[KAI-UN]

[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]

Comments

[ARRIVAL MINGLE]

[detentionroom]

[inexorableiron]

[the absolute giant in this seat lifts his head, looks around, and immediately looks confused]

Aw, dudes, I'm in hell?

[bowtiedbones]

[still sitting at her own desk and looking completely baffled]

I don’t… think so? Did you die?

I didn’t die.

[parttimesoldier]

[Squinting around the room.]

I thought hell was supposed to be more fire and brimstone...?

[faultlieswith]

I doubt hell is a high school classroom.

[ Unless you're the hates-school type, she supposes? But she wasn't one of those. ]

[gamboler]

[ ALREADY SO TIREDLY: ]

It's entirely possible, I'm afraid~.

[eonsadrift]

I'd like to think hell would be a little more creative. This just seems like a normal classroom in Inazuma.

Re: [ARRIVAL MINGLE]

[bowtiedbones]

[bli…inks]






Um?

[faultlieswith]

My thoughts exactly.

Re: [ARRIVAL MINGLE]

[eonsadrift]

[ He's eyeing her up and down. ]

...

Your hair is an unfortunate color for these clothes.

NOW IN THE RIGHT THREAD SDJFKSDLF

[faultlieswith]

[ This is not the bus. These are not her fellow Sinners. This is not her work uniform. ]

Ugh, dammit.

[ She's just going to get up and look around. When she finds the journal and yearbook, she immediately buries her nose in them to learn what she can. ]

[gamboler]

[ He's also here to be nosy and she's hogging them both?? ]

Well? Feel like sharing with the class?

[ it's funny because, classroom ]

Re: NOW IN THE RIGHT THREAD SDJFKSDLF

[eonsadrift]

[ He's also up and looking around, examining the violent tears in the wall before he makes his way over to the books. ]

Is there anything useful in there? Or is it all complete nonsense?

[parttimesoldier]

[Yeah, guess who is immediately in Full Alert, waking up somewhere unknown in a room full of strangers.

First thing she does is go right for the door. Which is locked.]

Ugh, c'mon.

[Oh, she's really putting some effort into it now. Tugging, kicking... No avail.]

[faultlieswith]

[ This lady is onto something. Ishmael approaches. ]

We should try combining forces and charging it together.

[ More force = success? ]

[bowtiedbones]

Want to try the windows?

[gamboler]

[ Oh, wonderful, more dreamscape nonsense. Not that he's even made his grand return to Penacony yet, but...what else could this be? ]

How...quaint. The accommodations are certainly lacking from the Reverie's usual offering, and the wardrobe leaves...much to be desired.

[ where is his DRIP ]

[THE JOURNAL]

[detentionroom]

[Sitting atop one of the desks is a messy, battered yellow hardback journal with the following inscription on the front: "To all who enter here. . . we wish upon them good fortune, so that luck may always give them an edge in life."]

[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??]

[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!]

[parttimesoldier]

[At some point after the announcement and after everyone's had some time to meet and poke around at the room, Suzuha leans against one of the remaining desks, arms crossed as she stares down that message on the chalkboard.

When there's a lull to whatever chatter might be going on, she'll say to the room at large:]

So... None of us are gonna be foolish enough to give 'em our names, yeah?

[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!]