Speaking of, where has Tokiyo gotten to? He hasn’t seen her all day- which, is understandable, considering this department store is a big fucking place. But seriously, he knows there’s some idiot out there that thinks their secret is more important than someone else’s life, and knowing his current string of luck, he may as well be their target.

In fact, he feels as if something’s… amiss. He just has that vibe. His vibes are usually wrong since he’s not a psychic or anything, but he feels this one pretty hard. Like someone’s following him. Watching him. Waiting. He whips around quickly, catching a flicker of Tokiyo’s clothes in his eye, and he smiles quickly, but it fades just as fast. This is not Tokiyo. That voice is not deep enough. And, well, as if that weren’t a dead giveaway, she’s certainly lacking in the height department.

"That'th unnethethary, wow. Don't act like you don't recognithe me after all that motivation thtuff latht week. Not cool."

Having your reputation erased from mankind's memory isn't exactly good for your ego, you  know?? Without the privileges of worldwide fame, a proper celebrity could never hope for all the perks of being rock stars. You know, like strangers dressing up as you and stealing your clothes.

“Good! 'Cause that's just icky! Naked girls are just icky!” This girl had better understand that, because what she said was just weird! “Well it wasn't funny, so it's not a good joke! No I’m not, you’re talking about naked girls!” Nudity is weird, weird girl!

He glared up at Yo as she pet him. He wasn’t a small child, or a dog, or anything else that gets its head patted! Yet, he didn’t complain.

"I wouldn’t steal things! That’s wrong!" What kind of person did she think he was? "I know that! What I’d do is, I’d paint myself to be normal again," he said matter-of-fact-Ly. "Wait, no, first I’d move things around and pretend to be a ghost. But then I’d paint myself normal. No stealing!"

"Icky, huh? I guess that's a... word for it, if you want it to be.  My bad, okay!! We can stop talking about it if you want, ahahaha. Don't worry, okay, you're the only half-dressed person around right now." 

He was totally a small child, or a dog. Or both. She wasn't sure what he was, actually, but it surely begged head-patting. What else was she going to do, flick his nose? Poke his forehead? Those were also pretty good options. 

Keiki looked down at his hands and imagined what it would be like to be able to see right through them. It would definitely be unnerving. And would that include clothes too, or would everyone just see a floating shirt and a pair of pants? Wait no, he wasn’t wearing any pants. In fact he abandoned them long ago.   …The thought still stands.

Wait, it goes further? He’d be forgotten? He and his talent would be— oh, then, joke’s on the snake. Keiki almost smirked. Silly snake, he used an alias. He wasn’t known for his talent anyways! The person behind Silver Quest would be forgotten? Well then everyone would forget about Kotoku Genpaku, not Chiba Keiki! Chiba Keiki would still be remembered, so this had no effect! And the name Kotoku Genpaku was borrowed from a scruffy old cat that was half-blind and peed on everything anyways, so it was probably better that he be forgotten.

Just as Keiki was starting to regret his choice of pseudonym, someone started talking! Was she talking to him…?

OH NO THAT BETTER NOT BE DIRECTED AT HIM!

"Woah, chill, pantsless wonder!!! I'm not going to make you look at any naked chicks or anything, hahaha, it was a joke dude. You okay there?"

 She reached out exaggeratedly to pat the poor dude on the head. 

That was… 

Uh…

How would Tamashi put it? It wasn’t necessarily troubling but it was more… worrying? Mostly due to the fact that he had none of his memories that Monogoose was so sure that they would have. By the looks of everyone else, Tamashi could say that everyone was in the same boat as he was. But why? Why was it all like this? Who knew.

On the other hand, Look at this castle. It’s amazing, really. Tamashi has never been to a castle but always wanted to go to one. Sadly, These aren’t ideal circumstances. But atleast Monogoose proved not to be a threat… For now, atleast. 

When Monogoose left, Tamashi made his way to the stairs, up to the second floor. On the second floor, The boy game across a group of rooms, Each one labeled a different name. Guess this was where they were gonna be staying? Tamashi located his own and pushed the door open. 

Wow.

It was all too much for Tamashi to take in. It was… It was amazing. Everything. The ghost whisperer walked over to his desk and pocketed the pen and paper. Never know when these would come in handy. He also pocketed a couple candies. Hell yeah. Next he made his way over to the bookcase and looked over it. Well, Atleast he won’t be bored. Tamashi pulled one out a skimmed through it before nodding, Deciding that it would work.

