APRIL EVENT LOG/TDM
The opening ceremony starts at 8, with students and staff moving to the auditorium to sit with their homeroom class, calling characters out by name and dragging them over to their seat— physically if need be, and they're much stronger than they look. Much like the graduation ceremony, characters are not forced to come to the entrance ceremony, but the moment they take a seat, they find that they can neither speak nor get up again until the ceremony is over.
A teacher stands behind the podium on stage. Characters may recognize pieces of the speech from the previous year. He takes the time to welcome Yogen High's new students first, followed by acknowledging the transfer, returning, and repeat students. As he goes on, the teacher encourages students to instead focus on their own personal growth, and developing strong bonds that will allow them to reach their goals. He sighs as he explains that the Principal and Vice Principal are currently not available before he reminds students that violence is strictly prohibited and that there will be strict consequences for anyone who is caught engaging in misconduct.
The teacher concludes by noting that teachers will inform them of any important announcements. He wishes everybody a fulfilling school year, and reminds them that they have the power to shape the future. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.
School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school.
A teacher stands behind the podium on stage. Characters may recognize pieces of the speech from the previous year. He takes the time to welcome Yogen High's new students first, followed by acknowledging the transfer, returning, and repeat students. As he goes on, the teacher encourages students to instead focus on their own personal growth, and developing strong bonds that will allow them to reach their goals. He sighs as he explains that the Principal and Vice Principal are currently not available before he reminds students that violence is strictly prohibited and that there will be strict consequences for anyone who is caught engaging in misconduct.
The teacher concludes by noting that teachers will inform them of any important announcements. He wishes everybody a fulfilling school year, and reminds them that they have the power to shape the future. The ceremony concludes in a little under an hour, and the spell binding the students to their seats is broken, allowing everybody to rise and leave.
School lets out for the rest of the day with classes starting the next morning, and while many students take the opportunity to leave, some linger around the school.
Classes resume as usual, and it's the same old routine, with gossip and rumors spreading about, and students growing excited over new club advertisements, and fortune telling ads in addition to upcoming events. In an effort to encourage students to form lasting relationships, the school has set up events for the first week with plans for smaller events throughout the month. The PDA logs have been wiped clean with the start of the year, and all messages from before 04/05 are gone.
✽ Tuesday, 04/06 will be a simple Welcome Back. The day will be dedicated to giving important announcements, including the events for the rest of the week, introducing students to clubs, etc. There will be a potluck with various sweets and snack items, along with time dedicated to getting-to-know you style games and other such activities.
✽ Wednesday, 04/07 will feature the beginning of a Team Building Scavenger Hunt! There are no items to be found, but instead students are given a list of tasks to complete and turn into their homeroom teacher. Examples include introducing yourself to a new student, doing something nice for another student, being asked to identify a specific student who fits a certain criteria, anything that can be used to encourage interactions.
✽ Thursday, 04/08 will feature karaoke night in the music room. There is a karaoke machine set up along with a screen set up, along with some CDs with all the greatest hits of the 90ws. There is a decorative backdrop set up along with party decorations. There are inflatable music notes, cut out notes, microphones, record albums, and instruments taped along the wall, and a box full of props for students to use if they so choose.
✽ Friday, 04/09 will feature a game night held in class 1-B. Desks have been pushed together to form tables and covered in cloths, and various board and card games have been set out for students. There is a TV with an N64 and Playstation set out along with various games.
Outside of classes, the days wear on, and students come in with bruises and scraped knees and elbows and bloody noses. They smear blood on the walls and drip it onto the floor, splatter it onto the mirror without meaning to, bringing along with it a sense of vertigo. Characters looking in the mirror may find that they catch sight of something. It's there reflected in the mirror, a shadowy and dark figure in the edge of their vision, but it the moment they look away it disappears, leaving behind only a chill in the air. The mirror room is almost unbearably cold.
