After School Detention (
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:33 pm
[KATSUMORI]
[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]
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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and the what the fuck going on in his head only gets louder as he registers his current condition and the condition of this place but worst of all is probably the bit of familiarity with this kind of setting--not even because he's been in a setting like this, but he's watched things with such a setting.
the WHAT THE FUCK?? levels are going off the charts here, actually--oh, he's reflexively moving his hand to his face because it feels like his appearance may be slipping a little, ahhhhhh no no no now's not the time to lose it. deep breaths.]
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Zuo Le had gotten up immediately, tried the door handle first thing, and has been pacing around the room for a few seconds when he hears someone else stirring. ]
Sir? Are you alright?
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...Strange.
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looks a little blank-faced at registering he does not recognize her at all.]
Ah. Hello?
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The weirdest part to him is the collection of unfamiliar faces around him.
He's currently parked back in the chair he woke up in, the side of his fingers pressed to his lips as he tries to work out this puzzle that is missing several pieces. ]
I'll say.
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After a preliminary attempt to open the door the normal way, and a few circles around the room to case the place as best he can, he's made his way back to the door. There's a few seconds of standing there silently contemplating it, before--
The sound of Zuo Le's shoe making contact with the door knob is loud. Loud enough to really resound throughout the classroom. Definitely loud enough to sound like he might have done some actual damage here.
And yet as he lowers his foot the door is still firmly intact, and Zuo Le's brows are knitted together in confusion. ]
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he pauses in his own investigation, eying zuo le warily. ]
Nice try.
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but when he does- ]
Fuck. Fuck.
[ he's kind of crashing out. ]
You've got to be kidding me.
[ he kicks at his desk, eyes wild. ]
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mood?
in fact?]
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It's been slumped on a desk, the ports on the back of its neck wreathed by the bold petals of a green sunflower. It doesn't startle, but it does snap immediately into action, standing so quickly that the chair it was in crunches into the wall. ]
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[THE JOURNAL]
[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??]
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that's never once stopped him. he's SNOOPING...]
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[ROUND ONE]
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]
[Please have your decisions submitted by Sunday, July 20 at 8:00 a.m. MT. Timezone conversions are in discord!]
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[ he asks, crossing his arms and leaning against a desk.
he looks everyone in the eyes, as if daring them to say otherwise. ]
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Not exactly helpful to receive opposing requests.
[ Especially when they have no reason to believe one command over the other request.
Though... Maybe it was the sing-song quality of the voice that felt too cloyingly playful in a situation that does not seem fun or funny to him. ]
However, I'm not overly inclined to give out my own name in this situation until I know more.
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[muttering it to himself because HE DID NOTICE THIS.]
So it's every name that's a danger?
[hmm... to test or not to test...]
NAMES THO
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It sounds like we're largely in agreement... I don't have any inclination to give mine.
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[ROUND TWO]
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]
[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.]
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[RESULTS 1/2] CW: SPIDERS (WORDS ONLY NO PICTURES)
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cw: worms in flesh...?
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