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

What is Sonic's life rn

[canreallymove]

Vending Machine Items (yerd serd)

[Aside from the weaponry and bear trap (because heck no, he's not giving anyone weapons to kill one another with, those things are being stuffed into his drawers. Out of sight, out of mind!), and the kazoo (all the better to annoy the Principal with, duh!) Sonic's pile of stuff is in the cafeteria, with a sign that says FREE.

As for where Sonic himself is? He's in the kitchen, maniacally cooking, looking very, very annoyed. Next to him is a Power Ring, its energy spent.

And he keeps saying one word, over and over through gritted teeth:]

UNCOOL!!


Classroom

[Later on, when no one's looking, Sonic decides to sneak into the classroom and check out some books. Not that he wants to learn, mind you. He just is investigating! Yeah. Investigating.

Right now he's looking at an atlas, frowning, as he looks back forlornly at the ever-silent handheld computer.

Maybe someone should poke him or something, see why he's so troubled. Aside from Nicole, obviously. It's pretty clear he's still upset about that, for those who saw him on Wednesday.]

classroom

[shinedsobright]

[Fret is taking a break from tinkering with the flashlights, growing tired enough that he is starting to consider simply replacing the school's wallpaper with aluminum foil. But there is no time for that, so checking on Sonic works.

Besides, he did notice his outburst earlier. It just - he just needed to stay away from reminders of personal loss right now, that's all. Doesn't mean he's not worried about him though.]

Oof. Even you're hitting the books, huh? What's eating you?

Re: classroom

[canreallymove]

I'm bored. UGH.

Also, what gives with these books?

[Pointing to the atlas.]

Thought most of you guys didn't know what Mobius was!

[shinedsobright]

Wow. We're all bored, don't scare me like that!

[But he will look at this Atlas in confusion cause he still doesn't know what that is]

I mean, I'm not exactly a geography expert, but pretty sure that's just the Earth.

[canreallymove]

Say what?

Nah, man, this is definitely Mobius.

[He starts pointing to things in the United States.]

See, Robotropolis is right there, the Great Forest is...this area, and the Great Unknown is like....this big area here...

[shinedsobright]

You can't say something's definite and then start callin' it shit like "Great Unknown"! That's just Florida.

[canreallymove]

Naw man, that's totally the Great Unknown! It's all deserty and dusty with volcanos! And Drood Henge is right here!

[He's...he's just pointing to where Orlando is-]

Kitchen

[temmapathy]

[Well, Emma can smell something cooking, so she eventually wanders by to get a closer look. Is he making more chili, or something else?]

Re: Kitchen

[canreallymove]

[He's making a lot of chili dogs, but he's also run out of chili! GASP!!

So now he's making some different types of dogs to use up the rest of the stuff.]

UUUUUUUUUGH!! Why did the Principal do this?!!


[He doesn't quite notice Emma yet, though she can still lip read him.]

[temmapathy]

[...well, that's probably not good. She's going to wait until he's not doing anything that looks too time-sensitive before approaching and waving. Once he's focused on her, she'll start signing.]

Do what?

[canreallymove]

They took the juice out of the Power Ring! Now I have no speed AND I can't calm down!!

[JUST MAKIN' HOT DOGS, SOOOO MANY HOT DOGS, maybe he's going to run out soon so MAYBE he should make something else-]

[temmapathy]

[She looks at the ring.] Hey, I think I got one of those out of the machine! You want me to get it and see if that helps?

[canreallymove]

M-maybe?

[Please don't make him more hopped up without juice, please please pleaaaaase-]

[temmapathy]

[Emma just wants to be helpful! She'll run off to her room, coming back after some time with another ring that she holds out.]

Here you go!

1/2

[canreallymove]

Ok, here goes nothin'!

[A flash of light, and-]

[canreallymove]

................................


[Wow, uh, can someone vibrate from too much sugar?

Because this is the closest equivalent that will probably happen. Oh, and of course, no speed.]


I-I-I-I.

HA-A-A-A-AATE THIS PLACE!!

[temmapathy]

I think we all do. [She waits for him to stop screaming, mostly so that he'll actually be looking at her hands.]

Kitchen

[cellpreservation]

[Who the heckie does he keep hearing in here- oh, it's Sonic.]

What's so uncool?

[canreallymove]

My Power Ring! It doesn't work right anymore!!

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE making more food GRUMBLE]

[cellpreservation]

[...Wtf does that mean.]

What does a power ring do?

[canreallymove]

It normally makes me stronger and faster! But now?

[He gestures to the darkened ring as he tosses more cheese around.]

Now I feel like I just ate a pound of sugar!! UNCOOL!!

[cellpreservation]

They already took away your speed, so I guess it makes sense they'd mess with that, too...

[canreallymove]

NNNNNNnnnnngh.

[The oven dings.]

Ugh, you mind takin' out the muffins before they burn? I'm workin' on the dogs still.

[cellpreservation]

Oh. Uh, sure.

[Finding some oven mitts to retrieve the muffins.]

...Are you good at cooking?

[canreallymove]

Gotta be when you live on Mobius!

[They are blueberry muffins and them smell unfairly delicious.]

Especially when Buttnik's in charge. All the food factories now make his stupid SWATBots, after all. Or, well, they did before we beat him.



Like I literally fell asleep from the party before I woke up here, I think.