[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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Comments

[mogger]

[ yuffie stumbles out, bleeding from her legs and looking pissed rather than scared. but is that the truth? ]

[ she rips off the arm of her tracksuit, wrapping up her legs, before turning to look at you: ]

Hey. Gimme some of your clothes, and I'll bandage you.

[ she's assuming you're a victim like her ]

[inexorableiron]

Lady dude, I beat you to it.

[he ripped his shirt in half and used it to wrap his injured legs. The injured arms....are just a little oozy]

[mogger]

[ lady dude.... ]

Yeah? What about your arms, big guy?

[inexorableiron]

[Big guy, big shrug]

You want me to take my pants off?

[mogger]

Uh. No. You can keep those on.

[inexorableiron]

Didn't think that one through, lady dude. Those are blood soakin' pants.

[mogger]

It's Y--- White Rose! Not lady dude.

... Right, keep your bloodsoaking pants on. What happened to you, anyway?

[inexorableiron]

White Rose, sure. Alright.

We got fuckin' wrecked is what happened! Strings or some wire shit, we bandaged ourselves up after that, but then it got bad, dude. Like all the needles a dude can imagine bad. Blacked out. Wake up here. Shit.

[He swats at... nothing on his arm. Huh]

[mogger]

Oh, shit.

[ watches him swat at nothing on his arms.... hm. this is problematic ]

Same for us, minus the needles and... blacking out. Are you seeing things?

[inexorableiron]

Bastards must have had all fuckin' kinds of traps set up. Needles sucked. Wires sucked. Shitty all around, dude. You guys work out how to disarm that garbage?

[He frrrrowns, eyes looking past her for just a moment]

Uh, yeah. You not?

[mogger]

Yeah, we managed to find the key.

[ seems like they were lucky ]

Uh.... no? What are you seeing?

[inexorableiron]

...

There really was a fucking key the whole godsdamned time? Fucking really?

[He is stunned or appalled, one of these]

Dolls. Stuff. It's ...fast.

[mogger]

Yeeep. Sorry you didn't find it, big guy.

[ rip. ]

There's nothing here, so just--- ignore it!

[ as if it's that easily done ]

[inexorableiron]

[Softly] What the fuck...

What'd you have goin' on? Crunched up furniture and fey shit, or are we seriously unfuckinlucky?

I don't think anybody could ignore that thing, dude.

[mogger]

Yeah, crunched up furniture and fey shit. Or monster shit. Or.... whatever! We got punished for checking the wrong areas, too. But not like you.

[ apparently ]

There's nothing there. Just focus on me!

[faultlieswith]

Oh, um.

[ Ishmael was planning on doing so herself, but given that her arms are both gashed up it would be helpful to have someone else's help. ]

Please. Thank you.

[mogger]

No problem. Here, just let me...

[ once she has some cloth she'll get to work on it, bandaging up her arms. she knows what she's doing! unfortunately, this does mean that yuffie touches her arms lightly, so ishmael gets a big dose of her fear, hidden under bravado ]

[faultlieswith]

[ The feeling startles her a bit. It's awfully similar to how she's been feeling all day, but it's weirdly... external. ]

H-how...?

[ Maybe it's like the other weird shit she keeps seeing. Probably better to leave it alone. ]

Thanks. First aid is hard to do for yourself.

[mogger]

Huh?

[ yuffie doesn't seem to realize it transmitted yet, so she's just hard at work patching up ishy fishy ]

Yeah, I got lucky 'cause my cuts were all on my legs. Easy to access.

[faultlieswith]

[ Ishmael isn't going to bring it up, that'd be awkward and she doesn't have the bandwidth for that kind of feelings jam right now. ]

Must make walking painful, though. I don't know if there's any "lucky" to be had here after all that.

[mogger]

It's not that bad.

[ it is she's just putting on a brave face ]

We did find the key, so I think we're less worse off than most.

[faultlieswith]

[ She's doing a good job with the brave face! ]

That's good. Trust me, getting attacked by that thing is not an experience I would wish on most people.

[ Pause. ]

Our hosts are an exception.

[mogger]

Yeah, see how they like getting attacked and seeing creepy dolls everywhere! [ huffs ] They'll wish they'd been in those rooms, when I'm done with them!

Tsih tsih, ha!

[ she's finished bandaging so she will just punch the air for some reason. take that, air! ]

[faultlieswith]

[ Gotta burn that nervous energy somehow! Ishmael would join in, but 1. her arms hurt, and 2. she's not that kind of person. But the sentiment is there. ]

That's the spirit. Show those bastards what for.

[mogger]

I'll get some good hits in for ya.

[ she will beat up ghosts in your honor, ishmael ]