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[physical education 101]
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 ]
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.]
tbf i did sneak an app in
It's super duper haunted, for starters. I have no idea why we'd be kidnapped to a school, of all places.
[ a bit of a hesitation, but ]
I finished my trial. We were continuing on in the temple, then... just in the room. Super weird.
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But why did they have to be taken someplace haunted? Tifa could punch monsters all day long, but she hates this. ]
There are definitely a few people here who are too old to be in school, too. [ One of her teammates had even been bemoaning having to go back.
Any thoughts of that are chased away when Yuffie mentions the trial, though. Tifa's eyes widen and she grabs Yuffie's wrists. Not more emotion share— ] Wait, really? Was I there after you finished your trial?
[ And if so, why doesn't she remember that? ]
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A few? Try a lot. I saw a bunch of old people around.
[ emoshare is: less afraid, generally happy to see tifa, and.... now, confused! ]
Y-Yeah? I mean.... don't you remember that?
[ this is getting weirder and weirder ]
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But that aside, there's those flickers of emotion again. Tifa blinks down at where her hands are clasped over Yuffie's wrists. ]
I don't, no. [ It's only a slight discrepancy, but still strange. She's distracted now, though. ]
But also... something else is going on, I think. Every time I touch you...
[ She trails off and frowns. ]
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... Maybe that trial messed with you. I know mine kind of sucked.
[ it's not that far apart in timelines, so yuffie tries to explain it like that rather than different timelines or anything ]
What? What happens when you touch me?
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[ It was terrible. They don't need to talk about it, especially not right now. Maybe another time.
Besides, she's busy trying to figure out how to explain what keeps happening when they make physical contact. ]
It's like... I think I'm feeling what you're feeling? Just for a second, while we're touching.
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You--- what?!
[ feelings of alarm, confirming tifa's thoughts. and yuffie's, actually, since the journal had said--- ]
W-Well, don't do getting the wrong idea! I'm not scared or anything!
[ okei yuffie ]
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Huh... that's so weird. Did you come across anything like this with the other people in your group?
[ She's just going to slide right past the question of whether or not Yuffie's scared. Tifa certainly has lost her cool a number of times here already because this has been scary, but there's not much point in arguing about it with a teenager. ]
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No, but I should check with them. Maybe it's been happening to them too.
[ surprisingly serious yuffie. tifa is smart to slide past it, though tifa is probably the only person yuffie would ever admit being scared to ]
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There's so much that's strange about this place. What does feeling someone's emotions have to do with anything, anyway?
[ Still, it would be a good idea to try and compare notes and get some definitive answers on what's going on with each group. ]
There was some info in a notebook in our room. I'm guessing yours had one too?
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[ yuffie is down to compare notes, but naturally she has to complain first ]
... But yeah. Something about someone named "Shiawase".
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Hmm. For us, it was "Kenkou." Some of the people on my team were speculating it was written down by someone who was here before us, and who's still trying to help now, but I don't know...
[ Wouldn't that make them a ghost... ]
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I did wonder why there were only two journal entries. So either they escaped, or they're dead.
[ yuffie just bluntly states what tifa was thinking.... ]
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[ Thankfully? She's already thought about this. ]
The handwriting in the journal seemed to match what was on the chalkboard in our room, so I do think it might be...
[ She looks away. Yeah, they're dead. ]
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[ yuffie might not mince words, but she's not in any hurry to linger on depressing topics. she's mission-minded, despite it all. ]
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