[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

[darkholder]

Oh. No, I'll handle it soon. Appreciated, however.

[out of the gym we go.........]

[ordimame]

[hmmmm. . . continues to trail after her like a little duckling, though his nose wrinkles when they step out into the dilapidated hallway]

. . . about as spooky as I expected.

[darkholder]

Matches what we've seen so far, at least...

[said with a small frown]

No wires or dolls, though, so that's an improvement.

[ordimame]

[. . .]

None. . .?

[he says as he shiftily glances to the side]

[darkholder]

Yes, that's what—

[looks off into the distance

pauses]

Ah.

[ordimame]

So you do see it.

[inching in the opposite direction of the doll he sees dangling from the ceiling]

. . . maybe we should go the other way.

[darkholder]

[looks between her hallucination and him for a moment]

It seems easy enough to avoid. The trouble only started after someone touched it, back in that room.

[ordimame]

[wryly]

Forgive me if I'm not eager to get within touching distance, even if I don't plan on actually doing that.

[darkholder]

Alright. Good luck, then.

[just keeps walking in the same direction she was a second ago i'm sorry edamura]

1/2

[ordimame]

[. . .]

[ordimame]

[AGGRAVATED SIGH AS HE MARCHES AFTER HER. . . still giving the spooky doll hallucination a wide berth, though]

[darkholder]

Oh, you came after all.

[she's very good at sounding neutral but there's maybe 1% amusement there in her tone

the worst!!]

[ordimame]

[mildly]

Don't sound so pleased with yourself.

[his gaze only flickers to the side briefly as they pass the doll, which thankfully does not leap out at them]

[darkholder]

I was merely surprised.

[scoots past the doll and keeps moving down the hallway]

[ordimame]

[and they pass the doll with little incident! lets out a relieved sigh]

I'm sort of committed to this now. It feels wrong to ditch you halfway through our. . . trip.

[is it a "trip" he doesn't even know where they're going]

[darkholder]

[as they keep going:]

Why's that?

[ordimame]

[what a strange question to ask]

I don't know? It just does??

[darkholder]

...Well, alright.

[after a moment:]

What should I call you?

[ordimame]

[let's say this is after his conversation with Mister Smith SO--]

. . . Puck, I guess! It's the best suggestion I've gotten so far.

[darkholder]

From the sports term, or something else?

[ordimame]

[haha]

Cappuccino. It's the "pu" part.

[and Shakespeare he GUESSES]

[darkholder]

What is a cappuccino?

[ordimame]

[. . . well. he supposes it isn't that weird when someone in his classroom hadn't known about Japan. . .]

A type of coffee drink, made with steamed milk, espresso, and a layer of foam on top.

It's not my favorite, but if made right it can be pretty good.

[darkholder]

Sounds interesting.

[glances at something else out of the corner of her eye as they keep going]

[ordimame]

[decidedly not looking as they press forward, passing classroom after classroom, stepping over debris and rotten floorboards as they go]

. . . this place is barely holding itself together, isn't it?