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castle_whims2022-08-27 11:42 pm
whimsicalism) wrote in castle_whims2022-08-27 11:42 pm
WEEK 2
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?
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!
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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
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[ 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. ]
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[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!]
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[ You might think Valmont would be more used to being threatened with physical harm, after the whole Emma incident. He isn't. He rolls off of Dylan and into a ball, cowering. ]
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The stone thing (Valmont's thing, he thinks?) gets shoved into a pocket, since he's wearing the school jacket again. Rana and Rigel get shoved into the other pocket-a tight squeeze, but it makes them more secure, and it means he can actually stand now.]
Well, I have this word for you that you've probably never heard of, it's called please. When you use it, someone might actually consider giving you something more than if you attack them.
Second, just for all of that, I will be keeping this...thing, until we either get out of here, or you learn these other things called manners.
[So...probably the first one.]
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I will never lower myself to saying "please" to you! ...And that one didn't count!
[ There's pure rage in his face, and he looks for a moment like he's planning on straight-up jumping Dylan again, teeth be damned. But it fades. If the bandage around his left hand is anything to go by, he's already been injured quite enough for one week. ]
You may have brute intimidation on your side, but I will get that talisman back from you, dog. Mark my words.
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[Sarcasm: So Easy, Even Dogs Can Use It!
Dylan doesn't even try to hide his eye roll at Valmont's words, already very done with this situation.]
Yeah, sure you will. And I'll become an actual member of a royal family. Now are you going to leave me alone, or am I going to have to hide this...talisman, in my room for the time being?
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[ Not that they probably have the same monarch some forty years on. Whatever. Valmont's still not even sure this guy's actually English. ]
Hide it wherever you please. I've got my ways.
[ This is highly debatable. ]
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[You'd think annoying rich kids would be well skilled in such a thing.]
Yeah, whatever. Officially leaving this conversation.
[And the dog is heading out the door, unless Valmont tries to stop him.]