detentionroom | [KAI-UN]

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

I don’t… think so? Did you die?

I didn’t die.

Edited 2025-07-19 15:11 (UTC)

Aw, yeah. Pretty sure, lady dude.

But I had different pants.

Oh um, welcome back? I had different clothes too…

[she looks down at her new skirt and smooths out. this is all weird but no, okay, focus]

Um. I’m not a resurrectionist, but I’m a licensed necromancer, so let me know if you start feeling faint or tingly.

Hey thanks. Kinda weird-lookin' joint though.

[He perks up delightedly at the word of the day]

Oh sweet, lady dude! I got like... wait...

[These are not his beautiful pants. This is not his beautiful life. He is desperately patting himself down, jumping up and ripping the jacket off to try and shake anything out of it. Which makes his scars and tattoos very obvious]

Where are they?! Dudes!

What's missing?

Fucking everything! Shit, my books...

Our stuff must be wherever they put our clothes.

Yeah, well, I want it back.

So they take our shit and play dressup with us, and what? We fuckin' play act? Like, what's the point?

... Shit, lady dude, I know you don't got answers. But there's gotta be somethin' we're missin'.

I don't think there's any answer anybody could give us that would make this okay.

[she sighs and gets up to take all the chalk from the chalkboard, but— hold on.]

...Why would they steal my chalk but leave me in a room with chalk? Why would you kidnap a mage and let them have ritual materials?

[Shruggo]

Can't do shit without a spellbook! And they got all mine already.

[He pauses, then holds up his left hand where there is a tattoo of an 8-pointed star between his thumb and forefinger. He stares at it for a few moments, then frowns]

Anti-magic bullshit field?

Edited 2025-07-19 17:58 (UTC)

Oh it better not be.

[she's been mostly Sad and Confused so far, but the idea of someone blocking her magic brings her RIGHT UP to pissed off.

she snatches up a piece of chalk and crouches down to draw a perfect circle around herself on the floor]

Step over this.

Nice, lady dude!

[Perfect circles are hard and deserve praise! Without questioning anything that could happen, Hamn steps right on in]

Thank you!

[they're her specialty!! praise is great, praise is why she's still calm when nothing happens when he steps over the circle. do not shriek at the nice man.]

But I didn't feel anything when you entered the circle, so! There may actually be an anti-magic bullshit field.

[He also looks bummed even though he has no idea what could have happened]

Such bullshit. Navigator's star didn't go off either. So no weapons, magic, any fuckin' thing we owned. Guess we better find a trap or somethin'.

A trap for us or a trap for them? Because I think that PA system is after us.

[give her name to someone who can block magic???? absolutely not]

[His ears prick up at the announcement]

There's usually secret doors or little traps and shit when ya get locked in someplace. Or they hid the key and we gotta find it. Unless the key is some fuckin' alakazam magic word we gotta also find.

Have you been locked in lots of places?

Been in a lotta weird places, lady dude. Got good at pickin' locks and finding doors because of it.

I've never been in anything like this. But I can help look for stuff. Like it's a big escape room.

Aw, rad! If there's anything to find we can get it!

[Or we can trip and fall over a broken desk and faceplant. No? Just Hamn? Okay then]

Dude... ow.

We gotta fuckin' trip somebody back for this.