WEEK 5

[lockdownmods]

[ You're doing well! In fact, there's a nice message in your inboxes on Sunday reminding you about your midterm evaluations, and how those will be coming very soon. Make sure you're studying! And, of course, there will be support services on campus to help you cope with the stress. The message almost looks like it should go on and list what those services are, but it cuts off abruptly, and that's that.

Meanwhile, the wall is more ominous than it has been in the past. What felt oppressive last week feels oddly eerie, and if you let yourself stay near too long, it feels oddly comforting and calling. Your freedom is just on the other side of the wall, after all. But that's okay, someone has posted a warning outside all buildings to not go near the wall.

Oh well. At least there are new locations to explore!]

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SUNDAY

[lockdownmods]

Breakfast: Breakfast pizza bagels-- in vegetarian and meat varieties
Lunch: Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup
Dinner: Chicken and brocoli alfredo
Cheese calzone

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS

[foo_bar]

[he's locking up the robotics lab, and probably for the first time... looks a little sleepy. Oh well.

He'll cat nap later.]

[adminus]

Han Young are you insane?!

[...guess that's one way to say hello.]

[swordsinternally]

[ Goddamn it.

That was not a memory that he expected to actually recall this week and it's because of it that he needs to actually go to the men's showers and take a pretty long one. He needs it, or else he's probably going to lose it.

Later on in the morning, he can be found in the simulation room-- he's turned it into what seems to be a church. Shirou himself is sitting on one of the pews. What people might also notice upon entering is that the 'church' itself isn't silent-- there is loud, encompassing music reverberating throughout the walls, coming from an organ in the front of the room that seems to be played by a rather small girl. And while each note is being played perfectly, there's just no emotion to the music; it's pretty robotic. And yet Shirou is listening to the song all the way through, regardless.

After he's found the time to clear his head for a bit, it's time to check out some of the new locations-- Akira had mentioned a workshop during the last meeting, so he's off to actually eagerly scope out the workshop himself; half because building things is actually his forte as Emiya Shirou and half because he can actually build some things for the memorial now...

Which means he might get distracted in the process trying to build a wooden house. We're sorry. ]

simulation room

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I... didn't take you for a religious person Shirou.

[He's not judging though.]

workshop;

[buriedearth]

[ So, Terra scoping out the new locations means he will also be dropping by in the workshop as well. He will be peering his head into the room and...

Well, that sure is a thing that is happening. Out of curiosity, he will come into the room proper to get a better sight. ]

Hey, Shirou.

What are you trying to make?

[sendintheclown]

[In the morning, Gogol has another memory return to him, and it sure is an exciting one! How delightful it was to see that look on Mr. Tonan's face, right as he pulls out the gun! All the pieces were falling into place, and it's hard not to feel invigorated for the day!

Restless with energy, he sets out to explore the new floor, hurriedly grabbing something full of cream and sugar from Starbucks in place of breakfast as he goes. He knows there's a workshop waiting for him, and he's excited about that, but when he exits the elevator and spots the exotic performance arts room, he stops.

There's a change of plan.

There are no plans anymore.

There is only clowning.

Like a beast let loose into the wild, Gogol sprints in there, and plays around with just about everything. Anyone coming through to check out the room might find a knife being thrown, or be treated to a show of juggling, or see Gogol launching himself off a trapeze and landing triumphantly - albeit with a brief look of pain.

If it seems abnormally calm and quiet today, it's because Gogol does not leave this room.]

exotic performance arts room;

[buriedearth]

[ Terra had been walking along, taking a gander around at what new places had been revealed, and caught him having a time with the trapeze. He can't help but say something (and it looks like someone's not practicing safety first properly.) ]

Enjoying yourself?

everything

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

..... Oh god no.

[Poe only walked in here because he was checking out all the new rooms he got. But as soon as he enters this room, he sees Gogol clowning around and tries to leave immediately... only to pause when he sees Gogol land after launching himself off a trapeze. That brief look of pain gets him to hesitate leaving the room... and concern wins out over common sense and he can't help but comment.]

... Your leg still isn't fully healed Clown. You should probably avoid the trapeze for two more weeks.... I'm not stitching up your wounds again if you reopen them.

[donotlick]

[ Hank has an announcement this morning! Yes, he's hanging out in the dorm common area with a nice big sign fashioned from notebook pages, markers and crayons. This isn't exactly a meeting, but he's bright and early and making sure to get everyone and anyone's attention if they walk by. What does the sign say? ]

Your booze privileges are officially OVER! Turn in all alcohol to Hank Anderson or face the law.

