WEEK 3

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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?

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Regains | AC | IC Profiles | Locations | Mystery Information | A Contact | Sheep Contact | Nanami Contact

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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MYSTERY SIGN UP

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As a note, please don't sign up if you explored Mystery Two and Three unless no one else wants to.]

MYSTERY 4: Tempest Inside

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[It’s almost Tuesday. Midnight is coming slowly to the Academy, the clocks tick on regardless of the heartache that still lingers. Maybe you’ve finally fallen into a restless sleep or trying to force yourself to sleep has taken up most of your night. Something in your wall is shaking violently. It’s not just the noise that awakens you, either. Whatever is shaking makes your room vibrate. Your alarm clock moves and falls off the nightstand. The bed shifts with you in it, throwing you out.

Plaster bends and breaks just slightly to leave a hairline crack. The scent of warm water comes to your nose as you rise to your feet. Before you reach your door to see just what was happening, a small indistinct thought comes to you. It’s not your voice but it feels like it’s correct.

...laundry…

After you open the door, several other students do so, too. Maybe it’s a gut feeling but this might be a bad night.]

((OOC: As with the previous mysteries this is a locked event. You may talk about the events after they happen, of course, but trying to wake up the other students isn’t allowed. If they try they’ll get a sensation that they just don’t have the time to spare. What happens to your belongings after the mystery is up to you! We don’t want to make that decision for you. While you may respond to the event individually to put in your reactions since this an investigation, we prefer that you stick together for the duration. After everyone has put in a reaction to the mystery we will set up a comment order to go on.))

MOTIVE

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(CW: Starvation.)

[At lunch today, the usual fare is nowhere to be found. Students who try going back into the kitchen will find that Chef Brother isn’t at work and there are no hot or prepackaged meal options available. There actually seem to be no options, save for several flat, rectangular boxes stacked on the middle lunch table. It looks like everyone will be having a pizza party! Standing at the table is Nanami, her left arm wrapped in sports bandages and held awkwardly against her side. A robot sheep pushes the top box into her good arm; she takes the note from its lid.

Students who instead opt to visit the vending machines on the third floor in search of junk will find them out of order. Better go down to the cafeteria to see if any healthy options are on offer! Before they do, though, they’ll find notes pinned to each of the machines.

Struggling to open the note with one hand, Nanami holds it up with a frown and reads aloud. The Little Brothers will sign and/or broadcast the contents of the note to anyone if necessary–there’s also a copy attached to every single one of the pizza boxes, for anyone too impatient to wait.]

“Roses are red/ violets are blue/ good kids earn their keep/ that’s certainly not you.

Do you honestly think you’ve earned yourselves a party? I’m tired of wasting the school budget on feeding you. You’re eating us out of house and home! Until one of you kills another student and the trial is finished, there will be no food or drink on school grounds. Tighten up your belts, kiddos. If you get thirsty, there's always tap water.

As for Miss Kiryuu…” [She swallows.] “After getting herself put in detention, I just can’t tell if she’ll get soft and try to feed you brats, so she’ll be participating in this incentive with you. Waste not……..want not…”

((For clarity: Students do still have access to the taps to avoid dehydration, and any food items obtained through regains will be available. But that's it!))

[temmapathy]

[Let's do this! Would prefer around 12-1 PM EST.]

[copycut]

[ sup. Earlier in the day is more ideal for me, so I'll also put in a vote for 1PM EST. ]

[britbrat]

[ let's make him suffer!! I should be free anytime on the day o/ ]

CHURCH...?

[holyironmade]

playground

Peace be with you...!

[There is a combination of dampness and dryness about Jeanne that suggests she has barely slept, Friday night or Saturday. She glides out in her Sunday best skirts. If her body will not let her fall down, perhaps her friends will hold us up? She got all two-dozen hula hoop seats this time for some reason... More pieces of paper than last time, too...]

Let us begin with the liturgy of the word and of the eucharist. Then I would like to do something a little different.

[She reads from the Bible in one hand and passes out Ritz crackers with the other, trying to get it done before Carrie reaches the end of her assigned tune on the glockenspiel. It's as if she thinks some latecomers might join them in time to not have to see this part.]

