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

[weirdlymagical]

[Luz jerks, as if shaken out of some thoughts she'd been lost in. She looks around before noticing Dylan - oh, right. Talking dogs exist. It's a sad world where she can't focus on how cute that is.]

Oh! Hey. Yeah...

[Owlbert, who looks in every way like an ordinary owl (maybe too ordinary) regards Dylan with a hoot.]

Just, uh... trying to focus. Drawing some glyphs. Normal stuff.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Tiny owl, so realistic, so weird! The robotics must be so advanced! If Dawkins were here, there would definitely here, it would definitely be an hour's worth of questioning. As it stands, Dylan regards...him? Her? It?? The owl with a nod.]

Uh, hi.

Glyphs...like, magic stuff?

[weirdlymagical]

Yeah. Magic stuff.

[Owlbert nods back. He is unfazed by gendered norms, due to being made of magic wood.]

Back where I'm from - well, from the world I was in before this one - magic was everywhere.

[Fondly, she runs a few fingers across a glyph, frowning as if she expected an effect. There is none.]

And I was a powerful witch.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Uh...huh...

[He is. Trying his best. To not say anything mean. Because it would be SO RUDE. To just invalidate this. When everyone is currently miserable.

So! Focus on a different part of things.]

And what could these glyphs...do? Start fires? Shoot lightening? Turn someone...invisible?