[physical education 101]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: transfer students
When: July 1̷̝̤̳̙̫̭̻̝͓̄̇̾̀̕͝9̸̙̱̹͍̮̈́́̀̅͛̐̔̋ 20
Where: the. . . gymnasium?
What: an ice breaker
Warnings: moderate physical injury (not debilitating), psychological horror (absolutely debilitating)

[The school is empty. The school is quiet. The only sound that cuts through the silence is the soft ticking of the hallway clocks that mark the passing of each second.]

[. . .]

[At least. . . until a stiff breeze whips through the classrooms, scattering dirty papers and jerking the curtains aside. The clock strikes 6:00 a.m.]

[The school bell chimes.]

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[selfportraiture]

Ah, Rose was ripping up some of her track suit for bandages, hang on. I'll grab some.

[Ena skedaddles for a moment! Because hell if she's ripping up her own.

She's back soon enough, at least, with a few strips of light red fabric.]

Here, will this work?

[cupidsammo]

[ Well, it's better than nothing, so she nods gratefully. ]

Yes—thank you. I'll... find something for the rest of me later.

[ Surely there's a clinic or something around, right... Or maybe she can use her own tracksuit if it comes down to it. ]

[selfportraiture]

No problem...

[She's hesitating.]

They're... your arms, so they're probably going to be tough to wrap up on your own, right...?

[... Ugh, she really doesn't want to do this.

Not with what they figured out during the game room. But... she should offer.]

Do you need me to help?

[cupidsammo]

[ Another pause, then: ]

You don't have to, if... if it'll be any trouble.

[selfportraiture]

... That's not it. It's just... ugh. We found this out in that classroom, but. Touching someone means they feel what we're feeling.

It's not exactly comfortable.

[cupidsammo]

—Huh?

I haven't had anything like that happen yet.

[selfportraiture]

... Seriously?

Look, like--

[THEY JUST DID IT TO THEM??? what a RIP.

Ena huffs out a breath, and reaches out for her arm to gently being to wrap the cloth around the worst of the cuts. And as soon as she makes contact, her emotions hit--thankfully not too potently right now. But there's a mix of fear and anger and anxiety and relief and exhaustion, probably unsurprisingly.]

[cupidsammo]

[ While she's more or less feeling similarly, it's overwhelming to have more of it suddenly hit you. She starts where she sits, eyes growing wide. ]

—Agh!

[selfportraiture]

[She lets go immediately, of course, hands held up placatingly.]

Er--like that. Sorry. Was that too much? I'm still getting used to it myself.

[cupidsammo]

—S- sorry! I guess I wasn't expecting it to feel like that... But I think if I know it's coming, it should be all right.

[selfportraiture]

Alright...

[She's tentative as she reaches for her other arm, moving to wrap that one too.

The same emotions again, if with some added petulance, which is explained quickly enough:]

I can't believe this is only happening to us... what gives?

[cupidsammo]

I'm sorry, I wish I knew... But I still don't understand what's happening at all.

[selfportraiture]

No, it's--it's fine. You can't be expected to know anymore than I do. I guess I was just thinking out loud. [Or "bitching out loud", as is more accurate.

She finishes wrapping her arms with a careful knot of the fabric.]

There. Sorry, it's not great, but that's the best I can do.

[cupidsammo]

[ With a shake of her head: ]

No no, it'll work—it should help stop the bleeding some. Thank you very much for helping me.

[selfportraiture]

No problem. I mean, it's the least I can do, right? We're all stuck in this crappy situation together.

And it seems like I got off "lightly".

[Not too lightly, but better than everyone else.]

[cupidsammo]

Mm... Did you find the key?

[selfportraiture]

Yes.

... It was under the teacher's podium, before you ask.

[cupidsammo]

.... Oh.

I should have tried looking a little harder, too.

[selfportraiture]

Don't blame yourself too much. We had barely any time in there, and it was really tense.

[...]

We barely found it in time.

[cupidsammo]

[ Yeah, but...

The words go unsaid. ]

W- well, I suppose we still all made it out.

[selfportraiture]

... Right.

[Yeah, she might've put her foot in her mouth there.

Oops...]

Um, I'm going by Botan here, by the way.

[cupidsammo]

—Ah, right! Thank you very much, Botan... I'm sorry I can't introduce myself properly yet. I wasn't thinking of any names.

[selfportraiture]

Oh.

[... She feels a little sheepish now.]

That was one of the first things we did...

... Were our priorities super skewed...?

[This is Mizuki's fault.]

[cupidsammo]

But it's a good idea to have them, isn't it? We got caught up in trying to figure out where we were and how to get out, that's all.

[selfportraiture]

Yeah, the sensible things to worry about.

[Oh well... it worked out for them, so can't be too embarrassed about it.]

But yeah, since it seems like it's going to take a bit longer to get outta here, we should be careful about what we call each other.