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

[britbrat]

[ ...Why does this guy have to keep being so freakin cool. ]

If you wish. I certainly won't stop you.

[ please tell him more *A* ]

SatAM spoilers

[canreallymove]

[sigh]

Right, so Mobotropolis was where I was born. It was an awesome place, and it had it all, you know? It was environmentally friendly, we were at peace with almost everyone. It was all cool!

But there was this Great War that King Acorn was fighting against...uh...someone? I dunno who.

[Curse him being a baby when this happened!]

But anyways, one day out of nowhere this weirdo named Julian-who, by the way, is one of two heumins who just appeared out of nowhere outta the three heumins that ever lived on Mobius, I'm pretty sure-comes around and is like "Hey, I can help you win!" So the king, being a good guy was all, "Yeah! And once we win we'll disband the army so we can leave in peace!" But Julian was a no-good dude who wanted to take over the world. So he used the army he built for the king to overthrow him and roboticize everyone!

Ninety percent of the planet's population! Every civilization on Mobius! Clean water, clean air, any chance to see the sun for more than a few minutes at a time, and anything remotely cool and decent! POOF! Gone! Nothin' left but ruins and pollution and robot slaves, and at the center is the renamed Robotropolis, the nightmare city he rules full of factories and SWATBots.

There's only a few hundred of us that are free now. We were all that's left to fight Buttnik and his lackey, Snivnose.


Right, Julian renamed himself to Dr. Robotnik, in case you're wonderin'.