WEEK 3

[whimsicalism]

WEEK THREE

Two weeks, two trials, four deaths.

One thing is certain: The monster in charge of this place knows enough about everyone here that he also knows what can drive some of them desperate enough to kill. He is powerful, and he has access, and he despises the whole student body. The face of the class' captor has been revealed now, in a sense, and the flames of his hatred for children have turned out to be very real.

At least, for now, the students of Ira Academy have one another to lean on. Some might have found the post-trial camaraderie a comfort. At least everyone hasn't given up hope. At least many students are still finding their anger and their will to fight back.

There are fewer pretenses this coming week. Classes proceed as normal; the school day still functions as normal, but the further everyone comes from that first fateful meeting with the man in charge of this school, the further away and more incomprehensible the thought that there was ever really a chance of going along with the original plan, completing reeducation, and staying safe.


...Of course, you could still try. There'd be nothing stopping you.

But you won't, will you? That's just how the students of Ira Academy are. You'll visit the third floor of the Academy, ascending the newly opened flight of stairs. Maybe you'll investigate one of the new rooms, dwarfed by the echoes that bounce of the uninvitingly tall ceilings. There's probably still something in this place on your side.

Will you work together, or will you grow further apart?

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OOC NOTES

Welcome to Week 3! New locations have been added and the third floor is now open for exploration. The library is a very large space and more than one person can investigate it throughout the week if you'd like. If you want to investigate one of the Floor 3 rooms, please hit the mods with a ping in Discord and put INVESTIGATE in your subject line.

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 2 should be submitted no later than this coming Sunday. Remember to submit your regains, and sign up for a spot exploring this week's mystery if you want to!

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WEDNESDAY

[whimsicalism]

[violence_ensues]

School Store

[Adorabat had went to the school store in order to try and get some food. She used a few more coins than she usually did, but did not, in fact, get the food she was hoping to get. Now, she has a plethora of objects sitting around her. Adorabat looks over them sadly, grabs a dark angel wing and begins lightly gnawing on it idly.

Uh... care to help her?]

Reception

[Meditation. It was the one thing she knew how to do whuch required the least amount of energy. Sure, she could find other ways to entertain herself, but actually playing or painting or training could use up way too much energy for this week's motive. So, instead, she chooses to meditate. She's encouraged other people to attempt to meditate alongside with her and would be willing to try to teach others how to if they don't know how.]

So Hungry

[Still, in the reception, it may be getting a bit late in the day. Though... what you see is not a meditating Adorabat, but one clutching her stomach, laying on her side, and drooling on the floor. She's not asleep, but she's also not moving.

This must be really hard on her.]

School Store

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Dewey pops in, seeing Adorabat gnawing on the angel wings before his eyes settled on the briefcase.]}

O-Oh, uh, Adorabat! That briefcase! I know this briefcase! _{[Well, it was suggested that that they should distract themselves from the hunger... He might as well talk about the briefcase to be that distraction.]}

[violence_ensues]

Hmmpf?

[Adorabat turns to the briefcase, angel wing still in her mouth.]

Mmf rrsh?

[She blinks, only realizing and taking the angel wings out of her mouth.]

It's yours?

[lets_dewey_it]

Why, of course! This is a super serious business briefcase filled with brilliant business secrets! I once brought it to Waddle when I was competing with my brother Huey for an internship there! _{[He gestured as he held the briefcase in one hand, trying to take Adorabat's attention away from her hunger and towards his story.]}

[violence_ensues]

[Hey, Aorabat's trying her best here.]

You were competing with your brother? Aren't brothers and sisters apposed ta get along?

[Dewey isn't her real brother, but she gets along with him very well.]

[lets_dewey_it]

Eh... There's nothing wrong with a bit of competition every now and then? But, that's not important right now!

