[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

[moonfeather]

[No stickers, no fun, no life.

Well, Fio's mostly glad that she's alive even after utter failure, but she'll stare glumly at the older man's wonderful reward regardless.]

I can't even tell if that's something to be proud of or not.

[ratiocinations]

[This is an awful prize, okay.

Non-committal noise, clearly unimpressed with it himself.]

It isn’t. To believe you might outsmart someone or something and fail? To be rewarded with injury alone…?

[Eyes sweeping over her, even as he moves to the bleachers. Feathers, is it?]

[moonfeather]

[She had been rubbing the side of her head, specifically her ears where there's some dried blood; some fluffy feathery down is stuck to her palms where there's wires cut the surface.]

I don't think anyone's got out of this unscathed even if some groups found their key.

[ratiocinations]

[The sharpness of those wires remains uncontested. It’s the rest he finds interesting: the state of some of those feathers.

But also. He’s still going to go sit down.]

If this group is all of us… [A quick count of the colors of the uniforms.] Then it would seem so. But those who found their keys were spared the worst of it, though it appears I hardly need to tell you that.

[moonfeather]

[You know what, she'll just sit too. Tired af.]

How many of us are there? Not a whole lot, but the number isn't insignificant.

[and since they're here on the floor]

Did you get a charm too? Something called an "omamori?"

[Here, she'll take out her purple coded one for him to look.]

[ratiocinations]

[He will not stop her from having a seat. It gives him a closer look of her features, which, countdown to questioning them. Once the conversation allows for it.]

Seven team colors. Forty-two, I'd estimate, then.

[Though maybe he will do an official headcount later...

Glances at her charm, then leans back to unearth his own from his pocket. It is pink.]

This. A teammate of mine said it could possess protective qualities, though I'm loathe to call it very protective of anything at the moment. [they still got wrecked]