WEEK 3

[lockdownmods]

 [ Week 3 rolls around the corner-- with all the loss of joy after the trial. Can you keep up hope after everything that's happened? On top of that... it would seem that that whatever has effected your memories here-- it's beginning to wear away.

You're not stuck in the same place forever. Ssssort of, anyway. The stairs in the main building appear to have been uplocked and now... now you have access to a whole new floor of rooms. At least that's something!

Welcome to week three of the semester.]

LOCATIONS | PROFILES | HAN OFFICE HOURS | MEGUMI OFFICE HOURS

SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

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TUESDAY

[lockdownmods]

Breakfast: Belgian Waffles
Grilled chicken sausage links
Lunch: BBQ Bacon Burgers
Eggplant shwarma bowl
Dinner: French cut porkchops and rosemary potatoes
Tofu spring rolls with peanut sauce

LECTURE - THOSE WHO ARE COUNTING ON YOU

[lockdownmods]

[Around noon, Oswald appears but-- he's pale and sweating, and his eyes are darting around uneasily. Something is clearly very wrong.

And you may have noticed it too. Glimpses of people that aren't really there. People that are so familiar to you that it doesn't feel weird to see them out of the corner of your eye until you realize where you are.

These hallucinations...]

It would seem that they wish to remind us all of the reasons why success here is so important. The people that are counting on each of us. Keep them in sight and you won't stray, so to speak.

[He doesn't seem to think that it's a good idea in the slightest, but-- that might be more personal than professional logic that makes him hate it so. Which means-- well. Apparently no one is exempt.]

Ghrk--

[The hallucinations will show more often as the week progresses and last longer.]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[As much as Rantaro doesn't like Oswald, he can't help but smirk at him getting a taste of his own medicine.]

Heh. Guess you didn't think this one through, did ya?

[It makes seeing glimpses of his sisters out of the corner of his eye a little more bearable.]

[chumville]

KRABS!

[Plankton divebombs at an unseen “ack-ack-ack” figure...and crashes into a wall head-on.]

...pain. Real pain.

[sendintheclown]

Gosh, Mr. Plankton - are you okay?

[Said in a hushed whisper. It feels rather scandalous with the current situation.]

[myliteratureclub]

Great... this is just great...

[whatsmytalentagain]

You're telling me...

[He sighs, mentally bracing himself for the worst.]

At least he gets to suffer with us. [He being Todd, who he's pointing a thumb at.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Poe hates this motive. He really, really, really hates this motive. Seeing Karl just makes the absence of him around Poe's shoulders all the more noticeable. And Ranpo? God. He does not need an walking reminder of his current speculations on how his revenge turned out... Still. It's satisfying to see they are not the only ones suffering from this.]

Well. At least we are not suffering alone...

[swordsinternally]

[ Shirou pauses for a moment when he says the single word "they", and that's when he sees them out of the corner of his eye, the faces of those he shouldn't remember. Because in this timeline, the person named Caren Ortensia isn't someone that he's met before.

So why-- ]

Who...?

[ "You should at least still remember who I am, Emiya Shirou. Even if you've forgotten who you are."

Those are the words that she says to him before he ends up doubling over in what seems to be pain, falling on his knees as he can barely stand. Because those words are something that he doesn't want to hear. He knows he's forgotten something. More than the memory loss... it's something that he should have known all along but he's somehow still suppressing.

Even here. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Woah!

[Rantaro rushes over to Shirou.]

You okay, Emiya-kun?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Shirou!?

[Oh god, not one of the people he actually sort of likes here! Poe rushes over to Shirou and nervously wrings his hands, as he's not sure what to do with them.]

Are- are you alright?

[curseoclock]

[Henry's pretty much frozen up at first, but seeing Oswald's reaction snaps him out of that a little. He's still tense, but that carefree grin is back on his face immediately.]

Aw, it looks like someone's having a bad time!

Isn't that sad?

[throwabookatit]

[ I wish he were here with me, and other thoughts Rebecca regrets having.

Well, this is just wonderful, isn't it? ]

So bribery wasn't enough, now it's playing with our heads. ...Again.

