[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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[ratiocinations]

[Waggles his hands in his air! He doesn't know! He's English, and wacky magical folklore abounds in his culture, but that doesn't mean any of it is true!! Why does she want to keep debating this!!!]

Superstition! Desperate attempts to explain the unknown!

[Sometimes Black Shucks are just black dogs set loose on moors to kill people.]

[velluminous]

[ they are speaking far too loudly, and brashly, for two prisoners bleeding and half-dead from a ghostly encounter. with no idea where that ghost might be now.

however. unfortunately. Ms Fairplay loves the debate. ]

Yet here we are! Can your home be so untouched?

[ratiocinations]

[And yet the conversation is distracting, and therefore bolstering, for he can focus on the words and not the sting as they continue to walk.

Though he finds he has no way to rebuke that.

… ]

I don’t know.

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[velluminous]

[ sounds like he hates that. the not knowing. ]

Huh!

[ that's enough of an acknowledgement for her. ]

[velluminous]

Atmosphere is ... oppressive, no?

[ratiocinations]

[He does. It is one more missing piece of a very important puzzle.

The hallway stretches. At some point, however, there is more light than usual beckoning them — it is the evening light from outdoors, spilling through the open doorway of the school’s entrance.]

Yes. I have visited many awful places before, but this…

[velluminous]

[ at once a wild hope: they can just walk out?—and a deep reluctance. oh, no. outside is where that thing is. was.

of course, it came inside, and now it could be anywhere at all, but... she likes very little the thought of being so exposed.

starts slowing... down... ]

It has changed.

[ratiocinations]

[Meanwhile, Holmes resists the urge to go practically sprinting out those open doors — not for escape, though that would be nice, but for further investigation.

But she slows down, and so does he, instinctively. Glances over his shoulder.]

What has?

[velluminous]

Dark outside before. Now light...

[ implying the locked room was—hhah, elsewhere entirely? that it was a trick? or this is now? now that she is ruminating on it... where did everyone emerge from? was it the same door? but those of them locked inside kin'un didn't get through the door at all. ]

[ratiocinations]

[Oh, he sees. But-]

The environment changed so swiftly when we denied that voice our names. I imagine what we saw was not necessarily indicative of the actual flow of time, beyond that room.

[But! Who knows!]

We should explore.