[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

[presgarddihellis]

[so many people with no sense of self-preservation here!]

Haa... ha. Yes, that was quite a lot.

[SO MANY PERSONAL TRIGGERS ALL AT ONCE.

but he's scrubbing his hand at his face like he's making sure his face is back on--it is. no more squirmy things, anyway.]

[ordimame]

[only withdraws once the squirminess has stopped, hand falling back to his side]

. . . pulled yourself together again?

[presgarddihellis]

Yes.

[not even fighting the curse on that one. quite literally, even. sighs heavily and shakily.]

I was honestly expecting to die.

[ordimame]

[I was too remains unsaid. simply because he had promised one kid in his room that they wouldn't]

Well, you didn't.

. . . and here we are.

[presgarddihellis]

Here we are.

[said so dryly, but looking to him.

more seriously:]

... in the future, if I'm in an even worse state, please don't approach so carelessly? I'd rather not kill someone if I were to lose control...

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . okay]

Why is that even a possibility???

[presgarddihellis]

[... somehow he doesn't slip up and just say "Bruh..." aloud.]

It's a hazard of choosing to drink the potions of the Beyonder Pathways.

[anyway, he's gonna. get to his feet. still VERY shaky. damn. the PTSDs were that bad...]

[ordimame]

[also doesn't slip up and just say BRUH aloud]

Dude. . .

I don't know what those words mean when put together in that order.

[and he would LIKE to ask but he is a little!! stressed out right now!!]

[presgarddihellis]

[he is also still extremely stressed and that's probably why his victorian-esque gentleman facade cracks just a bit]

I drank magic potions to get power. The drawbacks are constantly having to guard against the possibility of going insane and losing control.

It's not a difficult concept to grasp.

1/2

[ordimame]

[PUFFS UP A BIT]

It's not when you put it like that! But not everyone here knows what a "Beyonder" is, or what "Beyonder Pathways" mean.

[A LITTLE HUFFY]

[ordimame]

[it smooths out quickly]

. . . but I'll be more cautious next time.

[he hopes there isn't a next time]

[presgarddihellis]

I don't plan for there to be a next time.

[but. he didn't plan for the events they'd just gone through, either.]

[ordimame]

[. . . hah. . .]

Glad you're okay despite. . . whatever that was.

[he won't ask about it. he isn't sure he wants to know]

. . . no key?

[presgarddihellis]

... no. We tried for all five of us trying for five locations after the first two failed attempts, but...

[didn't work.





actually, neck wounds are annoying.

gonna swipe that cut down to his arm where it's easier to take care of. literally just moving his hand from his neck down to his right wrist where there's already a cut and now there are two cuts there and none on his neck.]

[ordimame]

[watching those movements with a frown, brows knitted together as he observes the gut LITERALLY photoshop his neck wound out of existence and onto his wrist]

[. . .]

[dips his hand into his pockets to pull out a few scraps of cloth]

Teacher's podium. Or so I heard.

. . . give me your wrist.

[and also-- what the hell did you just do? but he's too tired to be incredulous about things that don't make sense to him right now]

[presgarddihellis]

I thought that was too obvious...

[muttered because can't stop himself from saying it, stupid curse.

but also good on not saying anything because he would lampoon so hard. he just mentioned magic potions, my guy. as it is, he just looks a little wary (too tired to be paranoid) before offering over his wrist.]

... we refused to give our names, but did come up with aliases to go by in the meantime.

[ordimame]

[l. lol. poor guy]

Yeah, so did we. Though I don't think most of us plan on sticking to those aliases in the long term.

. . . did you wind up giving the thing your aliases instead?

[presgarddihellis]

No. I didn't want to risk any chance of it latching onto anything that might represent me.

[ordimame]

[yeah. . .]

It could tell the aliases weren't our real names. Kind of think we may have pissed it off even more by trying to be a bunch of smart alecks.

[taps the gold star sticker on his track suit]

[presgarddihellis]

[Not very genre-savvy, huh. he doesn't say somehow.]

I don't think I'd even risk using names from before here even outside of that room.

[ordimame]

[not in the SLIGHTEST]

. . . yeah. I don't think we should, either.

[a small huff]

Not that we know what would happen if we did.

[presgarddihellis]

We'd find out, eventually.

[looking at the bandaging.]

... Miskatonic Smith.

[ordimame]

[yes he is finished tying the bandages around his wrist. patting them once they are securely in place!!]

. . . "Miskatonic" is a new one. Where'd that come from?

[presgarddihellis]

[he's got a singular cut on his opposite wrist, but it's fine.

mostly, Definitely not genre-savvy...]

It's the name of a certain institution in a fictional setting. One that focuses on the strange and unusual--items, histories, and the like.

[ordimame]

[time to snatch up that hand so he can wrap up that wrist, too!!]

[also despite the question, he is pretty well-read. an academic at heart! so after a moment of silence, it clicks]

. . . ah.

Lovecraft?

[not really his preferred genre, though. he's a non-fiction guy]