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

[canreallymove]

...

Well, here goes nothin'.

[He reaches in and only after he does that does he think that maybe he should have just gotten some salad tongs or something to grab it, just in case there were zombie piranhas or something. Impulsiveness wins again!.]

1/2

[whimsicalism]

[Fortunately, it's just a glove. Though, admittedly, it does have a lot of old stains.

Though, when he touches it a flash of memory crosses Sonic's mind.]

2/2

[whimsicalism]

[It only lasts a couple seconds, if that. It's a dark, crowded room. Particles of dust float in the few rays of sunlight that pour through a crack in the door.

Anger. Boredom. Restlessness. There are many emotions in this memory, as quick as it is.

Two men are speaking outside. One angry, one calm. Neither of them sound like the Principal and even the angry one doesn't have that malicious air. Their words can't be made out but their conversation is loud, near the door outside of the room.

Then--then it's just the lounge. You're holding the soaked glove. The jellyfish stay where they are.

The mystery is over.]

[canreallymove]

[Sonic can relate. Boy can he-

And then the memory finishes, but it stays burned in Sonic's mind. After a few blinks, he stares at the glove, pondering it.

The mystery may be over, but he's definitely got questions as he examines the glove to see what, exactly, its deal is.

Outside of random access memories that he's way past confused about at the moment, that is.]

Way past weird.

[spychic]

Sonic...?

[Anya looks...confused. Concerned, a bit.

She gently touches the glove.

Can she see that memory, too?]

[whimsicalism]

[She can! But it only happens the first time she touches it. If they bring the glove to the other students they can experience it, too.]

[spychic]

Shock--!!!

Who are...? Wh...

[She stares at the glove accusingly, with horror, for a few good minutes. And then she shakes her head.]

Maybe Anya and Sonic should tell...everyone else....

[canreallymove]

You saw it too, huh?

[His fist clenches on the glove.]

Yeah. Way past agreed on that one. We gotta let everyone know!

[spychic]

Mmm.

Maybe we should wait until the morning, though. It is late.

Does Sonic want to keep the glove? Or Anya?

[canreallymove]

Hm...maybe I should keep it, just in case?

[whimsicalism]

[It seems to be a leather glove. Out of everyone here, maybe only Edward could wear it--though, of course, it doesn't belong to him. It's that big but it does kind of smell of old blood, especially around the knuckles.

Whoever owned this probably wore it quite a lot.]