WEEK 2

[whimsicalism]

WEEK TWO

Two weeks is plenty of time to get used to a new school, but the horrors of Ira Academy are likely to require much more acclimation than that. The lesson learned this weekend may be more important than anything else taught thus far: Regardless of motivation, regardless of friendliness, regardless of heroism, any member of the student body could turn out to be a killer.

Starting this week, the immovable, impenetrable glass wall blocking the staircase by the first aid station has receded. Students are free to go up the stairs beyond that wall and leave the ground floor of the school for the first time.

The new area that opens up in the Academy couldn't come at a better time. Past the landing, where a new ascending flight of stairs now waits behind another thick impenetrable wall of glass, the second floor greets students with muted, calming colors. The rooms in this area of the school house activities targeted at calming, freeing, or emptying the mind. After witnessing such terrible things on Saturday, it would be lovely to clear such thoughts away entirely, wouldn't it?

On Monday, classes will resume as normal, as if the student body had not undergone recent and horrific attrition. At least there are a fair few more places to hide now that the next floor has opened up, and it might be easier to avoid the Little Brothers trying to herd you into the classroom every now and then. It would be easy to let unease and paranoia reign over everyone. Perhaps, come Tuesday again, there will be another announcement from the Principal, holding another threat over everyone's head until the right person snaps and attempts the optional capstone project. There may be another mysterious phenomenon to follow through the school, seeking a hint of meaning or answers. Of course, you could all give up and choose re-education.

How will you move on?

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Regains | AC | IC Profiles | Locations | Mystery Information | A Contact | Sheep Contact

OOC NOTES

Welcome to Week 2. The Prefect has been removed from play until further notice and will no longer be able to be contacted. Mod Shay will continue to work for the game on an administrative level. ICly, the Principal will mention vaguely that the Prefect has been removed from her duties for the foreseeable future. The IC rules will be updated to reflect this and that's how the characters will find out. The sheep will take up her work monitoring the school and have their own contact post, and the A/V room is still locked. While you're free to question this ICly, please be mindful of others and try not to push the issue either ICly or OOCly. This isn't related to the plot and shouldn't be treated as such.

As a reminder, AC runs Sunday to Sunday concurrent with these posts and is collected based on the prior week; this means you have a whole week to get in AC for the week prior. AC for week 1 should be submitted no later than this coming Sunday. Remember to submit your regains! Also, if you want to investigate put INVESTIGATE on your subject line, please!

Comments

THURSDAY

[whimsicalism]

Closed to Sonic

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[So...motive stuff is still in people's heads...and now other things getting questioned heavily for Dylan, and at this point...maybe dealing with it all on his own is...not the best idea?

Another day, another batch of coins to redeem, and another familiar ring. Dylan knows who it belongs to and knows that it would be perfectly easy to just knock on a door, give the ring, maybe talk for a short bit, then go on about his day. But...he should talk about things, shouldn't he? He said it before, they should all be able to work together to keep the peace, or something like that. He should be working on that.

One step at a time.

So that knocking does happen, but there's a plan in mind Dylan waits for the hedgehog to answer.]

[canreallymove]

[It's only a few seconds for Sonic to answer.]

Hey dude! Uh, this is unexpected.

What's up?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Wow, that was quicker than expected-]

O-oh, uh, nothing much, just...

[Dylan doesn't exactly have many ways to store things, and even with the new jacket the pockets aren't exactly big, so he's gotta be clever on how he carries things around. So it's probably not too surprising that he has to remove the big ring from his midsection, offering it to Sonic.]

I...got one of your rings again. Figured I should get it back to you ASAP, you know?

[canreallymove]

Oh, yeah, thanks!

[He does smile as he takes the ring back.]

Not that that I can do much with it here, but hey, you never know!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Yeah, better to have it and not need than to need it and not have it.

[Say it, say it now before he thinks everything's fine he can go-]

A-also, I kind of...wanted to talk, a bit more? If that's alright?

[The smile is kind of forced, but it could be worse? Probably?]

[shinedsobright]

GATHER

[This morning, Fret is in the hallway just outside the school store, flipping and catching Rindo's player pin like a coin out of tension and boredom. He's clearly getting restless thinking about the hostages, especially when there hasn't seemed to be much in the way of plans from this group. ....It is finally starting to sink in that maybe he shouldn't be leaving that entirely up to a group of majority twelve and under kids. Time to give it his best shot. He's gonna be hitting people up for their junk regains. Especially if they resemble animal parts, or something weapon-like.]