✽ Tuesday, 04/06 will be a simple Welcome Back. The day will be dedicated to giving important announcements, including the events for the rest of the week, introducing students to clubs, etc. There will be a potluck with various sweets and snack items, along with time dedicated to getting-to-know you style games and other such activities.
✽ Wednesday, 04/07 will feature the beginning of a Team Building Scavenger Hunt! There are no items to be found, but instead students are given a list of tasks to complete and turn into their homeroom teacher. Examples include introducing yourself to a new student, doing something nice for another student, being asked to identify a specific student who fits a certain criteria, anything that can be used to encourage interactions.
✽ Thursday, 04/08 will feature karaoke night in the music room. There is a karaoke machine set up along with a screen set up, along with some CDs with all the greatest hits of the 90ws. There is a decorative backdrop set up along with party decorations. There are inflatable music notes, cut out notes, microphones, record albums, and instruments taped along the wall, and a box full of props for students to use if they so choose.
✽ Friday, 04/09 will feature a game night held in class 1-B. Desks have been pushed together to form tables and covered in cloths, and various board and card games have been set out for students. There is a TV with an N64 and Playstation set out along with various games.
Outside of classes, the days wear on, and students come in with bruises and scraped knees and elbows and bloody noses. They smear blood on the walls and drip it onto the floor, splatter it onto the mirror without meaning to, bringing along with it a sense of vertigo. Characters looking in the mirror may find that they catch sight of something. It's there reflected in the mirror, a shadowy and dark figure in the edge of their vision, but it the moment they look away it disappears, leaving behind only a chill in the air. The mirror room is almost unbearably cold.
Characters who look in mirrors will see the shadowy figure reflected in it growing closer to them. It's an odd sight to be sure, and the cold air it brings with clings to the skin, but even as they draw close they seem to do no harm. It's only once they're right behind a character that they'll begin to notice it - the cold that clings to them no matter how warm the room, the faint tingling of their skin, the sleepiness that settles in, and the whispers in their ear.
It's faint at first, barely noticeable if not for its persistence, but over time those whispers will grow louder; the coolness on their skin will turn into a cold that chills them down to the bone, and the unrested feeling becomes a constant fatigue and lethargy. The words and tone vary, as do the voices, but each and every one eats into the character. They might speak of a character's insecurities or guilt, or they might leave them with a sinking loneliness, or perhaps they promise the warmth and companionship that a character desires, or any other number of matters that so often tug at the mind.
The figures can be viewed through mirrors. Those with supernatural sight or an adderstone will similarly be able to see them following characters, latching onto them. Items that ward off the supernatural may help, but the only way to truly ward them off is with bonds formed in the school. The figures seem to be warded off by the presence of another person. The cold disappears with the slightest touch, the whispering stops during conversation, and for that time they're given a brief reprieve. But they often seem to come back the moment a person passes by a mirror once more.
It's faint at first, barely noticeable if not for its persistence, but over time those whispers will grow louder; the coolness on their skin will turn into a cold that chills them down to the bone, and the unrested feeling becomes a constant fatigue and lethargy. The words and tone vary, as do the voices, but each and every one eats into the character. They might speak of a character's insecurities or guilt, or they might leave them with a sinking loneliness, or perhaps they promise the warmth and companionship that a character desires, or any other number of matters that so often tug at the mind.
The figures can be viewed through mirrors. Those with supernatural sight or an adderstone will similarly be able to see them following characters, latching onto them. Items that ward off the supernatural may help, but the only way to truly ward them off is with bonds formed in the school. The figures seem to be warded off by the presence of another person. The cold disappears with the slightest touch, the whispering stops during conversation, and for that time they're given a brief reprieve. But they often seem to come back the moment a person passes by a mirror once more.
✽ The school will be hosting various smaller team building exercise throughout the month which can range from exercises to group projects. There are examples here, so feel free to pick what works best for your goals.
✽ The shadowy figures will appear more frequently where there is blood, fresh or otherwise.