One day, Uncle Scrooge took Huey and me to the Duckberg Billionaires Club, and there, we met the CEO of Waddle, Mark Beaks. Huey was sorta fanboying over Mark Beaks, and I was like, "like I couldn't be a young influential business guy!" And then Huey was like, "hahaha, oh, oh you're serious", and then I got all, "Hey, I could be a bigger deal than Beaks in three years tops!" That's when Mark Beaks came out of the room my uncle and his enemy were having a staring contest, and then we both tried to get his attention, and he offered us an internship!

That's when I grabbed this briefcase out of the lobby of the club with the intent to show it off to Beaks. That place needs better security.

[violence_ensues]

...You mean you stole it?

[lets_dewey_it]

More like... _{[He looked at the dial lock for the briefcase, seeing the face of...]} Borrowed it from Uncle Scrooge's enemy Glomgold. Without permission. Because you don't need permission to take things from guys who repeatedly plot to kill your uncle.

[violence_ensues]

[...That's fair, seeing as she goes toe to toe with the sky pirates on a frequent basis and she beats them up.]

Why doesn't your uncle just call the police? Or beat up Glomgold?

[lets_dewey_it]

Trust me, Uncle Scrooge does beat Glomgold. All the time. Sometimes he doesn't even need to do anything to Glomgold himself, he just lets Glomgold do something stupid that makes himself lose.

[violence_ensues]

But doesn't it feel much better hearing the pained groans of your enemies? Sure, the Sky Pirates always say they're okay after, but it's still fun!

[lets_dewey_it]

...You worry me sometimes, but most of the time, we don't fight hand-to-hand against threats, but with our wits. Strategy, teamwork, quick thinking, that's what my family is known for. Brute forcing it is a last resort for us.

1/2

[violence_ensues]

Oh! Mao Mao and me and Badgerclops use teamwork and strategy, too! It's how we've made all sortsa cool team moves, too. And I'm very good at crowd control and getting the other Sweetypies to run away from danger... most of the time.

[The Sweetypies can be a little... a LOT... slow on the uptake at times.]

Hunger

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan is probably not doing much this Wednesday, just keeping things simple, when he decides to check up on Adorabat, and-]

A-ADORABAT!

[Any shred of calmness he previously had is now nonexistent, finding the bat he's started to see as a sibling on the floor, moving very little. He's at her side in a flash, shaking her with his paws, hoping against all hope that it's not what it looks like, that she's okay, everything's still okay for just a little bit longer-]

[violence_ensues]

[Food news! She visibly tenses up when she sees her not!big bro rush over to her side in a panic. Then she gets shaken a little and decides to sort of prop herself up with a wing.]

D- Dylan!? WHAT IS IT!?

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Oh thank dog.

[Immediately letting out tense breath he'd been holding, once Adorabat steaks up.]

I-I know we shouldn't be doing too much, when we're trying to save energy and all, but...please, don't just...lie on the floor like that, ever again. Or at least during motives.

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat gets up for a bat hug.]

Oh, I'm sorry... It's just that I couldn't focus on meditating anymore...

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Taking the bat hug, without a second thought.]

It's alright, just...try to keep it in mind when you can, okay?

Do you...want some company? For meditating or talking?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat sits down and goes back to clutching her stomach.]

...We can talk.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Dylan's stomach wants to show solidarity, apparently, as it loudly growls. He grabs at it, as if that would make it quiet.]

Uh, sorry.

[What to talk about that isn't food, what to talk about that isn't food...]

What do you like to do? When you're not...adventuring with Mao Mao and Badgerclops?

[violence_ensues]

Well... sometimes I paint. Or draw. Sometimes Badgerclops 'n me play video games.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

You do?

[Huh. That's...another detail similar to a sibling back home.

Different thoughts, different thoughts-]

What kinds of games do you play? Wait, let me guess...fighting games?

[violence_ensues]

Umm... I don't think Badgerclops has one of those, but he does have a couple fun first-person shooters and racing games and that one doorbell game. Oh! He's also got a game where you do chores so you don't have to do chores in real life.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Huh. Really thought you'd be into a Road Brawler.

[And that last game raises an eyebrow.]

Is...is a game where you do chores...that preferable to just doing chores?