[SHIAWASE]

[detentionroom]

[You needed an escape.

For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?

You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.

And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]

DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.

[. . . you are not alone]

[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]

[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]

[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]

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[ARRIVAL MINGLING]

[detentionroom]

[selfportraiture]

[Try not to panic, you said?

Ha ha, very funny.

Ena wakes up, looks around, and immediately screams, fumbling her way out of the desk so abruptly that she falls, hitting the ground with a yelp.]

Ow--!

[undefinery]

Screaming already? I'd save that for later.

[ Hi, Ena. Mizuki is going to pretend that she also did not make alarmed noises upon awakening. ]

[isdf]

[Yuma blinks back to awareness slowly, his mind swirling with questions as he lifts his head and looks down at his arms when the scream jolts him upright. He jumps onto his feet, the chair scraping behind him, instantly alert.

His wide-eyed gaze falls on Ena, looking like he's just seen a ghost.]

You're . . .

[mogger]

[ she falls right next to yuffie, who.... did not fall, definitely did not fall, it's just a coincidence she's on the ground. yuffie huffs ]

Hey, watch it!

[memori3s]

[ Unlike Ena: guy who has his arms folded on top of his desk, resting his forehead on them, is still fast asleep. Will probably continue to stay asleep if left to his own devices.

Zzzzz... ]

[selfportraiture]

[After she has gotten herself up and dusted off and no longer panicking (as much)... she squints at him.

And comes over to nudge at his shoulder.]

Hey. You should really wake up, already.

[undefinery]

Helloooooooooo?

[ A cautious poke to his arm. ]

Navy Blue-san, you awake?

[mogger]

[ pokes him experimentally ]

[titlecard]

[ Guy who has taken one look at the room around him and decided, nope, none of them need this.

So Mark heads over to the door, a lot slower than he'd intended to, but it's probably because he just woke up? Yeah that's it. And tries to open the door, but, nothing.

... Okay, tries to brute force the door open, which should be really easy.

Nothing.

Rams his shoulder against the door, which should just explode the thing open, and only comes up with a sore shoulder for his trouble. He rubs at it, staring up at the new personal bane of his existence, brow furrowed and starting to feel just a liiiittle stressed the fuck out. ]

... Shit.

[selfportraiture]

[Real. They can all be stressed together. Ena's been mostly focusing on a) calming down and b) not hyperventilating and c) realizing Mizuki is here, but step d is "find a way out".

Mark has long since beaten her to it, though, and she watches him slam his shoulder against it with a furrowed brow.]

... What, is it locked or something?

[undefinery]

... No go, huh? I was hoping someone with a little more muscle than little ol' me would have better luck.

[ And this guy definitely looks like he works out. ]

[memori3s]

[ Minato wanders over and reaches out to the doorknob. This guy was trying to push the door open, and then he tried to ram it open with his shoulder.

If that didn't work, then maybe --?

He tries turning the knob and pulling on the door. No dice. ]

Oh.

[isdf]

[Once the initial commotion has died down, Yuma's attention is drawn to the next hullabaloo of someone's fight with the door. He marches over, glancing from Mark to the offending object.]

Is the door locked? [Minato's attempt falls through, answering his question.] It seems we are trapped for the time being.

[THE JOURNAL]

[detentionroom]

[Sitting atop one of the desks is a paperback journal wrapped in red ribbon in their dorm, with the following inscription on the cover: "To all who enter here. . . we wish upon them happiness, so their days are filled with nothing but warm and effervescent joy."]

[You may open it to read what is written inside]

[Alternatively: perhaps you'd prefer to examine the yearbook instead! It includes pictures and brief profiles of everyone on your team only. Isn't it fun to snoop??]

[isdf]

[After the unsettling announcement, Yuma's investigation takes him to the only remaining objects of significance besides the blackboard.]

This is . . .

[He picks up the journal to read the cover, leaving the yearbook for someone else.]

[ROUND ONE]

[detentionroom]

[A mere few minutes after you awaken. . . a soft, sing-song voice suddenly wafts through the PA system, crooning at you in gentle, encouraging tones]

Oh dear. . . you must be so confused. So lost! Such wayward children. . . I would like to help you. I can help you, if you'd give me the chance! Would you not like to go home. . . ? To fall asleep and re-awaken in the comfort of your own bed?

I can help you. Won't you please tell me who you are? Won't you please give me your names?

[The speakers go quiet, and any attempt to address the voice with questions or inquiries will be met with silence. But you have been given a choice]

[Whom do you oblige. . .?]

[DECISION]

[detentionroom]

[This is a team decision! You either give all of your names, or none of them. No halfsies! Please bear in mind the consequences of divulging names to game NPCs and know that obliging the voice will result in future consequences.]

[Please have your decisions submitted by Sunday, July 20 at 8:00 a.m. MT. Timezone conversions are in discord!]

[mogger]

Just call me..... Rose! Because I'm the White Rose!

[ okei ]

[undefinery]

So, for the record...

[ Mizuki lifts a finger. ]

We should absolutely not give our names away to a creepy nursery rhyme disembodied voice. I've watched a lot of movies, and they have ones about how giving away your name to a supernatural entity totally gives it control over you or access to your soul or both.

