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

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[So, after...certain things happened this Monday, Dylan is, understandably, not seen for most of the day. It's a heck of a way to wake up, and it's going to take a heck of a long time for him to actually get some sleep again.

If you want to find him for the majority of the day, you're going to need to knock on his dorm room door, as well as be patient. He's kind...mentally preoccupied, at the moment.

If you're lucky, though, you may find him in the cafeteria, surrounded by a variety of objects that may or may not be familiar to some people here. The only things not present are the knife and the shirt-even when he's not fully there, staring up at the ceiling as stars are projected above, he knows better than to let those things out.

He lays on his back, staring up, hugging three things to his chest: the rabbit plushes, and the rabbit-stone-thing.

Feel free to take something if you want, it seems unlikely for him to do...anything, really.]

cafeteria

[hashtagwoof]

[ There's a bunch of random stuff surrounding a shell shocked dog. Not something Hunter expected to see at lunch today. ]

Uh... Dude? Are you... [ Wait, no, Dylan is clearly not ok. ] What happened?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[hello Hunter, Dylan barely even acknowledges your presence, only slightly tipping his head to see you, before staring at the ceiling again.]

Walls bleed.

[hashtagwoof]

... What?

[ Dylan is not acting like himself what's going on ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Walls bleed. Wig braids show visions. Haven't slept since.

Do I still smell? I can't tell.

[canreallymove]

Hey, Dyla--

[Aaand he sees the Power Ring.]

Oh, uh, hey. Mind if I have that ring back?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Just sort of. Flops a paw back and forth.]

All yours. Won't stop the blood.

[canreallymove]

Uh. Blood?

[what]

What blood??

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Walls bleed. Ceilings too.

Lot was on me. Some went up my nose. Can't tell if I still smell or not.

[cellpreservation]

[Is this what a traumatized dog looks like?]

...Dylan?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A glance, then back to the stars projected on the ceiling.]

Take things. Don't mind. Doesn't stop blood.

[cellpreservation]

Umm...

Do I even want to know?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A shrug.]

The science lab is where it bleeds. It rained through the ceiling. Didn't stop until we found wig hair.

[There's the answer anyway, Yuta.]

Cafeteria

[temmapathy]

[Emma hovers over Dylan, looking down at him worriedly.]

Are you alright?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Walls bleed.

[Hope you were expecting a blunt answer Emma, because those are the words that leave Dylan's muzzle.]

[temmapathy]

[She lifts her head to look around, before looking back down at him.] Are they bleeding right now?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Last night. Blood dripped from the ceiling. Woke us up.

Went upstairs. Science lab was bleeding. Wouldn't stop until we found wig hair.

cafeteria

[curdle]

[ She spends, like, ten seconds unironically sizing the Ring Pop up like she isn't sure whether it's a real jewel or not before recognizing the signs of a dog in distress. ]

Dylan? What ails thee?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[He tilts his head to look at Thomasin and, after a second, turns himself over again, trying to face her more normally.]

Sorry I didn't listen before. Magic is real. I don't know anything anymore.

[curdle]

[ now just what in the fuck hath happened here ]

Peace. There be times when 'tis easier to deny such things. [ ... ] What's happened, then?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A small nod.]

Blood dripped from the ceiling. Woke us up last night. Went upstairs to search.

The science lab was covered in blood. Not just covered-it was like it was bleeding.

[britbrat]

[ Okay, normally Valmont, when faced with anything Dylan-related, is going to go ahead and walk straight past. He doesn't really dare to do anything else, as much as he might like to. You never know when Adorabat might be lurking nearby. (And in his experience, the answer to that is worryingly close to "always".)

But today, as he navigates around whatever sort of heap of junk his canine classmate's managed to dig up, he glances down at Dylan - and stops. He's caught sight of something very important nestled between the dog's oddly listless paws. ]

What are you doing with - hand that over!

[ And he tries to snatch the rabbit talisman from Dylan's grasp. ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[In different circumstances, Dylan would just continue laying down, ignoring whatever is up with Valmont. Even if the thing he was about to swipe was something he wanted to keep, so long as he didn't get too close to him. Better to lose something than to deal with him.

But once that hand comes into his vision, he's rolling to the side to avoid it and get out of Valmont's reach, rabbits plush and carved still clutched close to his chest, letting out a low growl.]

Not. In. The Mood

[britbrat]

That's mine!

[ Yeah, Valmont doesn't care about your existential trauma, Dylan, sorry. He lunges, landing squarely on top of Dylan, hands scrabbling to pry his paws away from the talisman. Hopefully not causing bodily harm to either of the plushes in the process. They don't deserve that. ]

Give it back!

[ It's not even really his. But Dylan doesn't need to know that. ]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

What the-!

[Unfortunately, there's not much Dylan can do in the way of escape, since his front paws are occupied by keeping hold of the rabbits and the stone thing, and he doesn't exactly try walking on only two legs very often.]

Have you lost your bloody mind you dodgy blighter?! Or are you trying to kill me!?!

[Fortunately, Dylan is still a dog, and what do dogs have? Sharp, sharp teeth.

He doesn't actually bite Valmont-he's not that out of it yet-but he sure is cutting it close, snapping his jaws very close to the boy's hands and arms. Valmont might want to be careful if he keeps this up!]