[ (He may have also slid some notes under people's doors for good measure, up to you if you want to be a lucky recipient.) ]

Hand over your booze or I'm gonna hit everybody's rooms and take it. [ He is very Dad Mode right now. ] And before you ask, no -- this ain't for me. It's for your own damn sake. You kids can't be fucking trusted with this shit, so I'm taking things into my own hands.

[ He holds out a hand. Give it here, unruly child! The police are cracking down. ]

[preconstruction]

Hank...? Are you doing alright?

[ this seems. drastic. ]

[swordsinternally]

The sodas don't count, right? The ones that taste like beer.

[ This is an important question to ask, actually. Otherwise, he's got no alcohol for you. ]

[devotingly]

Don't have any.

[ he's so lucky to not like alcohol!!! ]

But what caused this sudden change? Did your liver start begging for mercy?

[sendintheclown]

B-but I'm a responsible adult!

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Here.

[Poe hands over his one Bud Light to Hank with no protest. If he thinks it's for the best... than Poe feels he can trust Hank's judgement on this.]

[ososoi]

...Are you fucking kidding me?!

[ OSO THIS IS PROBABLY YOUR FAULT ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Huh?

[Whelp. This is completely unexpected. May as well check in before the cop starts screaming at him.

First thing he does when he approaches Hank is to show him something he already wrote in his new notebook. You know, in response to the big bright notice he found near his door this morning?]

About the alcohol ban:

1. I'm under the legal drinking age in my country.

2. I don't have any booze in my room or on me. Feel free to check the bag if you wanna be 100% sure.

3. This is a pretty sudden announcement. What happened?

[True to his word, he hands over the shoulder bag he's been carrying around since last night. If Hank checks, the only things he'll find in there are more mechanichal pencils.]

[throwabookatit]

[ ...C'mon. Really? ]

Hank... I'm twenty-nine. I think I can be trusted with a little alcohol.

[unhalting]

[Honestly, Orga looks pretty distracted right about when Hank accosts him but he automatically frowns when hears that last sentence.]

Where the hell's this coming from all of a sudden?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[Poe's... not sure what to make of the memories he got back today. They... certainly explain many things... and he's... not sure what to make of the new more... positive feelings towards Ranpo... his rival. The Clown was telling the truth... he lost... but... it turns out... he does have a reason to live again. Ranpo... he... he remembered Poe from their match. But... in direct contrast to those positive emotions... is his disbelief at what Fitzgerald pulled. Sure, he knew that plan was an option... but he didn't think the mad man would actually try and do it to Yokohama! He thought the plan involving that unstable child was bad enough... but doing that other thing with the whale? Seriously?

Once he's fully processed the massive amount of memories he got back... Poe can be found in the library today reading Edogawa Ranpo's works. Early in day he can be found reading a biography on the man. Around the middle of the book, Poe pauses... and slowly turns bright red. He keeps reading though... but the red in his face only keeps growing. By the time he's done... Poe looks like a tomato. He calmly sets down the book on the table and buries his bright red face in his hands.]

This... this can't be accurate. It.. it can't be.

[This other Edogawa Ranpo.... admired his other self. He... can't believe he didn't notice it before. Edogawa Ranpo... was the man's pen name... which was an rending of Poe's name. He... named himself after Poe. Oh... oh god. How... how is he supposed to talk to his Ranpo with a straight face after this???? He's... he's noticed that some relationships between people have been... reversed... but he didn't expect his relationship with Ranpo to be one of them. Oh. God. He's.... he's not sure what to make of all the emotions rising up inside him right now.

Oh god. Also... he can't believe the man had engaged in a contest with this... Jun'ichi Iwata to see who could find the most books on... on... erotic desire between men. He... can respect the man for making sure that Jun'ichi's work on queer historiography got published... but at the same time. He's not sure what to make of it. There's... there's also the fact that this Ranpo.... his... his sexuality was rather... ambiguous. He apparently had male lovers when he young... but got into an heterosexual marriage later in life. Poe... especially has no idea what to make of that. He's.. aware that certain parts of these... alternate versions of themselves carry over, but certain parts don't.

