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

[shinedsobright]

GATHER

[This morning, Fret is in the hallway just outside the school store, flipping and catching Rindo's player pin like a coin out of tension and boredom. He's clearly getting restless thinking about the hostages, especially when there hasn't seemed to be much in the way of plans from this group. ....It is finally starting to sink in that maybe he shouldn't be leaving that entirely up to a group of majority twelve and under kids. Time to give it his best shot. He's gonna be hitting people up for their junk regains. Especially if they resemble animal parts, or something weapon-like.]

Sooo we've been using the school gacha for a while... but you know, in game gacha you're supposed to recycle trash rolls into better units, or... something? Or maybe it was using junk to make art... whatever, who cares! Point is, I'll take whatever you got! Pretty please?

[Once he's done there, he'll finish up by searching around for anything that's been randomly discarded. These are the only contraband in the school that seem largely unmoderated by the Principal - the key to innovation must be in there somewhere! Well, if nothing else, he seems to be finding a lot of unloved Fuzzbuzzes gathering dust in the corners of rooms.]

CREATION OF THE FUTURE

[Now Fret is in the workshop and he's locked the door to make something out of whatever junk he received. Occasionally you can hear Fret's voice pipe up, and a chorus of Fuzzbuzzes mimicking his speech. Something deeply cursed must be happening in there... Every once in a while, he steps out into the art room to make sure there aren't any Little Brothers poking around before resuming his mysterious deeds.]

EXCESS ENERGY

[Once he is done doing... whatever THAT was, he stashes the cursed project in his room and heads out to his usual haunt in the gym. Spending that much time in the presence of Many A Fuzzbuzz is stressful, on top of everything else, and he wants to relieve some of that stress. Also he's wearing the Chullo of the Chosen one because it makes him look so very rainbow and cute. Apparently, the hat on his pants is NOT due to an aversion to hat wearing. Anyway, he'll wave for attention and call out whoever is in there.]

Ayo! Who's up for some ping pong?!

Gym

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat stops fluttering by once she's called out to.]

What's ping pong? Is that a video game?

[shinedsobright]

Close!! It's a game-game! It's what those tables are for over there with the little nets.

[violence_ensues]

ooooh, Can you teach me?

[Adorabat flies over and picks up a paddle, managing to fly with only a single wing.]

[shinedsobright]

It's real easy, Dora!

[Probably, maybe. As long as the single-winged flying doesn't throw her too off balance? He's a little amazed at how that's working so far]

We just bounce the ball back and forth over the net with the paddles. If your opponent (that's me) doesn't catch the ball, you get a point. If you screw up and hit the net or go out of bounds, I get a point. And it's the same on my end. Make sense?

[violence_ensues]

Where is out of bounds?

Gym

[lets_dewey_it]

Heck yeah! _{[Holy heck does he want to swing the paddle so hard that the balls dent the walls. But alas, they are plastic. Still, he will grab a paddle and jump onto the other end of the table, seeing as he is short.]}

[shinedsobright]

[He'll allow it since Dewey probably isn't heavy enough to flip the table by jumping around on it.]

Sweeeeet! First to 11 then!

[Fret confirms as he goes to the other side, and picks up the ball. But he doesn't serve it yet]

Wanna janken for who serves?

[lets_dewey_it]

Yerp! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! _{[Almost by instinct, he picked rock.]}

[shinedsobright]

[So did Fret. they can't help Having Icons For It!!]

Aiko desho!

[this is what you say when you tie in Japanese rock paper scissors, where you just keep throwing them out in rapid succession until the tie is broken. But Fret is fairly simple and just picks paper next.]

Ping....Pong

[spychic]

[Anya looks up at Fret curiously.]

Ping pong? Anya...has seen ping pong.

[On TV.

She's never played.]

[shinedsobright]

Uh huh. Ping pong's perfect for summer, doncha think?

[Says the guy in the winter hat. But listen - with a legend like the one attached to it, this thing is guaranteed to have incredible stats by TWEWY standards, and Fret has the fashion sense to understand that]

[spychic]

Anya doesn't really know how to play.

If you want to play, you...may have to teach Anya, a little.

You just...try to hit the ball past someone?

[:thonk:]

[shinedsobright]

Pretty much, yeah! Don't let it go too far off the table and keep hitting it back.

[He pauses, though. Would she be able to stand on the table like Dewey?]

Should we get you something to stand on...?

[Or maybe there's a shorter table that he could sit??]

Creation of the Future!

[hashtagwoof]

[ Hunter makes the unfortunate mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. So he heard all the noise coming from the workshop while he was debating on drawing something in the Art Room next door...

So of course whenever Fret pokes his head in to check for sheeps, he will find a very confused Hunter instead. ]

Dude... What are you doing in there?

[shinedsobright]

[He does not the other boy's presence deter him from checking for them, but then he shuts the door again and answers]

Just setting up a little secret weapon-slash-prank for the sheeple. This is top secret, alright? They can't see the thing 'til it's done!

[hashtagwoof]

[ He raises an eyebrow, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]

... Mind if I take a peek? [ He's already getting out of his seat and walking over. ] I've kept worse secrets before.

[shinedsobright]

[Fret freezes for a second. Wow, does he want anyone seeing his unfinished project? ...Actually, it's for the best. He can test its creep factor!]

Well, if you're sure! Try to keep your voice down though. And for the record, I can totally explain this...

[He hopes he doesn't scream!! But... after Fret lets him into the room, Hunter is now looking at a handful of fuzzbuzzes, their skins removed, staring into his soul with their eyelids all the way up. One is stuffed into the model skeleton's ribcage, the skeleton seeming to be where Fret is transfering the pelts onto. This is horrifying, and quite possibly the reason he shouldn't be the ideas man.]

There's not a lot of ways we can fight fire with fire here. I figured we can confuse the Brothers for a while if they think they have a monster to go after!

["FIgHt... fIiIiGhT!" "Fire, fIRe!" the creepy warped voices groan after. How did he even get them to sound like that?]

GATHER

[cellpreservation]

[Looking at the pretty princess dress and princess' locket.

Looks at Fret.]

If you say so.

[shinedsobright]

....Well, I did say pretty...

[He'll take them! It's not what he wanted them for but hey. Royal garments probably have good stats, right?]

[cellpreservation]

What do you even need it for?

[shinedsobright]

Inspiration, mostly. We gotta outsmart the Principal somehow, and the random stuff we get's probably the only stuff he's not in control of. There's children's toys, Linkin Park... all stuff he wouldn't want us to have. Maybe there's something we can do with it all.

GATHER

[curdle]

Got... what?

[shinedsobright]

Gachapon... it's the machine with all the random stuff! Ever use it?

[Not missing a beat here, he has never spoken to Thomasin but you can tell she's out of her depth with this stuff just by looking at her]

[curdle]

This last week.

[ She waited a long-ass time to get started! Which, in all likelihood, checks out. ]

'Tis a strange device indeed. [ ... ] Pray forgive me, what of the rest you said?