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

Mystery 3 | Blood is Thicker

[whimsicalism]

[It’s very early Monday. The clocks slowly tick to five past midnight as some students get a rather rude awakening–that is, if they could get any sleep tonight. It’s been a long weekend, after all. Betrayal and death have struck the Academy. It would be understandable to spend a sleepless night staring at the ceiling.

For those asleep, the sudden wet sensation falling on them would be enough to stir them awake. For those awake, well, pray that you weren’t looking up. Something is seeping through your dorm room’s ceiling. Something wet, warm, and red.

Blood.

Globs drip onto you as a stain grows steadily bigger in the ceiling above. Perhaps the sins of Saturday are coming back to haunt you?

Either way, the laboratory is on the floor above the dorms. It may be a good idea to head in that direction unless you want to stay in your room with the ever growing amount of blood seeping into it.]

((OOC: As with the previous mystery, this is a locked event. You may talk about the events after they happen, of course, but trying to wake up the other students isn’t allowed. If they try they’ll get a sensation that they just don’t have the time to spare. What happens to your belongings after the mystery is up to you! We don’t want to make that decision for you. While you may respond to the event individually to put in your reactions since this an investigation, we prefer that you stick together for the duration.]

Re: Mystery 3 | Blood is Thicker

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Well, he was trying to sleep. But, as soon as he felt something drip on him, his eyes shot open, and what a sight he had to wake up to...]}

WH-WHAT IS THIIIIS?! <sub>[He is NOT staying in his room with that blood in there, he's running out, trying not to break down as he looked desperately for anyone else, but being unable to bring himself to pound on their doors, instead hotfooting it out of the dorm area, panting before trying to collect himself and think about what's on the floor above the dorms.

The lab... That's it!]</sub>

[whimsicalism]

[Are you glancing up as you run?]

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Well, now he is because the ominous feeling in his gut is telling him to!]}

[whimsicalism]

[The stain is growing bigger in the hall as well. Whatever it is, it's growing.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

That-that-that's-that's not normal!

[why is this happening why is this happening why is this happening-]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat comes fluttering after the trio.]

What's going on up there? Should we tell the others?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I-if they're not awake by now, I...I'm not sure if anything could wake them up.

[How does one sleep through blood falling from the ceiling???]

[whimsicalism]

[A large glob of blood falls on your nose, Dylan.]

CW: Emeto

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[oh, great!

Dylan is spending the next few seconds desperately trying not to hurl up his dinner because everything smells like blood everything smells like blood everything smells like blood-]

[violence_ensues]

[With all this blood falling down and on them, Adorabat is getting increasingly nervous.]

Come on, WE GOTTA GET UP THERE!

[Adorabat flies up the stairs.]

CW: Emeto still

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Adora-gugh-Adorabat...

[Still very much struggling to not puke, but Dylan holds back, following Adorabat up the stairs as quick as he can-which is pretty quick, since he is a dog.]

Re: CW: Emeto still

[lets_dewey_it]

W-Wait up!! _{[After what Jeanne said, Dewey is definitely not going to linger here, and will also hold Jeanne by the wrist so as not to leave her behind as he bolted.]}

[holyironmade]

Up? Of course we need to worry about what's up there, but the presence was only in the hallw—

[She might as well go along with this, thinking that feathers would be dislodged if she removed Dewey's hand by force, but it's worth nothing that Dewey is small enough for this to actually hamper her movement far more significantly. Her shoes clatter on the floor in the tilted gait.]

[whimsicalism]

[The presence of blood is growing even stronger as the group moves onto floor two. Did... did someone leave the door open to the lab?]

sorry if this clutters the thread i just had to say

[lets_dewey_it]

You're telling me?! _{[He was surprised that Dylan wasn't saying it was a prank at this point.]}

[holyironmade]

[Catching up... Something has clicked for her over the course of the walk after that weird glare she received.]

It is a presence. Like A-Friend. Abnormal in the extreme.

[whimsicalism]

[There was no mistaking the malice in that presence, Jeanne, yet now among the globs of falling blood it doesn't seem to be there anymore. Strange.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan was, fortunately, one of the ones asleep, probably out of exhaustion from the last two nights not being the best. Unfortunately, as everyone already knows, Dylan is a dog, and it doesn't take any longer than a second to realize what's interrupted his sleep.

He zips out of his dorm room in a flash, breathing heavy and looking terrified. There's a spot of blood on his muzzle, higher up, near his eyes.]

Wh-what...what...what...

[whimsicalism]

[You're not alone, at least but you may be gaining a few more spots in the hall, Dylan.]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat doesn't even feel the blood dripping on her at first. She's hanging from the roof, so the blood doesn't have that far to go. It's only after a minute or two that she starts getting woken up by it. She blearily looks around, rubbing a wing on her eyes.

The blood travels from her leg... to her stomach, then to her head. It's at this point she notices the smell and jolts from the ceiling with a small yelp. She presses a wing on the blood drip on her and looks at it with a gasp, looking up at the ceiling and noticing the bloodstain.]

...Again? And so soon...?

[With a sigh, she opens her door and peaks out to see if anyone is there.]

[whimsicalism]

[Apparently so, Adorabat. At least you're not alone even as the drops start falling in the hall as well.]

[violence_ensues]

[She notices Dewey, Dylan, and Jeanne, and zips after them.]

[holyironmade]

[Honestly this is not an unusual sleeping condition for Jeanne but eventually she rolls on her side and realizes it is only coming from one direction, which is bad. She gets up with an extra large bloodstain on her pajamas, puts on her shoes because some people just can't get over that, and briskly sets off towards the stairs. To her company, she remarks:]

This few of us coming running? I suppose it is strangely soon for another sin.

[whimsicalism]

[There's something different for you, Jeanne, when you open the door. While there is more blood dripping in the hall only you notice something else. Just for a very brief moment it's as if someone is glaring at you... but the feeling fades very quickly.

Something doesn't like you but at least they've moved on.]