It's... it's not like he could just ask his Ranpo about... about... that. Oh god. Oh god. He does not like the feelings and ideas all of.... this put into his head. Ranpo is his rival. There... there wouldn't be anything more there right? There couldn't be. Even... if the idea of more... wanders into Poe's head due to all of this. That idea... it could never happen. It... it couldn't. These feelings... they can't be that. They... they can't. Something like that... isn't something he could have. Why... would anyone... much less Ranpo... even feel that way toward him?


Poe's thought process continues in loops like that in the library for a long time. Eventually... his gay crisis subsides enough for him to function again and he drags himself to the simulation room. There's only one being he could fully vent to about all these... feelings he's now aware of. In the simulation room.... he can be found talking quietly to a raccoon in his lap. He's petting the raccoon and looked probably the most relaxed he's ever been here.]

Karl... I just... I just have no idea what to make of all... all this.

[Karl chitters back at Poe and a sad smile appears on the man's face. He's aware this Karl isn't the real one... but this makes the ache slightly more bearable.]

simulation room;

[buriedearth]

[ Terra is here for altogether different reasons Poe was. For one thing, in simulations, he can actually see his literal Keyblade again, and that's pretty neat!

...He doesn't see about trying to make people from home yet, because he already had enough of that from hallucination week. For now, anyway. ]

Don't know to make of what, exactly?

cw: alcohol-induced hangovers (mostly in the first prompt AKA cafeteria)

[ososoi]

[ Another night, another memory. ]

[ Technically speaking, it was... somewhat less unpleasant than the last one? His brothers were in it. He can't tell if the memory took place before or after they left home. ]

[ It still wasn't all that pleasant though. Somehow, they all drank something that made them invisible except for their organs. And then they had to paint all over each other. But it was the kind of unpleasantness that he was used to, not the kind of unpleasantness here. ]

[ On the other hand... ]

[ "He's too normal." ]

[ "He doesn't have any distinguishing features." ]

[ "He's so obscure..." ]

[ "He's just so plain..." ]

[ "Basically, he doesn't stand out." ]

[ His brothers are assholes. And yet... is there some truth? ]

[ He wakes up hungover and feeling god awful. ]

[ And then he remembers what 2-D did to Maya and now he feels much worse. ]

[ As much as he doesn't want to leave his room, there's not enough food. So he'll be at the Cafeteria for lunch and Starbucks at dinner. ]

[ It's worth noting that his left hand has been bandaged up while his right hand has mostly healed to the point of not needing it's own bandage anymore. He's also got a bandage on the bridge of his nose. ]

[ Both times, he brings his tablet and photo album with him. At lunch, he wearily looks at his tablet showing a photo of himself and Maya. At dinner, he's reading through his photo album. ]

[ Both times, he loses his appetite. ]

- Closed to Rantaro -

[ Late at night, Osomatsu appears to be looking for something in the Home Economics room. Something... like a thread. Or a string. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Huh? What's someone doing in the Home Ec room at this hour?

Rantaro walks in to investigate, and who does he see but Matsuno looking around for something...

... This is probably about that magatama...

Rantaro briefly whistles to get Matsuno's attention. Once he has it, he'll smile and wave, before taking something out of a shoulder bag he happens to be wearing...

... Is that a thick Faylower brand notebook?]

Starbucks

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

..... You seem to gain more injuries every week Osomatsu-san.

[It's really worrying.]

Contains implied V3 spoilers!

[whatsmytalentagain]

[That morning, Rantaro awoke with a strong sense of Deja Vu. Did he get the same memory twice? No, it felt different, somehow...

That strange uniform he got off Akira the other week had become a lot more familiar now, and he's figured he might as well wear that today. First order of buisness is to go tape a handwritten notice on his door for anyone who wasn't at the afterparty last night.]

I'm taking a vow of silence.

Realized that not speaking helps me think. I'll be saving my voice for trials, emergencies, and vocal exercises. Sorry for the inconvenience. - Amami Rantaro

[He's copied the announcement on the front page of the notebook he grabbed yesterday, along with some pre-written responses he thinks he'll end up using a lot. A part of him wonders if the staff intended for one of the "apprentices" to go partially mute, but hey. More power to him.

Later on in the morning, he's chilling in the Starbucks with a barely touched frappichino at his side. He's more focused on that midterm announcement on his tablet. That's pretty sketchy. After a moment he writes something on a blank page and sets his notebook on the table, facing out to anyone who might walk in.]

Does anyone have any theories about the midterm exams?