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locked_down2018-08-18 09:55 pm
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WEEK 2
[ Week 2 has begun. It's quiet and calm on campus so far, and you definitely aren't being called out for more. You know. BS or icebreakers. The wall is still deceptively easy to hop over, the birds are singing, Todd's somewhere on campus.
Welcome to week 2 of classes everyone. ]
Welcome to week 2 of classes everyone. ]
MONDAY
Lunch: Blue cheese burgers
Dinner: Lamb gyros with french fries
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Dear Clown,
It appears that I am now in possession of your usual clothes, if the profile picture is accurate. Normally, I would return them. However, the incident where you held Replica Karl hostage is still fresh in my mind, and so I feel it is only appropriate that I return the favor. So, meet me at the part of the wall where the incident took place last Monday at exactly noon. Any later, or any sooner, and I dump ink all over them and fling them over the wall. Come unarmed, or negotiations will end before they even had a chance to begin.
- Edgar Allan Poe
[Well, Poe can be found at the wall before noon setting up his little revenge scheme. That entails dragging an desk and chair out from the class room to dramatically sit behind, arranging the clothes being held hostage on the desk, double checking that his water gun is loaded with ink stained water. If you want to try and talk him out of this, it's more or less futile. But, no matter what conversations might take place beforehand, he'll be waiting dramatically behind his desk at the wall at noon for a certain clown.]
So, you actually came.
[Presuming he's not dead after noon, Poe can be found writing with his quill pen in an notebook the common room.]
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As he sees the setup Poe's brought with him, he can't help but laugh.]
What is this you've got here, Mr. Detective? [Goodness, if he'd come earlier he might've seen the man struggling to drag it out here. What a sight that would've been.] Are there forms I'll have to fill out?
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But there is one thing that he will also offer if he likes you enough-- ]
I know we probably shouldn't be playing with food too much, but... you wouldn't happen to be interested in a marshmallow gun fight, would you? I got two.
[ Well, okay then. During hours when the staff isn't doing any cooking themselves, people might find Shirou in the kitchen, where he seems to be checking out all the ingredients and actually jotting down the amount and what they actually have. He's trying his best to be resourceful, after all! Although he's trying to think of what would be good to make... well, he's probably going to experiment a bit.
More importantly, people might notice that he's mostly going to be using vegetarian ingredients as a part of said experiment. Huh. ]
Marshmallow guns
[He still feels awkward. Matsuno's supposed to be older than him.]
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MARSHMALLOWS
Yes.
[ It's an immediate response. ]
In the cafeteria, or free rein of the University?
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Cafeteria
As if he's not planning any mischief, he approaches, pretending to be disinterested and grabbing the trombone with affectation]
Hum. A trombone. What an...alright object. [...] What do you want in exchange?
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Cafeter-MARSHMALLOWS
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There is nothing I would rather do than have a marshmallow fight! That's my dream!
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Kitchen
[Surprise! As if she knew, Monika appears with a wave and a smile.]
What're you up to? Are you going to cook something?
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kitchen!
What will you be making?
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At breakfast, ignoring his now bleeding ear, Gogol slides alongside anyone who hasn't finished eating with his tray of pancakes, setting them down with a thud.]
Hey, give me your pancakes! I have an idea!
[At lunch, he’s absent, but by dinnertime he’s in the cafeteria, idly playing with a switchblade in one hand as he scribbles down some drawings with the other. From a distance they’re not particularly clear, but closer inspection would have them looking something like diagrams, mechanical and anatomical. Anyone wanting to steal some more fries is welcome to, as he seems largely uninterested in eating.
By late evening, Gogol’s in the gymnasium, brushing up on his own clownish acrobatics. In his gym clothes he's ditched his shirt, and swapped out his plait for a tight bun for ease of movement. Those with a great familiarity for the sport would notice he’s not excellent, and there’s not a whole lot for him to do with the current state of equipment, but he’s limber enough and carries himself with such energy that it feels like a decent enough show.]
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[That sounds suspicious but let's be real he's probably going to go along with it]
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Though, after waking up with all 7 his piercings in his ears he doesn't need another earring, and the bracelets he could part with. The necklace though...]
Alright, buddy. You mind giving me my necklace back?
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I want to eat my pancakes, thank you very much.
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cafeteria;
...What are those?
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Cafeteria
How 'bout you tell me what you plan on doing with 'em first?
