[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

[gamboler]

[ Yeah! He's made so many new friends today. :) ]

I'd go so far as to say there's more than just those two options.

[slicings]

[ no ty :/// ]

Your point?

[gamboler]

[ Has he ever heard of "making conversation"... ]

Ah, I suppose I'm just curious how you're holding it together so well! Already well versed in the horrors, perhaps?

[slicings]

[ he can't be ASSED ]

I've dealt with worse.

[gamboler]

[ A simpering smile. ]

Haven't we all.

[slicings]

[ probably not, buddy?? we're just two fucked up guys. ]

Which is why you are taking it well, also.

[gamboler]

[ Just a bunch of assholes standing around... ]

Haha, let's just say I'm used to keeping my cool under stress.

[slicings]

That makes two of us, then.

[ and neither of them want to talk about it. ]

Did your group make it through?

[gamboler]

[ A beat. ]

We didn't find the key, if that's what you're asking. Did yours?

[slicings]

We did, barely in time.

[gamboler]

[ With a mirthless chuckle: ]

Hah, well. Lucky you.

[slicings]

I suppose. [ get good, gambler. ] What happened?

[gamboler]

I'll tell you if you tell me how you found that lucky key of yours.

[slicings]

In our room, it was beneath the podium.

[gamboler]

Ah, drat, we didn't have time to look there...why the podium?

[slicings]

We checked several places, the key simply happened to be there.

[gamboler]

So you're saying it was sheer dumb luck.

[ Of course. ]

[slicings]

In part, I suppose, yes.

[ welcome to your shit luck life, aventurine. ]

[gamboler]

[ Thanks! He hates it here. ]

Well, should we find ourselves in another such situation, let's hope you don't find yourself relying on something so volatile as luck again.

[ says man who has relied on luck his whole life ]

[slicings]

[ :/ ]

And what else should we have relied on, with a monster breaking through the windows at light speed?

[ die mad abt not finding the key.. ]

[gamboler]

[ No thanks!! He didn't make it to hell school just to die here. ]

Logic and reason perhaps? But, ah, I suppose in the end that didn't do much for my team. Just bear it in mind...if there's a next time.

[slicings]

Right. With seconds to spare while a raging beast was breaking through the windows. Time and place.

[ there are moments to reason your way out of things, and moments when you simply need to act. with brief seconds to react, they weren't about to sit down and have a group meeting about it!! ]

What happened?

[gamboler]

[ Right. Time and place, yet who can even say that any of that was real?

Dryly: ]

I couldn't tell you all the details, as soon after the bell tolled, I was wound up in those threads and lost consciousness. When I woke up, myself and my entire team was here.

[ Glossing over some details but it's fine. ]

[slicings]

[ whether or not it was real, these cuts left behind certainly are. ]

Mm. All right. [ he doesn't need the gritty details, he get it. ] That would have been out fate, moments later.

[ a shame he didn't die :( ]