[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.]

[ Team rooms | Endgame | Rewards ]

Comments

[velluminous]

[ flinches back when he does—to her, his hand is a spider leaping at her shoulder. ]

Nn—

[gamboler]

[ What a pair they make. Reflexively, his touch flies back, instead smoothing over his hair. Very natural. ]

My apologies. Must have been the light...

[velluminous]

[ her blood must be running cold. that must be what this feeling it. and her heart... it's so tight it hurts. ]

No. What do you see?

[gamboler]

[ ...If it hadn't been so evident his group weren't the only ones affected, he might be more resistant. ]

A spider, but rest assured — nothing more than these tired eyes playing tricks on me, haha.

[velluminous]

[ bayley on god i lost this tag three times since last night trying to reply to you ]

You met it, too.

[ and what unique eyes they are! but she's gone quite still, now. she! doesn't! want this! ]

That thing at window.

[gamboler]

[ NO....tags on the wind... ]

"Met" might be a little too generous, wouldn't you say? At least I, for one, was all wound up before I got a good look at the beast.

[ He's not sure if that makes it better or worse. ]

[velluminous]

[ wound up, ha. ]

I had screaming girl on one side, screaming clock on another. Mammon...

[gamboler]

[ The description calls to mind memories he's none too eager to relive, even as he blinks it away. ]

Let's...move on, shall we? It's all behind us, now. You can call me Garnet, from team Kai-un.

[velluminous]

[ a slight pinch in her brows—such a familiar-sounding name, she has her mouth open to object that she certainly hadn't seen him in the locked room—

ah. she understands. kai-un, and she was locked in with kin'un. this will be interesting. ]

Ms Fairplay. Kin'un homeroom, no relation. Perhaps.

[gamboler]

[ Huh, that's the first he's hearing of it, too. Perhaps no relation, but they are awfully similar, aren't they? ]

Indulge me if you will, Miss Fairplay. Was there anything in your classroom related to this Kin'un? For instance, we found a journal that appears to have been written by Kai-un in ours.

[velluminous]

Journal, yes.

... Reading what?

[gamboler]

[ So that's a pattern between at least the two of their classrooms. ]

In ours, Kai-un related a brief but rather unfortunate tale of distinctly bad luck. Toe-stubbing, running into glass windows, that sort of thing. Yours?

/2

[velluminous]

[ SHE DIDN'T READ IIIIIIT ]

[velluminous]

[ splutters, ] Well, you would have to... that is... I...

1/2

[gamboler]

[ ]

[gamboler]

You didn't read it, did you.

[velluminous]

Mammon! More important matters arose, as you know!

[gamboler]

[ ANNOYINGLY: ]

What if there had been an essential clue in there?

[velluminous]

Kkhh.

[ no! she hates this!

hunches forward where she sits, her thumb with that little divot in the nail making its way between her teeth. she bites down slightly, gaze affixed to the flicker of web strands just behind him.

if she has missed something critical, something so apparent, over her concerns for a feral young woman and a man unable to conceive of the mere thought of magic... it will burn in her forever. unforgivable oversight for a would-be scribe. the journal—the first thing she should have dove for! ]

...I will...

[ have to find it again. ]

[gamboler]

[ A wave of his hand, dismissive. ]

I wouldn't lose too much sleep over it now. The game's over, isn't it? Although...best we keep playing by the no name rule, at the very least.

[ Maybe the journals will play more of a role than they have so far, too. It's peculiar...who writes such a pointed journal entry like that, anyway? ]

[velluminous]

[ her dark eyes flick up. the only indication is a slight change in how the light plays on them.

with vague concern, ] You would call that "game"?

[gamboler]

It clearly was to whoever brought us here, and I like to meet others at their level.

[ And that's always easier for him. To understand utterly senseless things like this as a game brings at least some familiarity and stability to it. ]

[velluminous]

[ mmh, there is logic in that. how many stories of outsmarting the fey at their own game? and devils, too. ]

I shudder to think. Game, or "lesson"...

[gamboler]

"Lesson" gives the impression that there's something meaningful we ought to have taken away from that.

[ And he sounds loath to give their captors that much credit. ]

[velluminous]

I have taken away meaning that I intend to return punishment inflicted upon me—tenfold.