✽ Characters who are isolated will find that they are more susceptible to being followed by the figures, and it may take longer interactions to dispel them completely.
✽ Items from the student shop that ward off supernatural creatures will aide in keeping the shadows from getting too close at first, but their effectiveness will wear off the longer a character is followed. They seem to be most effective when used in conjunction with interactions with others, and especially others who have similar items (i.e. a character with a silver cross and a character with a gold chain.)
✽ The shadowy figures will appear more frequently where there is blood, fresh or otherwise.
✽ Characters who are isolated will find that they are more susceptible to being followed by the figures, and it may take longer interactions to dispel them completely.
✽ Items from the student shop that ward off supernatural creatures will aide in keeping the shadows from getting too close at first, but their effectiveness will wear off the longer a character is followed. They seem to be most effective when used in conjunction with interactions with others, and especially others who have similar items (i.e. a character with a silver cross and a character with a gold chain.)
rantarou amami | ndr v3
brace for impact
His head whips around toward the origins of the voice, and whatever Noah was holding — some cat-print notebook and pens — gets tossed aside onto a nearby table as he closes the gap with several long strides. He does not hesitate.
Amami gets hugged. Hard. Probably hard enough to where it might have exacerbated those stab wounds he's always getting, in the past anyway.]
You're back...!
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I'm back.
( there is... a bit of hesitation that can be heard in his voice; like he's not saying it to agree, but simply repeating after the words. the bad news, though, the bad news can wait a minute while he gets the feelings out. if this kid likes him, amami is hardly going to crush his hopes here while he's clearly so relieved. )
emerges from a two week coma like hi :)
He hopes.]
Are you feeling okay?
[For starters.]
felt this on a spiritual level
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who his eyes happen to fall on is just as interesting as that, but like midori said before, their assailant was well-known with medicinal supplies. this gentleman is one of those few that had died not too long ago due to pills and a mix of gas, among other things.
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he keeps up the same charade as always. ]
Good morning. [ midori starts, slowly lifting up from his chair as he reaches for a clipboard beside him. ] Are you in pain?
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I'm fine. My friend though, she kind of insisted I should at least drop by.
( a dismissive wave of his hand, an easy smile offered in the nurse's direction. )
You, uh, wouldn't happen to know anything about paralytics, would you?
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Ahaha... got into a little predicament, have you or maybe your friend.
[ because the friend isn't here to pick it up, or maybe it's being suggested to him due to his habit of well... getting into the wrong drugs.
no worry, he stands up, dusts off his pants. ]
I know a great amount, what would you like to know?
[ it's in earnest as he picks up a heavier book by his side, opening the thick cover before flipping through a few pages. he's getting a head start. ]
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time for our nine threads
...
the quiet, the loneliness, is not unusual to the library, but kaede's distracted by the chill that seems to hang around despite the warming of the weather, the crowding whispers in her ears (that only feel louder with her sharp hearing, a tinning quality that grows and grows and growsgrowsgrows—
Oh, someone says, and she turns herself at the sudden jut in the murmuring stream. it's no surprise why he might not have caught her sooner, with the more drab colors of yogen differed from what he would've known before, and the way she'd been turned away not helping at all... it wasn't as if she'd expected to see him on this day either, not when the last she'd seen he was as gone to the world as the first last time she remembered.
unlike then, though, there's no feeling of guilt washing over her, no blood staining her hands. but there is a pervasive feeling of uncertainty, washed away by resolution as she smiles brightly and closes her book, marking her spot with her finger as she starts over with a hushed call:]
Amami-kun! Welcome back to school, how are you feeling?
[it doesn't go unnoticed to her that the whispers die down when she speaks, not just with amami but with others, it's just... hard to always have a conversation going.]
we need to hit our quota
first things first: this is a much more friendly welcome than he'd expected to get in this place, based on what he'd heard, so it's the least he can do to show some appreciation for the fact. a smile spreads across his features, covering the concern, and he lifts his hand in a wave. )
I've been worse. How about you? Are you okay?