Sooo we've been using the school gacha for a while... but you know, in game gacha you're supposed to recycle trash rolls into better units, or... something? Or maybe it was using junk to make art... whatever, who cares! Point is, I'll take whatever you got! Pretty please?

[Once he's done there, he'll finish up by searching around for anything that's been randomly discarded. These are the only contraband in the school that seem largely unmoderated by the Principal - the key to innovation must be in there somewhere! Well, if nothing else, he seems to be finding a lot of unloved Fuzzbuzzes gathering dust in the corners of rooms.]

CREATION OF THE FUTURE

[Now Fret is in the workshop and he's locked the door to make something out of whatever junk he received. Occasionally you can hear Fret's voice pipe up, and a chorus of Fuzzbuzzes mimicking his speech. Something deeply cursed must be happening in there... Every once in a while, he steps out into the art room to make sure there aren't any Little Brothers poking around before resuming his mysterious deeds.]

EXCESS ENERGY

[Once he is done doing... whatever THAT was, he stashes the cursed project in his room and heads out to his usual haunt in the gym. Spending that much time in the presence of Many A Fuzzbuzz is stressful, on top of everything else, and he wants to relieve some of that stress. Also he's wearing the Chullo of the Chosen one because it makes him look so very rainbow and cute. Apparently, the hat on his pants is NOT due to an aversion to hat wearing. Anyway, he'll wave for attention and call out whoever is in there.]

Ayo! Who's up for some ping pong?!

Gym

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat stops fluttering by once she's called out to.]

What's ping pong? Is that a video game?

[shinedsobright]

Close!! It's a game-game! It's what those tables are for over there with the little nets.

[violence_ensues]

ooooh, Can you teach me?

[Adorabat flies over and picks up a paddle, managing to fly with only a single wing.]

Gym

[lets_dewey_it]

Heck yeah! _{[Holy heck does he want to swing the paddle so hard that the balls dent the walls. But alas, they are plastic. Still, he will grab a paddle and jump onto the other end of the table, seeing as he is short.]}

[shinedsobright]

[He'll allow it since Dewey probably isn't heavy enough to flip the table by jumping around on it.]

Sweeeeet! First to 11 then!

[Fret confirms as he goes to the other side, and picks up the ball. But he doesn't serve it yet]

Wanna janken for who serves?

[lets_dewey_it]

Yerp! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! _{[Almost by instinct, he picked rock.]}

Ping....Pong

[spychic]

[Anya looks up at Fret curiously.]

Ping pong? Anya...has seen ping pong.

[On TV.

She's never played.]

[shinedsobright]

Uh huh. Ping pong's perfect for summer, doncha think?

[Says the guy in the winter hat. But listen - with a legend like the one attached to it, this thing is guaranteed to have incredible stats by TWEWY standards, and Fret has the fashion sense to understand that]

[spychic]

Anya doesn't really know how to play.

If you want to play, you...may have to teach Anya, a little.

You just...try to hit the ball past someone?

[:thonk:]

Creation of the Future!

[hashtagwoof]

[ Hunter makes the unfortunate mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So he heard all the noise coming from the workshop while he was debating on drawing something in the Art Room next door...

So of course whenever Fret pokes his head in to check for sheeps, he will find a very confused Hunter instead. ]

Dude... What are you doing in there?

[shinedsobright]

[He does not the other boy's presence deter him from checking for them, but then he shuts the door again and answers]

Just setting up a little secret weapon-slash-prank for the sheeple. This is top secret, alright? They can't see the thing 'til it's done!

[hashtagwoof]

[ He raises an eyebrow, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]

... Mind if I take a peek? [ He's already getting out of his seat and walking over. ] I've kept worse secrets before.

GATHER

[cellpreservation]

[Looking at the pretty princess dress and princess' locket.

Looks at Fret.]

If you say so.

[shinedsobright]

....Well, I did say pretty...

[He'll take them! It's not what he wanted them for but hey. Royal garments probably have good stats, right?]

[cellpreservation]

What do you even need it for?

GATHER

[curdle]

Got... what?

[shinedsobright]

Gachapon... it's the machine with all the random stuff! Ever use it?

[Not missing a beat here, he has never spoken to Thomasin but you can tell she's out of her depth with this stuff just by looking at her]

[curdle]

This last week.

[ She waited a long-ass time to get started! Which, in all likelihood, checks out. ]

'Tis a strange device indeed. [ ... ] Pray forgive me, what of the rest you said?