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]

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.]

[violence_ensues]

i wanna see one i wanna see one i wanna see one i wanna see one i wanna see one i wanna see one i wanna see one

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Another chuckle, as well as a head pat.]

When we get out of here, sure. D.J. will probably love have someone to listen to him on that thing.

Until then, there's not much we can do but be patient.

[violence_ensues]

[Yay! Headpats! Thanks, bro!]

[But this does bring up a concern.]

Umm... How am I gonna get from Pure Heart Valley to your home?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Well...the Principal brought us all here, despite us all being from different worlds. If he can do it, there should be a way for us to do something like it too, right?

[violence_ensues]

You mean like a spaceship? People keep on saying they're from different worlds.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Uh, no, not...necessarily.

[how does a dog explain the multiverse theory to a bat that is a literal preschooler...]

It's more like...everyone here is from very, very different places. To the point that...it feels much more fitting to say we're all from different worlds. So we can't help but think that it's true, and that we are all from different worlds-though not necessarily different planets.

Does that make sense?

[That is about the simplest way he can think to put it.]

[violence_ensues]

mmmmmnh... I think so. I guess even to me, if I went to another village on the same world I'm on, it could seem like a different world. I never really thought about this before...

[Adorabat idly lightly taps her drumsticks on the gable in a sort-of-rhythm.]

Are any of y'all's places powered by giant gems? What's the name of your king...?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Ah, something that's actually normal-well, half normal, anyway.]

I know there's no gems powering London, but we do have a royal family there. Prince Corgi and his little brother Waffles.

[also technically a third one but she's never named so shhhhhhhhhhhhh]

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat pats Dylan's back a couple times.]

Y'all don't have any power there? I'm sorry you have to live like that.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Oh, we do have power! It's just not from a gem. We generate electricity and other kinds of energy in factories to power things.

[Is that vague? Maybe, but in his defense, he's never exactly been interested in power plants.]

[violence_ensues]

Ececissity...? I've never heard of ececissity. Does this place run on it?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

It's pronounced e-lec-tri-ci-ty.

[In a sort of teaching tone.]

And I'm pretty sure it does, though we'd have to ask around more to be sure.

[violence_ensues]

E-lec-ti-ci-cy... E-lec-tri-ci-ty... Oh, yay!

This might be why I couldn't find the gem on the microwave when I showed Thomasin.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

There you go.

[Proud big brother moment!]

Yeah, that makes sense. Pretty sure those need electrical cords to plug into a wall to make work.

[Of course, he still hasn't exactly looked over a microwave all that much, so he could be wrong.]