After School Detention (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
detentionroom) wrote2025-07-15 01:31 pm
[KENKOU]
[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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after a moment, she seems to... settle into the default; perfect posture, a smile and bashfulness at being troublesome. the mask wavers though- )
Ah- yes? Well, no, this is... a lot. I'm sorry, I'm not really sure.
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If anything, it reminds her that she needs to keep it together for the teens here. ]
... Yeah, you can say that again. [ She heaves out a sigh and shakes her head. ] I was kind of in the middle of something before waking up here. [ Understatement of the year, but she doesn't think it's a good idea to go into it all right now.
She nods toward the window. ] Can you see anything out there?
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It's just... darkness. If it can even be called that. It's like nothing exists beyond this room...
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She shifts over to also peer out the window, but it's exactly as the girl said. ]
I don't get it. I just... [ She turns to look around the classroom again, then at the chalkboard. ] Is this some kind of test?
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[ She sends a wary glance around. ]
Why is that? Did someone bring us here?
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( her heart is pounding in her chest and she clutches her own shirt, looking away without realizing it- )
I was just trying to get to my friend's house, I don't- I don't understand-
( fission mailed )
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Oh no, she's panicking. Tifa's expression softens as she slowly approaches, one hand reaching out to gently rest on the girl's shoulder. ]
... Hey, it's okay. [ Her tone is warm and comforting. It's easier to shove aside her own worries if she's got someone else to be concerned about.
Just trying to get to a friend's house, though? That sounded normal enough, unlike what Tifa was doing prior to arriving here. ] I'm not sure what's going on, but... at least we're not here alone, right?
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( she's being unsightly. a problem.
bad-a blanket of stillness washes over her, and she pauses. )
... Yes...
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Wanna take a seat for a sec? This whole thing is weird, but it doesn't look like we're in any immediate danger, at least.
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( snoop the books a bit?
once again she looks at the blackboard.
do not give them your name. )
... We should be careful, though.
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Yeah, I wonder what that's about...
[ It's going to make it kind of confusing if they can't share names. ]
Well, if we can't exchange names, maybe you can tell me where you're from?
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( names are power. names are everything. )
... I'm from Shibuya, a part of Tokyo, Japan.
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It all makes sense (sort of) when she explains where she's from. None of those three place names mean a thing to Tifa, and she blinks a few times, head tilting slightly. ]
I'm sorry, I... don't know where that is. Is it somewhere in Wutai?
[ That's definitely an area of Gaia she knows the least about, but she would have heard Yuffie mention it, right? ]
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No?
( girl help- )
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Well, this is strange, to say the least. ]
Then... do the names Gaia, Midgar, or Shinra mean anything to you?
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Otherwise, no.
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She glances down at the scraped-up desk. ]
Could we really be from completely different planets...?
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( mafuyu slumps across the desk she's seated at. no. no no no no no no no absolutely not absolutely NOT- )
I'm in high school, not from some- some shounen manga!
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She shuts her eyes for a moment and lets out a sigh. ]
I'm sorry... that you've been dragged into this.
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... 'm sorry too. I know you're trying to help.
It's- been a rough day.
And a rough week.
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Tifa lets out a breathy laugh and leans back in her seat, nodding. ]
Tell me about it. This is the last thing I need right now...
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This sucks.
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[ Tifa takes a moment to just sit with that, drawing a hand down her face. ]
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