Jesus answered, "Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. [...] For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God."

[So what now...? What is she doing after the box of crackers has been put away...?]

Thomasin had a hard life as a Puritan. Having more freedom here in some ways, she came to think that only God knew our fates, so brothers and sisters of any creed might go to heaven or to hell. In light of this... I would like us... to at least remember everyone.

[That means it is time for song.]

El Señor es mi luz ⋅ If The Path I Travel ⋅ Be Thou My Vision ⋅ On Eagle's Wings

[She is completely exhausted by the time this is over, trying to disguise the crumpling of her legs as a humble bow. Murmured to herself:] I do not have anything to drink... but perhaps that is for the best in this place...

Investigation & Open To All

[violence_ensues]

Walking Labyrinth

[After returning to Jeanne's weird meetings for the week, Adorabat goes out and explores. And what better place to investigate than this maze? She lands at the entrance to the labyrinth, taking in the sights. It would be easier if she flew, but isn't this place called "Walking"?]

Playground

[Adorabat is perched upon the top of the jungle gym, holding Simon Norwell out beside her. She's staring out into the "abyss" of the outside. When you approach, she'll notice and wiggle Simon a little, speaking in an imitation of a male voice.]

Get lost, Adorabat doesn't want to talk to you!

Simon, shut up! Be nice!

[She then turns to you.]

Hi there, sorry about that. What's up?

Laundry Room

[As you pass by the laundry room, you may be able to smell a strong smell of soap emanating from the room along with a small bit of bubbles poking out from the door. Entering, you see the room is COVERED in soapy bubbles, and a familiar blue bat on the washing machine fiddling with the knobs in a panic. She spots and and immediately rushes over to you, gripping both sides of your face.]

YOU GOTTA HELP ME THE WASHING MACHINE IS ANGRY!

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat... doesn't quite understand. Believing in God's son grants the ability to live forever...? How does that even work? Is it that doing good and not being evil in order to be seen by God that has something to do with it?

Whatever the case, Adorabat doesn't have much time to think when she sees Jeanne a little shaky.]

You don't have to stand if you don't want to. Sit down and talk to us!

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[Emma backs away as Adorabat squeezes her face, mostly so she can actually sign.]

How much detergent did you put in there?

[cellpreservation]

[I'm available all day!]

[violence_ensues]

I DUNNO, THE WHOLE BOTTLE? Isn't that what you're apposed to do!?

[temmapathy]

[Emma can appreciate Jeanne's intentions with the music, even if she can't quite experience it the same way. But it's obviously exhausting, and she's looking worried as it ends. As Jeanne is about to collapse, Emma hurries to support her.]

Sit and rest! Everyone else can handle cleaning up!

[temmapathy]

NO! [Emma stares in horror at the foam everywhere, slowly fighting her way to the washing machine to see if it's been turned off.] You're supposed to measure it with the bottle cap!

[violence_ensues]

[The washing machine, in fact, is still on and producing more bubbles. Adorabat was trying to turn it off.]

NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THAT!

[temmapathy]

[Come on, come on, where's the-ah, there's an emergency stop button. Emma slams her hand down on it, sighing in relief as the rumbling stops.]

Well, now you know. You can also just use these, I think? [She gestures at the box of laundry pods.] Use one at a time and that should be good.

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat hears Emma and will totally do that in the future if she wants to wash clothes. She sighs in relief as the bubbles stop coming out, then perks right up and slams the door closed.]

We gotta clean all this up before the sheep come...!

[holyironmade]

I wish... that I could fly like you...

[She lets her legs fold into the hula hoop all at once. This causes her little friend Shamash to come hurtling into view high above her head.]

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[smiling thinly. She wishes they had an organ... If the guests would sway against each other and Emma, that would have made her happy...]

It's really not that much... It is not too much trouble to leave the items here a little longer...

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat gasps a little and quickly flies up to Jeanne.]

But you don't need to fly in order to rest!

[Not the point, Adorabat.]

Even heroes like me can't fight monsters all the time!