WEEK ONE

[lockdownmods]

[ Well that Orientation... happened. Whether you feel more informed or not, the truth remains. Here you are, within Fayflower University. You have your run of the campus, indoors and out.

There's also your tablets to play with. There are several apps-- and even a game! They didn't leave you without some entertainment. The music is a bit dated though...

And should you wish, there's still time to talk to the "staff" in a more... private setting. The office. They're not hard to find. Well-- your Professor, Han and Megumi aren't. Oswald is a bit more... difficult. ]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

Comments

[throwabookatit]

[ just wait til the killin starts ]

I- [ Wince. Incredible wince, as she continuously avoids looking at them. One glance, just one- ah. The boy Osomatsu, he's...not having a good time. ] ...N-no. No, I think it- it's probably...not as bad as it could be.

[throwabookatit]

...Me neither. I don't know...what anything going on here is supposed to mean, honestly.

[throwabookatit]

Of course not. I just think we should be a little less reckless. Especially when that recklessness results in intense paranoia and...whatever else was going on out there.

[throwabookatit]

Just...anywhere you think people would go, I suppose. Ah... Thank you, by the way. For not going up on that wall like the others, yesterday.

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Nod, nod.]

Hey, if they were gonna go through all the trouble of keeping us here, I doubt escape would have been as easy as jumping a wall.

[machrophage]

Two went berserk and another ran off into the woods. Or tried, anyway.

[Not talking about what happened to him, no siree.]

There was no way to find out but to see for ourselves.

[destroythefuture]

Very lame, right?

[Buddy, that's the kind of thoughtless thing you shouldn't say when 2-D is in the same school than you. He doesn't mean it, he's just sneering at the thought of singing contests at times like these]

[unhalting]

[Got off lightly, huh. Orga crosses his arms, tossing a glance at the wall before looking back at Viral. No time like the present, then.]

Speaking of which, you weren't going crazy like the rest of 'em were. What the hell happened there?

[throwabookatit]

Maybe they're desperate. [ She says this with a little bite, like she's annoyed. She is annoyed, beyond annoyed. ] Like we need to watch them every second...

We're just going to get more and more desperate.

[destroythefuture]

But you're like...twenty. You can't be from the sixties!

[throwabookatit]

[ Rebecca scowls lightly. ]

Yes, well, we're so lucky our captors don't want us dead, apparently.

[donotlick]

[ Tuesday night is here and where can we find Hank? In the cafeteria of course, though the kitchen's all closed up for the night. What Hank's doing may be a bit more interesting though.

Why, he seems to be drinking! He's got himself a bottle of Pike Creek Whiskey and a nice glass to enjoy a night of quiet contemplation. Where'd he get that? Uh, I dunno, but he could have just been drinking alone in his room so maybe he's feeling sociable. ]

So, a Mars bar, crayons, booze, and a Taser. [ His "rewards" are strewn on the table. Minus the Taser, he knows better than to leave weapons on the table when they're not in use. ] Can't tell if this school's supposed to be for adults or depraved fuckin' children.

[throwabookatit]

[ she's trying so hard, so very hard ]

Well, have to do something to keep everyone from gallivanting off to their deaths.

[destroythefuture]

[2-D may have barely finished that sentence before the Bowler Hat Guy pretty much lunged at the candy. He's so taking this!

Still, he stops after a moment, looking at 2-D with something pretty close to suspicion]

What's the catch?

[Something this good can't come for free, he's sure of that! There must be a trap!]

[destroythefuture]

Stop laughing, you jerk! [Bam, have another beach ball] Where did you even get that trombone?!

[And where can he get one of his own, he thinks for a moment]

[swordsinternally]

I don't think it's lame... but it's definitely not the kind of thing you'd expect from a classroom textbook.

[machrophage]

My thought were as distorted as the rest. The distortions just gave me different priorities.

[swordsinternally]

... the latter, actually.

[donotlick]

[ Hank snorts, grabbing one of the 3 dark blue crayons from the box. (They're different shades, supposedly, but let's be real here.) ]

Alright, you're on.

[ Ain't got much better to do!! Don't tell Connor... ]

Watch how a pro does it, kid.

[whatsmytalentagain]

Ah, got it.

[Not the weirdest person ever, but still weird. Did this guy walk out of a JRPG?]

But yeah, the more the merrier.

[donotlick]

It's too damn early for this shit. We've been here for little over 48 hours. If it's this bad now, what're they gonna do in a few days?

[ He sighs. HE doesn't even want to think about it. ]

Might be a good idea to set some kinda ground rules, at least to keep these idiots from hurting themselves.

[throwabookatit]

Of course it wasn't going to be. I don't know what they were thinking...putting themselves into danger like that.

[ososoi]

Aaand start! [ And with a surprising amount of speed, Oso runs up to a wall and quickly starts drawing dicks. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Sigh.] Whoever's idea that was, I don't think they really thought it through at all.

Oh well... [He looks down at the posters.] You haven't been to the cafeteria yet, have you?

[whatsmytalentagain]

Woah... Sorry...

[He had to ask after meeting the guy who couldn't work a tablet.]

I take it you're into calligraphy?