( because, uh, it kind of didn't look like she was for a moment there. )
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she knows it isn't the same for some, though. she'll be considerate of that.]
Oh, um... Yeah. Once you learn the trick it isn't so bad, really, I just didn't want to bother anyone into sitting around in the library.
[kaede can't say "oh, i'm used to hearing it anyway" or anything like that so this'll be good enough. it's still truthful, she just doesn't want amami to worry about her off the bat -- even if it's in his very nature to do so.]
In other words, I'm better now that you're here. Not that I'll force you to sit with me or anything, Amami-kun, but I wanted to ask anyway.
[...
she can poke at him later. she knows what she can ask to see, without it being accusatory or unwelcome. but for now, she just wants to be happy to see her friend again.]
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return
he has the people he likes. he can be friendly, but distant, to anyone else.
natsume smiles when their eyes meet. it isn't a happy one, or a warm one, and it doesn't reach his eyes; it's performative at best. habit, maybe, to smile when people look at him and speak, cultivating an air of mystery from the start. not that he needs to do any of that with rantarou amami-kun, but he keeps in mind that people who return sometimes don't remember what happened previously. kaede is proof of that.
he isn't sure how to feel. the anger he's kept smoldering in his breast flickers once, twice, and stays steady but low; seeing amami only reminds him of just who isn't here today, three people who deserve to be back more than he does, and the only reason he doesn't pull fire to his fingertips is because this is the library, and haruka would have been upset if he let burned it down.
he closes the distance, a sketchbook under his arm, and he sets his hand on a nearby chair. the whispers quiet, but the shadow at natsume's elbow stays there until he speaks, stepping away to hang by one of the shelves instead. )
Mind if I join YOU?
( he's asking out of courtesy. )
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either way though, amami's guard is similarly raised. he doesn't dismiss the question outright, and there's even a smile that tugs at his lips — doesn't quite reach his eyes, but returns the courtesy he's being shown. amami gestures absently to the seat next to him with one hand, pocketing the adderstone with the other, and offers a half-hearted shrug to accompany. )
If you need a seat, don't let me stop you.
( it's a free country, man, you can do what you want. )
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he sits rounds the table and sits, scooting the chair a little back so he can cross his ankles in front of him. half-blind or not, amami is unmistakable to him. that green hair, that aloofness, that voice... he leans back in his chair too, hands balled in his lap. )
...You don't remember me, do YOU.
( this also isn't a question, because if amami did, he'd probably react a little differently, he thinks. especially considering what they spoke about, what amami had done, what natsume has shown how he feels, what... )
Did the you of the past leave little record for you aGAIN?
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return
But this is the first time that Amami has spoken to him. There's no particular expression that can be made out behind the colorful ice cream cone that hides the lower half of his face, but the intense stare and slight tilt of the head might indicate uncertainty. He's not certain why something so small is enough to bewilder him, but it is, and he finds himself continuing to just watch him. ]
...?
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Sorry, didn't mean to stare. ( ... ) I noticed you seem to have a friend.
( he lifts the adderstone again, just to give it a little turn for emphasis. something he'd found in his pocket upon waking up, but it doesn't seem to be an accident, with the few glimpses he's gotten through it; there's a non-zero chance someone might know what it does. or maybe he'll just look like some crazy guy holding up a rock for no reason. they'll be even that way, he figures. )
sanity: 17
[ There's a soft sound at first, and he doesn't seem to know how to respond to it. It's not in line with his expectations, and his code is sluggish in slotting things into place and piecing together the circumstances. When he pieces everything together, his mind is able to rewrite reality in such as way that he's able to accept his present circumstances, while offering a rare moment of lucidity.
