:]

You don't have to stop just 'cause I'm here.

[keyringwitness]

T- Those were- that was- mmmmph...

[Yasu looks down, face red, as she struggles to find a way to explain this without it coming across as absolutely ridiculous.]

D- Drawings of a very personal nature...

[cellpreservation]

What, like your crush?

[keyringwitness]

[The way Yasu startles makes it obvious that Yuta's hit the mark, so much so that he actually gets an honest(ish) answer.]

I- I can't really call her a, um, a crush, I mean, she's a g- girl, so it's more like she's my best friend or- or something like that. I think.

[cellpreservation]

Oh.

[...Huh.]

I guess.

[keyringwitness]

R- Right. It just, um. Wouldn't really work. Right.

[yasu is from 1979, bless her soul]

[cellpreservation]

I... guess not?

[But...

hmmm...]

...There's some people that like the same gender, right?

[Not that he's met anyone like that himself.]