[ROUND TWO]

[detentionroom]

[Your refusal is met with silence. Complete and utter silence. Then the PA system begins to crackle with white noise. It starts off soft, but grows louder with each passing second. The noise scrambles your thoughts. Makes you anxious. Sends your heart thrumming wildly against your ribs as you begin to break out in a cold sweat.]

Ehehe. . . oh. . . so you refuse my assistance, do you. . .? I see. . . I see. I see! I see I see I see I sEE I SEE i sEe i sEE I SEE I SEE I̴̼̜͇͕̦̦̻̅͑̈́̊̑̒͗̍͊̈́̕ͅ ̸̧̪͖͚̳̙̪̦͎̙̩̮̂̍̚͜͝S̷̢̢̢̢͇͕̗̰͍͉̗͚̙̙̲̼̱̓́̍͊͘͝Ȩ̸͙̭̀͑Ḙ̷̢͕̎͂̈́ ̸͕̖̻̳̲̖̻͙̠͛ͅI̸̡̫̗̮̠͈͈̠̗̰̺̓̊̊͝ ̸̡̝͉̟̦̹̫̙̭̫͎̀̆͜ͅS̵̩̤̠̈̋̌͊̊͒̊̒̆̚͘͠E̷͈͍̺͎̹̯̍̽̾̉Ḛ̸̛͉̺̦̤̦͎̞̀̀͂̂̇̉̽͊̔̀̑̍̕ͅ ̶̡̛̮̞̜̹͚̘̮̰̮͕̈́̉͛͝ͅȊ̷̧̡̱̭̥͉̞̣̗͎̩̼̠́͜ ̵̮̅̀͋̽̓S̶̰̳͖̮̯̖̖͍͕̍̂́̇̃͐̉͆̿̿͒̕̚͜͠Ȇ̷͉̅̑E̴̢̘̠̺͕̔̉̓̎̕͜͜ ̴̢̥͓͍̾̂̀̂̿̂͠Ỉ̶̢͕̺̤͕͚̝̐̒̾̏̏̏̚ͅ ̸̡̪͇͚̝̘̝͕̦͇̆̆͒̎̇͒́̆̈́̋S̷̛̝̼̫̫̈́̿͌̑̒̒͊̾̇̈̏̈́͝͝E̴̟̟̫̣̩̩̰̳͎̬̯͕̱̣͛͋̉̃̈́͋̋͛̈́͛̒̈́̕͜E̴̢̨̗̜͍̜̝̥̽̀̀̅̃̋͗̄́̽–


[-- the voice and the white noise suddenly and abruptly stop, just as the lights around you go out, plunging you all into complete and utter blackness]

[They flicker on a second later, now tinted a deep, blood red, painting the entire room in shades of scarlet. Where there was nothing before there are now hundreds of thin. . . strings? Long stretches of wire? They cling to the corners of the room like spiderwebs, and are draped across the desks and blackboard like ominous stringy curtains. Some even dangle from the ceiling, perfectly within reach, if you have the inclination to touch!]

[From some of those wires hang porcelain dolls, strung up by various limbs. . . and sometimes their necks. Each one is dressed in a tattered kimono, and their faces are cracked or– in some cases– outright shattered. Even more dolls are seated against the walls, some positioned upright while others have fallen over.]

[The window curtains have been pulled open. An ominous shadow looms in the distance. A single bell tolls.]

[Something is coming]

[INSTRUCTIONS]

[detentionroom]

[The words on the blackboard– DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME-- have been replaced with something new: FIND THE KEY]

[There are seven places where you may search for the key:

1) Underneath a spaghetti-like pile of string in a corner
2) Inside a cracked doll's face
3) Inside a cubby hole stuffed with shoes
4) Behind a broken wall clock
5) Underneath the teacher's podium
6) Inside the supply closet
7) The dangling strings from the ceiling]

[You may search a total of three times. Characters may poke at places not included in the list above, but they will not find anything of note (though they may find something spooky)! If the key is not found after three attempts. . . well. . .]

[. . . good luck!]

[OOC NOTES: I FORGOT TO CW FOR SPIDERS (NO PICTURES JUST WORDS), IF YOU ARE ARACHNOPHOBIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU SUBMIT AND I WILL BE KIND!!]

[Please also note that the character who submits the search will be the one doing it ICly! I need to know this for. Reasons.]

[DISCUSSION]

[detentionroom]

[DECISION]

[detentionroom]

[you can submit all three decisions here! NOT AT ONCE, THOUGH. please wait for a response to the previous search before submitting a new one!]

[ESCAPE!]

[detentionroom]

[With the key in hand, your ticket out of here is secure. The creature beyond the glass presses against windowpanes, straining against the barrier between you and it, as the voice from earlier yells, shrill and panicked and angry]

NO! No no no NOno no No nO NO nonononono–

[the sharp threads dangling from the ceiling lash out at you as you try to escape, but to no avail. The key fits into the lock perfectly, opening it with a relieving click.]

[You stumble into freedom]