Amami died. He hasn't seen him around. This is his first time seeing him in two months. Komaeda is currently in the Neo World Program. Rio Ranger is here, attempting to mitigate the damage of everything that's occurred as of late. He's working on a project with Midori. There's no one there, but he looks behind him to be safe. ]
... No, the ghost that was in here is gone.
[ He finally walks over to the table, pulling out a chair so he can sit across from Amami. ]
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roll: 15
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return~
His eyes widen, then narrow, and then with an exhale Shin's half stalking, half storming towards him and winds back to punch him in the face.
There's not a lot of strength behind it, although maybe a little more than if Shin had tried it when he first arrived in Yogen. He hisses, taking a step back and shaking out his hand like 'so there'.]
Argh... Y-your face is harder than expected...
[That, and it's not like Shin's got practice in throwing punches... it's a good thing his scarms are currently tattered enough to be out of commission.]
because i promised shin could have it
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looks like it's out of his system. really, amami would prefer not to get into any fights on his first day "back" anyway, so... he'll let it slide. this welcome back is noted though, and it's not something amami will forget in the future, deserved or not. )
Jeez, you couldn't wait to take it outside?
( his fingers brush against the spot where the punch landed — it's a little sore, but he'll get over it. )
yesssssss thank you ehn <3
Shin, 0.25 seconds after actually doing it: this was a bad idea and I'm going to die
Thankfully, he does not actually die. He returns his sore hand to his scarf, sinking the pain into the soft fabric. There's a bit of sweat running down the side of his neck under his jaw as his gaze flicks away.]
Ahaha... it's best to get it out of the way first, right? ...S-sorry.
[Now that Amami's fists have returned to being hands, Shin can't believe he actually managed to achieve that without getting flung into a library shelf again, given the tales he's been told from Rantaro's own mouth. The other option is Rantaro just let him hit him... which is maybe more likely. His poor sore hand falls back down to be held out above a smile.]
Since we don't know each other anymore... Let's start over. If you want... I'm Sou Hiyori.
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every single tag i write is me yelling SHIN, NO at the screen he did get a 15 tho
if this is shin's 15 i'm scared to see the 5 crying so hard for him rn
the five would have been him continuing to talk :' )
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Return!
But he comes to a halt when he sees a familiar face sitting at a table. Ishimaru freezes in place and drops his books to the floor!]
A... Amami-kun?! [He gasps!]
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Sorry, I guess we've met before...?
( fill him in a little here, man. )
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his crime? existing. idk. this might be how Dynamo says hello.
... anyway, the stray drone at least sticks around after accidentally electrocuting someone. it circles around him once or twice before generating a small holoscreen in the space between them.]
Checking physical status... complete.
No lasting injuries detected.
[:) you're fine!]
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You too, huh? Looks like I left quite an impression.
( though, he does spare a quick glance around, running a hand through his hair. )
Are you by yourself?
( does dynamo have a human? are they just a wild and free little guy? )
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Anyway, he's not doing that anymore. He's now being pointed at by a young girl who just stopped right in her tracks upon noticing him. ]
You...!
[ Clearly it's antoher person who's upset that he murdered five people judging by the ay she storms up to him and looks him right in the eye and...
And... Proceeds to offer an apologetic smile, ]
... Oh, sorry, wrong person. I thought you were somebody else.
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ah, yeah. him. amami doesn't even seem surprised; it's with a mix of resignation and wariness that he turns to face the girl.
except, well... except it's not actually so bad. it doesn't seem so bad, at least? the softened expression is certainly enough to reassure him. he'd visibly bristled at the pointed finger, the sharp tone, but his shoulders fall slack after a moment's apprehension, and given a few moments longer, a sheepish smile of his own spreads across his face. the relief is plain in his voice. )
Ha, had me worried for a minute there, I'll admit.
( moment of silence for the poor sucker who's meant to get an earful from this one and all that. )
You looked pretty mad though — what'd he do to earn a greeting like that?
( still better than the punch though... still better than the punch. )