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[principals]

Who: All y'all
When: Day 1 – Morning
Where: Everywhere
What: School is in

[Somewhere, a bell begins to ring. You may know the type—obnoxious and loud, signalling the start of a brand new day of lectures and learning. Rise and shine, lovelies; wakey wakey eggs and bakey! And with that, just as the toll falls silent, you hear the sound you may have been waiting for: the click of a lock.

You're free to explore.]

Comments

[limn]

[ someone in art pink has made themselves comfortable in the library, idly turning the pages of a text book while several others remain stacked up in a pile beside him.

he doesn't seem at all bothered by the blood stains. ]

[tsuns]

[ someone refuses to stop nursing his bag of jerky he's hoarded for the day, walking around. seems like a nice place to sit down, the library.

so he sits across from him in his science green uniform, reaching into his jerky bag with a loud crinkle. couldn't you sit somewhere else... ]

[limn]

[ that's fucking rude, man. but ceize doesn't seem bothered? he just flips to another page and starts reading the text on it. what an interesting math book. ]

[tsuns]

[ he's just boredly chewing jerky. rude is his middle name, though. but he's curious about somethin'. ]

Say...what does that kinda uniform colour mean?

[limn]

. . my team's called "Art".

[ that's what he meant, right? ]

[tsuns]

Oh. Huh. You know a lot about art, then?

[ since he's team science and then science inclined, this is what he assumes this means ]

[limn]

I don't. I'm sorry.

[ is that how teams are supposed to work. was he put on the wrong team. ]

[tsuns]

Really? Aren't you worried about that?

[ he is very simple in his limited understanding about this ]

[limn]

--should I be?

[ you're going to make him actually worry about this. ]

[tsuns]

Yeah, if you're on the art team, right?

[ it seems natural to him to think this way. ]

[limn]

I don't think I know much about any of the team names though. .

[ did he even end up in the right mini-universe. ]

[anoblecaws]

[Even if he doesn't care about the blood, someone else does.]

[There's a loud, excited (!) gasp from the entrance.]

What happened here?!

[limn]

[ oh. turns his head away from the text book he's reading to look over to henry. ]

I. . I don't know?

[anoblecaws]

...Aww, it's old.

[Henry's standing over by a stain now, rubbing his finger along the path of blood.]

Mmm. So pretty.

Dried blood is such a nice colour, you know?

[limn]

[ that's not weird at all. sslowly putting the book down, so he can watch henry instead. ]

I'm not that fond of it. .

[anoblecaws]

Heeheehee.

[He's now scratching at the bloodstain.]

Whoa, it's flaking off! This is really old!

[Ladies and gentlemen: Henry.]

[limn]

It might be infected with something. .

[ but okay dear sir you do that. ]

[anoblecaws]

I'll be fine. I have a great immune system, you know.

[limn]

If you say so?

[ okay okay--standing up so he can come and.

watch henry closer, just to make sure. ]

[anoblecaws]

[Nope, he-- he looks fine. Just scratching at blood and giggling.]

Man, imagine if this was fresh, huh? That would be cool... this whole place soaked in fresh blood...

[henry]

[limn]

[ henry please. ]

I don't. . think that would be good.

[anoblecaws]

Aw, why not? Think of the patterns! It would be so warm and nice... eeheehee...

[HENRY. HENRY NO.]

[limn]

If there was fresh blood, it would mean someone was bleeding, right?

[ HENRY STOP. ]

[anoblecaws]

[NEVER]

Well, duh. Where else does blood come from, the sky?

[limn]

[ tbh it wouldn't be the first time he's seen it rain blood. ]

But it wouldn't be good if someone got hurt?