[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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[gamboler]

[ Glancing down at his arm that's bandaged with tied up tracksuit cloth...and then back up again. ]

Of course. What gave you the impression otherwise?

[ ... ]

Maybe...don't answer that, actually.

[mogger]

You said it, not me.

[ he looks like crap. but at least she doesn't rub it in. she doesn't look amazing, either, with her legs bloody and bandaged ]

What happened in your room anyway?

[gamboler]

I'll tell you if you tell me what happened in yours. Do we have a deal?

[ Listen, he gets the impression that information may become very valuable here, and he doesn't trust anyone yet. ]

[mogger]

Uh. Sure. You wanna shake on it or something?

[ but aventurine she's just a lil teenage girl.... what could she do!!! ]

[ jk she's a gremlin ]

[gamboler]

[ For all he knows she's an eldritch abomination too!!! ]

We don't need anything quite so formal, but...

[ Okay, whatever, shake his hand. ]

[mogger]

[ maybe she is. ]

[ they shake hands, and he'll get a big dose of her feelings -- which is fear, hidden under a lot of bravado ]

Alright! Now you first.

[ yuffie... ]

[gamboler]

[ The surge of emotion is uncomfortable — because it feels a lot like his own, but in a different sort of handwriting. What on earth was that about...?

Well. Anyway. ]

Haha, fair enough. There were six of us trapped in a classroom. All wearing yellow, with charms to match. We found a yearbook with our information in it, as well as a journal for someone named "Kai-un". A rather unlucky bastard, if their account is to be believed. Oh, and then there was the writing on the board, of course: "don't give them your name".

A voice then made an offer to us. Freedom, in exchange for those very names we were told to protect.

[mogger]

[ it's probably nothing..... ]

That's almost the exact same thing that happened to us, except the journal said "Shiawase". You think those might be people who died here or something?

[ morbid.... ]

Didja give your names?

[gamboler]

[ "Kai-un" and "Shiawase"...neither names he's ever heard before, but ones that must hold a great deal of meaning. He'll have to ask around. ]

Of course not. Never make a deal with a devil you can't even see.

[mogger]

Not half bad, Captain Fancy.

[ ... just calls him that because she doesn't know what to call him and she's rude ]

Neither did we. So we had to do some bullshit--- find keys before something got us.

[gamboler]

[ Captain Fancy.......he'll let it slide because it's funny. ]

As did we. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful — that's when we woke up here, as though it were all just a bad dream.

[ Glossing over all the abject unpleasantness. ]

[mogger]

[ don't be letting her slide already, adventure time ]

Yikes, man.

[ in the tone of 'that's rough, buddy' ] I don't know about that, considering the shape you're in.

[gamboler]

[ Too late, he has a soft spot for plucky youngsters... ]

Oh, this? Not as bad as it looks, really. Though I confess, more than you'd usually sustain in a dream. Or even a nightmare.

[ Bro is truly SO PALE and still he's gonna downplay it. ]

[mogger]

[ very unfortunate for him ]

You look like you could be a ghost.

But if you wanna act tough, that's your business! But don't say the benevolent White Rose never offered to help ya. Because I am.

[ though it's nebulous what help she can provide... ]

[gamboler]

[ It's not so much acting tough as owing favors on unfamiliar footing is...hm....

...but he is curious. ]

Maybe we can negotiate further. What sort of help are you offering?

[mogger]

I could bandage you up, for starters. If you're bleeding anywhere. And escort you out of.... wherever the hell we are right now. Kick the ass of any monster that comes sniffing around.

[ let's be real she's gonna lead him to her own dorm and he can nap on the couch ]

[gamboler]

[ He doesn't need to be escorted by a 12 year old!!! ]

Do you have actual bandages? That might be enough to convince me. Track jacket cloth isn't exactly ideal for dressing wounds, hm?

[mogger]

[ yes he does, he's powerless ]

Psh, you think anyone here has actual medical supplies? Nope. We gotta use what we have for now. Be practical.

[gamboler]

[ you know what....fair ]

Then I believe I've already done that. Unless you think you can do better than this.

[ Said with enough self-awareness as he nods to his hastily tied-up arm. It definitely leaves a lot of room for improvement. ]

[mogger]

Ummm, yeah, I can definitely do better than that. Not that I have to prove myself to you, Captain Fancy.

[ why is he captain fancy!!! ]

[gamboler]

[ It's the hair, isn't it... ]

Sure you don't. That's just what someone who couldn't do better would say, you know~.

[mogger]

[ it is ]

[ hands on hips ]

Do you want my help or not, buddy?

[gamboler]

That depends on what you want in return.

[mogger]

Nothing. I was offering out of the goodness of my heart. ♪ I bet you don't even have anything to give me.

[gamboler]

[ ...He is quickly coming to the conclusion that she is not a person he would like to owe a favor to. ]

Haha, you're right, I don't! Ah, well. It was worth a shot.