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

[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.

[1/2]

[canreallymove]

One sec, I'll be right back.

[Running off-]

[2/2]

[canreallymove]

[And he returns, uncapping a bottle of unknown provenance in his hand. The hand is covering the label, so.]

Ok! Take a nice, biiiiiiig whiff!

[DARE HE SMELL....whatever Sonic just brought in?]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Usually he would think twice, thrice, even four times.

As it is, Dylan doesn't even think once, bestie.

He takes a biiiiiiiiiiiig sniff.]

[canreallymove]

[Well, hopefully Dylan isn't allergic to cinnamon.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[He isn't, luckily.]

Cinnamon. Nose is fine. Thank you.

[The words are definitely meant to show appreciation, but as it is, it sounds almost robotic at the moment.]

[canreallymove]

Ok, good man, good.

[Yeah, he sounds like he needs help.]

So hey, uh. You wanna got for a walk or somethin'? Or just, like.

Hang out and talk?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A pause, before]

Talk is nice.

[canreallymove]

Cool. Let's talk, then!

So, uh.

[don't talk about blood don't talk about blood don't talk about blood don't talk about blood]

Tell me about your family, yeah? Who's at home ready to kick the Principal's butt?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...Dolly, probably. She'd definitely try, at least. Wouldn't take anything lying down.

Mum and Dad, too. We all have enough to deal with at home. If they were here, they probably would've done something by now.

[canreallymove]

Yeah, same here. I got some people who would absolutely be lookin' for a fight when I went missing.

My gal pal Sal, for instance. Uncle Chuck, definitely. Tails for sure. And then Rotor and Bunnie, they'd definitely be pretty upset!




Antoine not so much. But hey, nobody's perfect, right? Especially not Ant.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Yeah...

[He thinks for moment, after hearing Sonic talk.]

Fergus would too. F-fight, I mean. Or...look for another way out. Something that works. He's kinda...used to improvising, I think.

And-I think Hansel? He talks about unleashing his...inner wolf, sometimes. He might-I could see it.

[If they're bringing up friends as well as family.]

[canreallymove]

Fergus sounds like my kinda guy! Use what you gotta.

So, uh, yeah, and...you live with your family, yeah?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

He...is pretty cool, yeah.

Yeah. Mum, Dad, Dolly, Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dawkins, Diesel, Dante, Destiny, Dallas, Deja Vu, Delgado, D.J., Deepak, Da Vinci, Dorothy, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3...

[Dylan will go on until he's reached around a hundred names. Does Sonic have the heart to stop it?]

[canreallymove]

[After about the 45th or so name-]

Wait, time out.

Are these friends and family or just family?? How many brothers and sisters do you have??

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Uh, family. And I have...ninety eight siblings.

[Guess not too many people read his profile.]

[canreallymove]

[Sonic? Read the handbook? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-]

NINETY EIGHT SIBLINGS!?

I don't even know ninety-eight people, how do you remember them all!?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[A little jump at the outburst.]

I mean, they're my family? It would be kind of rude to go up to Dulcinea or Dvorak and ask for a reminder of what their name is. Plus, it does help that everyone's name starts with a D.

[If Sonic was paying attention, all forty or so names Dylan was able to list did indeed start with a d.]

[canreallymove]

...Huh. I guess.

But seriously, that sounds crazy! I can't even imagine having one sibling!...

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Well, you get used to it at some point. I've pretty much always had a brother or sister I've helped look after, so it's...weirder not having one with me, by now.

[...hm...]

[canreallymove]

...

You miss em' don't you? All of them.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan pulls the rabbits-plush and stone carvings alike-closer to himself. He nods.]

Y-yeah.

[canreallymove]

...Yeah, I feel you. My Uncle Chuck is probably wondering where the heck I've been this whole time.

Actually, I kinda wonder where he is now.

[Is he still living in the city? Did he go to Knothole now that Robotnik was gone?]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...I guess we all have family that we just...have to hope is okay.

[...]

I'm...I'm sorry for how I acted. Before. Slapping your hand and-and yelling.