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castle_whims2022-08-21 12:29 am
whimsicalism) wrote in castle_whims2022-08-21 12:29 am
WEEK 1
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?
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!
yale sale
Okay, maybe Dylan shouldn't be too much of a downer. He's got weird red coins, and maybe he can actually get something good from that vending machine in the school store. At the very least it's not going to be a monster or something, right? But what does come out...]
Seriously? Why do I have to get the weird stuff?
[He picks up some...thing in one paw.]
What even is this thing?
[Later, it's cafeteria where he's set up shop, most of his haul set up on the table he sits at. The only things missing are the yellow polo shirt, which he plans to dispose of at some point, and the Budegg (TM), which is currently...]
Jeez, Betelgeuse, how often do you need to be fed?
[In his paws, chain already clipped to his collar.
And yes, he did have to drag most of this here, because that's what happens when a dog gets something like a keytar.]
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[Big crowd gathering at the store today. Jeanne thinks it's not a good time yet to put in her coins, and almost gave up and left, but now she's running over anyway. Outside of exercises Jeanne does not break out into a run literally ever.]
SHAMASH!!!
[She puts out her hands expecting to be given the ball, looking sternly at Dylan.]
Please, show him some respect!
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Is...is tha-he...alive?
[HE WAS STARTING TO THINK IT WAS A CHEW TOY, THANK DOG HE DIDN'T TEST IT]
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[Oh, what a relief—]
He is a spirit!
[She steps back from Dylan to hold Shamash up in the light, smiling up at him, beatific. Like baby Simba in the lion king. Like the Ritz cracker.]
Shamash, you may show your true form!
[Any minute now...]
Shamash, you may show your true form!
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...and wait...]
I'm assuming something should've happened by now?
PREVIOUS TAG "Ritz cracker from the Liturgy of the Eucharist back on Sunday"
[She takes Spirit Ball Shamash down and begins patting him all over, looking for parts besides a head.]
You can see him, Dylan? And you have never seen any ghosts before? Nor even nature spirits?
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No, I've never seen a spirit of any kind before.
['Helps that they're not real.' is what he's tempted to comment, but he's not about to be the one insulting someone's religion, at this point.]
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[She puts Shamash down to hover closer to her uniform skirt pocket.]
Perhaps it is because I lack the intermediaries that I usually use for Shamash to express his oversoul. But he is usually only this small and compact the moment before I integrate him into the objects. [Her lips quirk like a shrug, knowing this is "blah blah blah" to Dylan.]
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So, it's because...you don't have your usual abilities, that he can't do anything. And even if you did, he wouldn't be this small, because...this is how he looks before you...fuse him into certain objects?
[Did he get that right? He feels like he got that right.]
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Technically you could say that his own power is a third separate entity from my own power or the objects. Other than that, your understanding is very precise. I praise you.
[The pseudo-biblical words come out soft. This has taken the light out of her eyes. She runs her fingers over Shamash's crown nervously.]
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[Huh, he got it right in one try! He'd be more proud, if not for the sad look on Jeanne's face.]
Well...at least you have him back? If he's a friend, it's better to have him back, if not fully himself, then to not have him at all, right?
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I was very distressed to be separated from Shamash when I first arrived. [She looks down at the spirit ball again.] We are supposed to be together.
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[He can't help but rub the back of his neck at that.]
Having to be anywhere away from my family this long...it's a lot to have to deal with, really.
[Going from a house full of puppies to a school full of near strangers...not a lot to like, really. Especially with memories of Saturday...]
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Re: yale sale
snff snff snff.
Sonic starts to appear in the cafeteria, his nose twitching.]
Doth my nose deceive me, or do I smell...chili?
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[He let's the Budegg (TM) fall and hang from his collar, focusing on Sonic, as well as pushing the backpack forward a little bit.]
This bag smells like chili, even if it doesn't have any in it.
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[And yup, he heads straight for the backpack.]
My ol' reliable knapsack! Man, this is great!...
[Opens it up.
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Even if the jerk took all my stuff out of it. I got my knapsack back! Thanks, man!
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[That and he's not sure if her would even want to end up dragging it around the school, so it's a win for both of them.]
If it makes you feel better, you're not the only one whose stuff was messed with. I'm pretty sure the kibble pump from my house was put in there too, and now anyone who uses that vending machine has to worry about getting a jet of kibble shot at them.
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[Ok, he's. He has to laugh at that.]
Seriously? That sounds hilarious!
Sorry, that's just...man, who puts a kibble pump in a machine like that!?
[coughs]
Aw man...it's official, the Principal's an idiot or somethin'.
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I'll admit, I guess it is pretty funny.
[And it's a little nice, not being the one hit with a stream of dog food for once.]
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Despite there being nothing in it, he slips the backpack on. Perfect fit.]
Man, I wonder what else of mine the Principal's stashed in there. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone gets a Power Ring somehow. That might tip the scales...
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[Sounds interesting, and Dylan isn't sure if he's heard about them before.]
What do they look like? Those small gold things humans like to put on their fingers, or something like the ones they wear in their ears that can be small and big?
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[He opens his arm to about basketball, soccer size.]
They're gold. They also glow. And they're full of mystical juice thanks to the Power Stone! And when I use 'em...well...
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Alright, I'll keep an eye out for them then, if they ever come out of the vending machine. Always good to have something useful like that.
[finally a form of teenage rebellion that won't annoy his parents...]
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[Because there's no way he ever would have-er-]
Oh, hey, so is there anything of yours I gotta watch out for? Aside from the kibble, obviously.
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why did the comment not show before, wtf XD
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