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

[cellpreservation]

[How do you perform therapy for a dog? Questions Yuta never thought he'd be asking, and yet.]

...Do you want to try talking about it?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...maybe a little, but...do you want to hear about...bleeding walls?

[He figures most people would rather not.]

[cellpreservation]

I don't know about want, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

If...if you say so.

[A deep breath.]

It-it happened last night, around midnight, I think. Something dripped from the ceiling a-and, surprise surprise, it...it was blood. I freaked out a-and ran into the hall. The blood was dripping from the ceiling there, too. Dewey, Adorabat and Jeanne came out of their rooms, and they...also weren't taking it well. I-I think Adorabat wanted to wake up some of the others, but...I-I don't know why, but...I knew it wouldn't work.

We-we went upstairs, to the science lab, a-and...

[He pauses, unsure if Yuta's taking this well.]

[cellpreservation]

[He's got the kind of detached interest one has when listening to a particularly strange and gruesome nightmare being recounted.]

And?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[That...is fair, he supposes.]

It...I thought it was just covered in blood, but...it was like more was coming from the walls. Like they were alive, a-and actively bleeding! And-and we don't even get more than a second to process, when just-something in my head tells me...there's something in there-and I know-I know the other heard something too, because they-we all went into this-this scene from a horror movie and started...searching, for...something.

But-but that's not all! The blood-it-I-I don't know what else to say-it was wrong! I didn't-if I tried to get a full scent, I would've passed out, but-I smelled some and-and it was too thick, it was too warm, it-it-it stuck too much-I had to shower for an hour just to feel clean again, and I'm still not sure if I smell like blood still!

[aaaaand back to frantic mode.]

[cellpreservation]

[Oh boy.

...

Once again questioning how he ended up like this, he leans forward just a little to try... smelling... if Dylan still reeks of blood..............]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...is this how it feels for humans when dogs do this? Weird.

But, if there is any scent of blood still on Dylan, Yuta certainly can't smell it.]

[cellpreservation]

[Rubbing at his nose a little.]

Well I don't smell anything.

[Granted he doesn't have a dog's sense of smell but maybe it still counts for something?]

I think you'll be okay. Uh... physically, anyway.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Deep breaths, deeeeeep breaths...]

That's...thank you. I wasn't-I wasn't sure if I was imagining or...what, really.

[cellpreservation]

You might be.

[It sounds an awful lot like a nightmare.]

Have you asked the others if they remember it too?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I...I figured they did?

B-but it-it wasn't a nightmare! I know it wasn't, because it took too long to-to wash off, and I wasn't able to get sleep after because how does one even sleep after seeing something like that, and-and...

[He tapers off a bit, eyes no longer looking at Yuta, instead focused on something in the junk pile.]

And...I missed a spot.

[He raises a paw to point at the Skip It which, if Yuta looks closely at, he'll notice has a red spot near the top of it.]

[cellpreservation]

[Looking over and...

...

Uh,]

...Wait, is that seriously-?!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Yup.

[He's just gonna...go back to laying down, thank you very much.]

[cellpreservation]

[...Okay now he needs to poke the blood. For Science.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Well, it's probably not as warm or as sticky as Dylan remembers it, but it's still enough to stick to Yuta's finger, and if he sniffs, it will smell like blood.]

[cellpreservation]

[Huh!

That sure is blood!]

...Okay. So maybe it did happen.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

YA THINK?!

[Sorry for the yelling Yuta, but this is still very stressful to think about.]

[cellpreservation]

After everything that's happened here, do you think it's impossible to have weird nightmares like that?!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

NO, IT IS NOT, AND I AM SORRY FOR YELLING, BUT WHEN I NEVER WENT BACK TO SLEEP AFTER SEEING THIS, I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M SUPPOSED TO THINK IT WAS A DREAM!

[cellpreservation]

Some people fall asleep without even realizing it!

[Ugh. He needs to go wash his hands off now.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I-maybe it could've been that, but it still seemed unlikely!

[oh, the desire to just. Sink into the floor.]

[cellpreservation]

Well anyway, I can go ask the others about it later. For now, I'm going to go wash this off.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Alright, I'm just gonna...lay here for a bit longer...

[his brain feels very bleh right now]