[sendintheclown]

[A glimpse of a white hat atop a tall figure, Gogol turns eagerly to face it.]

Dos-

[It takes him a moment to realize it's only a mirage. Of course, Dostoyevsky wouldn't really be here. But to see him, in any form, to be reminded of how he was counted on and how he wasn't alone...]

Thank you.

[He'd be happy if this never ended.]

[covertizer]

[ Akira’s about to open his mouth to say something— when there’s a flash of dark skittering across the floor, small and lithe and it stops him in his tracks. The figure keeps dancing out of full view as he turns to look at it, never letting him get a good, clear look. But he knows who it is.

And for a moment he feels inescapably lonely, even surrounded by the other people here. Like he’d done not too long ago — even surrounded by the other thieves, the loss of his most constant companion had been hard. It feels like that, but somehow deeper. At least back then he’d known that Morgana couldn’t have gone too far. Here though... he doesn’t even know where he is, let alone anyone else.

He swallows. ]

At least you get to join in. Maybe you won’t be so enthusiastic about handing these motives out next time.

[donotlick]

Who the fuck is they?

[ Hank is very pointedly staring directly at Oswald. This is fucked up, yeah? It's fucked. You don't need to know who he's seeing in order to see that Hank is pretty clearly sweating, and his eyes dart down to about... child-height, every now and hen. ]

What the fuck is this!?

[ososoi]

Eh? The fuck are you--?

[ And for a moment, he sees... his... ]

...What?

[ His brothers are here. And yet they're not. And yet they are. And yet... ]

[ "Osomatsu-niisan?" ]

[ He stands there frozen. If anyone pays attention to him, they'll notice he's got the same look of recognition as back at the first 'hijacking'. ]

...Y-You guys?

[lovedanime]

Don't look at me like that!

[Mitarai seems to be snapping at an invisible mirror.]

They're all with me on this, here; it's more important than lunch!

[itwasfeyt]

This is just silly, right Pear-

[She looks to her right, finding nothing there. Nothing was ever there.]

...Okay, I don't like this already. So, way to go, I guess.

[unhalting]

[The motive is worded so vaguely, and yet. It's self-explanatory enough when Orga feels the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, because those ever-familiar eyes are locked on him, watching. Of course. It could never be anyone else, could it.

Orga closes his eyes for a minute.]

Gettin' a taste of your own medicine, huh.

[buriedearth]

[ Sucks to suck, Oswald.

He's not going to gloat about it either, though. He's not quick enough to react to a certain someone and commotion but he's going to be watching for now in case something happens again.

...As for him, he's seeing a familiar faces and it's kind of a little nostalgic really. Seeing Ventus and Aqua there, but it's so hard to believe they're not real. ]

[sendintheclown]

[Following the lecture, some fliers find themselves upon the walls of the cafeteria and common area:]

CLOWNSELING & ADVICE DROP-IN

IN THE COURTYARD, ALL DAY

COMPLETELY PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL

[The bottom of the flyer is tastefully decorated with balloons and happy faces.

Those coming into the courtyard will notice that a desk and two chairs have been dragged into the gazebo, Gogol sits on one of them, resting his chin in his hand, with a paper placard that says "THE CLOWN IS IN".

Come, talk to him about your problems.]

courtyard

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

A pun.... really?

[He can't believe the clown was serious about giving out advice. He had to come and investigate the legitimacy of it after seeing that flyer and their conversation after the motive.]

[curseoclock]

[For the most part, Henry seems normal. Well. What passes for normal for Henry, anyway. He seems to be keeping himself busy, in his own way. The fact that he's glancing around a lot more doesn't mean that he's actually bothered by the hallucinations or anything.

So no, he's definitely not looking extra jumpy in the cafeteria or when wandering the halls, that's just your imagination. He's fine, thanks?

He's going to spend a lot of time in the courtyard again. It's kind of his usual hangout, honestly. No, don't worry, there are no body parts with him. But he seems to be kneeling next to some plants and... talking to them? That's... probably normal?

...Well, it's Henry, it actually might be.]

courtyard

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[What on earth is Henry doing now..?]

I.... didn't think the hallucinations would get that bad this fast.