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]

NYUH-UM!

[The folder gets snapped shut in his paws, and Dylan looks at Adorabat, before locking onto the skateboard.]

It's-it's not mine. It's from...someone at home.

[violence_ensues]

Oh? Who's is it?

[Sorry, Dylan, but curious bat is curious.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

S...someone...you probably don't know...

[He doesn't want to keep this conversation going, what could he do-ah!]

What-what did you get?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat flutters over to her box and picks it up, bringing it over to Dylan so he can see all that's inside.]

Here! You can see.

[Three photos, all of them containing both a cat and a badger doing various things. In addition, there's cat and badger hair in there. Lastly, there's colorfully-painted drumsticks for a drumset.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Hm, so that's what they look like.

[It's pretty easy to interpret who's who here. Mao Mao is a cat, Badgerclops has to be a badger, probably with one eye. Still, kinda weird to see some animals standing two legs instead of four.]

Are the drumsticks yours, Mao Mao's, or Badgerclops'?

[violence_ensues]

They're mine! I have a drum kit at daddy's mansion.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Ah, okay.

[...wait...]

I thought you call your dads by their first names?

[violence_ensues]

Uuuh, what? I only have one daddy.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...???]

Are...are Mao Mao and Badgerclops...not your parents?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat giggles a little.]

No, silly! They're my bestest best friends!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Huh. Alright.

In my defense, you talk about them so much and so positively, it seemed a lot like they were your dads or something.

[violence_ensues]

They're not boring.

[Wingshrug]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Fair enough, I guess.

[...]

Is your dad boring then?

[violence_ensues]

Well, um...

[Adorabat meekly pokes the tips of her wings together.]

He doesn't fight monsters or beat up criminals... And he wanted me to live with him not fighting monsters until me, Mao Mao, and Badgerclops saved him from a monster. And he has that thing with your nose when you smell cats, except with a lot of stuff. And he likes reading...

I mean I love my daddy, but... Mao Mao and Badgerclops...!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...hm...]

That's...fair, I guess.

[And also...uncomfortably familiar...

More subject changes, before he can dwell on it-]

So...you can play the drums?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat picks the drumsticks up, one in each wing.]

A little bit. Kinda wish I could play as good as those death metal bands I like.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Death metal? That...sounds about right.]

Well, you know what they say, practice makes perfect.

I'm sure you'll get there eventually.

[violence_ensues]

Yeah... YEAH! Forget the dumb banjo lessons! I wanna take drum lessons!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[That actually gets a snort out of him.]

Banjo lessons? Whose idea was it to have you take banjo lessons when you prefer the drums?

[violence_ensues]

My daddy. I skipped 'em to be with Mao Mao and Badgerclops.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Well that I can definitely get behind. What's the point of learning an instrument when you don't even like it?

[violence_ensues]

Yeah! Whoever heard of a death metal band using a banjo?

[Adorabat giggles.]

Do you know any instruments?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[He lets out a chuckle as well.]

None that I've ever heard of, that's for sure.

[Dylan, how many death metal bands have you even heard of-]

No, but my brother D.J. makes music. I know he plays the theremin, can use ice as an instrument, and does some stuff digitally.

[violence_ensues]

What's a theremin?

[Adorabat knows what a DJ is, but not this strange musical instrument.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

An electrical instrument that doesn't need to be touched to actually be played. It's good at making creepy music.

[Speaking from a listener perspective.]