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breakfast
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These aren't mine. If anyone recognizes these, I'll be willing to trade them for something else.
inside the box, there's nunchucks, a weird book, and a really creepy mascot head in the shape of a beaver.
later in the afternoon, waver will be found by the poolside. his feet are dipped in the water, sometimes kicking up the water. he seems to be deep in thought. come bother him! ]
pool
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cafeteria;
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That's why, in the morning, upon exiting your rooms into the hallway, you'll probably see Maya leaned against a wall, strumming a acoustic guitar like she knows what she's doing. Which... she doesn't. She's never played a guitar in her life.
It's far from Wonderwall, that's for sure.
Later on, Maya's halted her music career to enjoy some lunch. Burgers were always a delight to the medium, but maybe... she thought her meal could be improved, thanks to a certain item she found in her possession.
If you're around before the catastrophe starts, you may catch Maya as she's pulling a little plastic baggie out of her pocket, which seems to be holding... a pepper? An interesting ingredient that she's currently attempting to properly integrate into her burger.]
pepper;
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1/?
2/????
3/????????
okay no this is it
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Pepper time
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Pepper!!
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Maybe it has something to do with the black eye he has. Who knows.]
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Nooo... it's LOLOL withdrawal...
[But with that dramatic whining aside, maybe he'll go find something semi-productive to do. For example... actually going to class!? Okay, not really. But he does go into a classroom. On one of the boards, he writes these names:
Brynn
Yui
Kasumi
Arden Garcia
Then Yoosung draws a box around them (specifically, it kind of looks like a power box, because he's bored and actually drew one), and then he steps back to consider them, making sure they sound correct in his inner ear. After that, he starts looking through all the textbooks. They're so used, maybe he can figure out by whom. He's not the only one that draws in them when he's bored, right? ...Incidentally, looking through all the textbooks is boring too, so it would be possible to catch him in the middle of just spacing out and drawing some stars in the margins.
There really is only so much of that he can take, he wasn't cut out for super diligent investigations by any means. So by lunch and dinner time he's just decided that seeking out company is what's best for everyone. He kind of wants to check on everyone's mental state too, and help out. Especially those who are younger than him, he's feeling his duty to take care of them more than ever. He's gotta be the very best hyung!!!!! Well, what's a better way to greet people than just waving at them and saying]
Heya! Did you eat?
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lunch time
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going to class;
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class time!
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[ Osomatsu's been sleeping better lately. Maybe it's because of his roomie (even if she's gone by the time he's awake in the morning) or because he figured out a routine (said routine involves a mirror, to give you a hint) but either way, he looks more well-rested. For now. ]
[ Today, he finally decides to take one of the golf carts he got with his usual random things out for a spin. ]
[ It doesn't go well. ]
[ Next time you see Oso, he's at the Garden, soaking wet and trying to pull his golf cart out of the pond. Too bad the cart seems to be stuck. And broken. Fortunately, it doesn't look like he's killed any animals, so that's good. ]
[ Later in the day, Oso's sitting by the balcony trying to figure out how to use the camera on his tablet. Don't worry, he's not sitting on the banister. ]
Garden
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But Rebecca does. You can find her for some time before breakfast, just kneeling outside her door at the box, mouth a thin line, hand on one of the cup noodle containers, and...maybe murmuring? Something too soft. Something like, even here, or why are they... something. Maybe a name in there. Probably a name.
This can't last forever. Eventually, she's out of her funk, and back to the kitchen.
You know how it was cooking adventures yesterday? Well, that continues today. After breakfast, Rebecca's back at it, though she's in there for a much sorter time, soon setting out...some kind of stew? There is a fair amount of it, just out in the cafeteria, with a sign (in marker, not crayon, thank god) reading:
- Rebecca
...So this is what those leftovers were for! At the very least, Rebecca seems in a better mood, with all this. ]
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Outside her door!
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MONDAY ADVENTURE NUMBER TWO
Safety equipment for what?
Well, after scraping cheese off like four burgers and cramming all of them in his face for lunch, Viral spends a minute fidgetting under one of the cafeteria tables before peaking it up and rolling it out to set up with the mattresses outside. This is followed by the teacher's desk from the classroom getting dragged out somewhat awkwardly and...
put on top...
of the cafeteria table...
Anyway, once that's done, he'll be arranging the mattresses around the stack so that if anyone does fall, they'll land on something soft rather than hitting their heads. He thinks it's overkill, really, but. Look. You guys are soft humans and you keep yelling at him, so he's being responsible!
And then once that's done... Up he goes! Let's see what's on that next floor!
If we can see anything at all.]
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courtyard because where else
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Post-Monday adventure
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Closed to Rebecca
All of the cups are used! Was this Hans making fun of her for her request? She lets out a sigh and picks up the box. She heads down the hall with it to take it the trash.
No use in keeping this...]
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