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

[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?]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat coughs a little, opting to cover her nose (SHE HAS A NOSE!?) with a wing, managing to fly with only the other one. She flutters on over to the door.]

H- hello? Is anyone here? I'm the sheriff, you're safe!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Oh, oh this is bad bad bad! So bad, so very very bad. Dylan hates this so, so much.

But he follows on, because what else is he supposed to do? Abandon a potentially injured person, as well as everyone else.

Still, he's mumbling to himself as he sticks his head through the open doorway.]

Oh my dog, oh my dog, oh my dog, oh my doooooooog...

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[...That was his cue to run ahead of the others, bolting right into the lab in order to see just what was going on. Maybe it was a stupid choice... We'll just have to see.]}

[holyironmade]

[Dewey is through the door first. In the doorway behind him, then, Jeanne searches for a light switch.]

cw: blood. goop. it's a lot of blood

[whimsicalism]

[There's a light switch and you'll need it. The room looks darker than usual. Moist. The wall is slick when when you reach out and turn on the switch.

Dewey? You might want to stop walking a few steps into the room. As the lights turn on the horrors of the room are visible. There's no dead body but there is a lot of blood. Dripping down the walls like mold, it oozes onto the floor. The pool is about a few inches deep yet some of the chairs are sinking into it.

For each one of you, there's a small voice in the back of your mind. It could be easily mistaken as a simple thought.

There's something in there. Find it.]

cw: blood. goop. it's a lot of blood

[violence_ensues]

Uuuuuuuugkh...

[Adorabat's seen a lot of combat before, but this? She was not ready for THIS. In fact, Adorabat's not even sure this amount of blood could even fit in a single body. Maybe not even a single body of a giant MONSTER.]

oooooo...

[She keeps one wing firmly covering her nose and flies over the blood trying to find... something. Anything. Are there cabinets? Adorabat will try searching those first.]

cw: blood. goop. it's a lot of blood

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...ah...

Ah.

Dylan freezes at the sight, because blood, blood, so much blood. but it doesn't last for too long, because there are other people in the room, and he needs to do something to help with all of this.

So he walks into the room. His steps are slow and careful, trying to avoid the blood as much as possible, as well as any notably slippery spots. He has to breathe through his mouth just to keep himself sane, and he can't help but continue his muttering.]

The principal could've...we might still...there has to be...logical answer...

[He searches, but it's definitely not him doing his best.]

Re: cw: blood. goop. it's a lot of blood

[lets_dewey_it]

NOT EVERYTHING HAS A LOGICAL ANSWER, DYLAN, I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT!! _{[Contrary to everyone else, Dewey is actively trying to sift through the blood in order to find that something, even if he didn't want to. He's been the one to take risky routes.]}

[holyironmade]

What on earth...?

[Jeanne's voice conveys surprise at the bizarreness of the situation, not intense disgust. She's trying to see what she can through the light. Well, Adorabat is covering the air, Dylan is exploring the dry part of the ground, Dewey the wet part of the ground. The part where Jeanne can most effectively help is obvious: The chairs. She strides towards them in total confidence, trying to pick each one up to see why it is sinking or if there is an object underneath.]

[whimsicalism]

[Adorabat: Your search isn't very easy. The blood is seeping into the cupboards. Yet, as you move through it you can feel it moving with you. It's not just the sheer amount that is odd, it's the consistency that doesn't feel quite right.

Dylan: It sticks to your fur as you move through, while the scent of blood is definitely think in the air it feels too thick. Too warm. Blood doesn't cling.

Dewey: It definitely is sticking to your feathers and if you're not careful you can feel some sort of suction as you dig through it. Yet you feel there's something close to the floor if you only can urge yourself further.

Jeanne: You find no objects but the blood (?) pulling at your feet can give you an idea of why the chairs are sinking. You have, no pun intended, a sinking feeling that if whatever the object is isn't found soon that walking into the blood wasn't the best idea.]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat barely has any words. It's mostly just a big, fat ?????.]

Uuuh, guys...? Does this blood... feel weird to y'all?

[Still looking through, still searching.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

WELL IT BETTER BE LOGICAL THIS TIME, DEWEY, BECAUSE OTHERWISE I'M HIDING IN MY ROOM FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!

[This is wrong, it's all wrong, so very very horribly wrong and Dylan hates hates HATES ALL OF THIS!]

It's-it's too much, it's sticking too much and it's too warm and too thick and we need to find whatever it is as fast as we can!

[And finally Dylan says forget dignity, he wants out. He's searching more frantically now, sweeping away much blood as possible and looking around as fast as he can.

Whatever it takes to make this end quicker.]

[lets_dewey_it]

I think... I think I'm getting closer! _{[He nearly gets his arms trapped in the suction several times, but he's still pressing on through the blood, his hands grabbing for whatever the hell could possibly be under there.. If it's for his friends, he'll do it!]}

[holyironmade]

That is the entire purpose tradition serves! To unravel mysteries beyond the experience of the everyman! And dog!

[Since we're yelling philosophical things in the middle of this crisis!]

Adorabat, you are right to be careful! This false blood is able to pull us down! Perhaps through the ceiling whence it came!

[Jeanne turns a chair upside-down, without caring for the blood drops this sprays, and attempts to scrape the flat edge over the floor. Maybe it will bump into something!]

This way?

[She brings the chair towards Dewey's direction to clear the path close to him. Even if her feet are sinking in the process, she'll be determined, like when she was trying to give Kuro a piggyback ride.]

1/2

[whimsicalism]

[It's Dewey who finds it. Jeanne's help clearing the blood make the object more obvious: it's a small piece of braided white hair, blood clinging to the broken strands as the aura in the room seems to relax. The blood around them seems to gurgle angrily before retreating back into the floor and walls of the room. That doesn't help the small globs of blood clinging to their clothes but it seems that the danger has passed even as a malicious aura briefly appears and disappears. An aura that's definitely similar to the one that Jeanne felt only a few minutes ago.

Dewey, though... something happens as your grip tightens around the hair. A vision.]

2/2

[whimsicalism]

[The scene is of a dark, small room. The door is made out of frosted glass and a thin amount of light trickles in. Three distinct voices are talking in the other room. A teenage girl, a teenage boy, and a young girl. All three voices are voices you've never heard before.

"See, see, I told you I got a copy--I should have gotten two." The older girl's energy is infectious even if the feeling from the scene is unadulterated hate when she speaks.

The older boy scoffs, uninterested. The younger girl is loud and definitely happy to see whatever the 'copy' is.

At this angle their forms through the window of the door are shadowed. They continue their small talk but the feeling of hate and jealousy doesn't fade as the scene retreats and your mind is back in the present. It takes about only a few seconds to process but it's clear that this is what you were meant to find.]