Now, all she had to do to wrap up this adventure as a true win for the team was make it back to her r--  

"Ouch!!! Hey, what the heck-"

 Ooooooooh NOOOOOOO!!!! THIS GUY. This was him, this was the guy. The guy who thought she was Junko. The guy who was cute and really liked Junko. The poison for Kuzco. THAT guy.  Freezing in place as he falls over, Yo just sort of....

".....Eeeyyyy, Muzai-kun. Uh. Sup."

"Oh, I seeee… so it’s a prank."

He nods and crosses his arms, looking off to the side, and then back at Yo.

"Well, this is some prank! I gotta hand it to those upperclassmen! They’ve really out done ‘emselves with this..!"

"Yep, yep, yeeepppp sir. You got it. Not sure how long it's going to last... but I hope that we get to go on the other rides eventually! The carousel is nice and all, but boooorring after the fourth time around."

With a big fake yawn, she shrugs and snickers some behind her hand. 

…

But she didn’t feel any different.

"Ghe… You… Y-You failed…!! Pyuohoho! I’m stronger than I thought. Gyeehekuehohaha!! You thought you got me, didn’t you? Well, you didn’t!! How does that feel? Leave the evil doings to me if you know what’s good for ya.”

She spun around, back facing the… impostor. Yeah. Yuurei messed around with the map and stumbled across the dorms. Huh… Junko’s name wasn’t here… Whoa! These were all of her supposed-to-be classmates! What a discovery. Yuurei threw it back into her sleeve and returned to face the other, snickering slightly.

"Kyuh, I doubt you’re actually Enoshima-teme. I did research before goin’ to Hope’s Peak. Ehh, looking at where I’m at though, it’s more like Nope’s Peak, kheheh! Can’t fool me."

Alright, time to actually introduce herself. She’s been expecting this sooner or later but it didn’t look like this girl wasn’t exactly interested, looking back at the way she reacted to being called a skeleton. Yuurei would be pretty gosh darn happy if somebody called her that. Sort of. Maybe. Not really. No.

"I doubt you know who I am. Hardly anybody does. They call me Yuurei, after the ghost. How spooky is that? Not very. I’m the occultist that nobody talks about but I don’t give a shit since I’ve got better things to do. See ya ‘round, Gashadokuro-teme—”

She turned around, only to collide face-first into the pole again.

"Kuoh—!! … By the way, I’m not cute!! Good riddaaaance!"

"This whole experience… it has gotten me into a bit of a bind, it seems. I need to concentrate more, and my room.. I do have the key, though it’s atmosphere is… too strong, for me."

Now that what she was doing there was… explained, Zara had stretched her arms out a little bit in front of her. This event wasn’t being as stressful towards her as much as it was to the other kids. Was it because there truly was nothing to fear, or was it because of everyone else’s personalities?

Zara looked a bit worn out. It had seemed that her sleeping habits of this day had finally caught up with her. That’s what they get for sleeping though the middle of the day. Her eyes just sagged a bit, showing obvious signs of tiredness. She almost zoned out for a second when this Shiro person introduced herself.

"My name is Zara. I’m a spell caster of sorts. It is nice to meet you, Shiro." 

"Ooooooooh- Uu- Are you...uh. Are- you really magical??"  She spoke like she was kind of embarrassed of having to hold herself back, primarily because she was definitely holding herself back. A real life magical person!!! She had so many things to ask. She turned all around to see Zara, before stepping over closer to her and staring down at the sitting wizard.

"Like- what, are you like a witch, or like a Magical Girl, or- or what?? Do you have a fancy staff, or something?! Or- or some of those hair buns that turn into a magical impliment?! Can you change outfits with a bunch of glitter and spinning motions?!?"

Well, not exactly her room. Outside of it, sitting against the wall. What she was doing, it was anyone’s guess. She wasn’t quite showing any emotions, not a single tear had escaped her eye since the introduction to that pink creature. Not once since this entire time here, to be more exact. 

She had here eyes closed in deep concentration. Whatever it was, it got interrupted when her neighbor on the right of her dorm opened the door. Zara got up quickly, in response to what the person had to say. Well, way to go Zara. Weird out everyone that you meet by performing god-knows-what by the door of your room. She got up, brushed the hair from her slightly surprised face, and began to converse with the new person.

"Ah… forgive me. I was.." She really couldn’t come up with an explanation. Whether or not she would actually finish it was up to if this person questioned her further. This person had a plaque of some sorts, but Zara wouldn’t have known if it belonged to the door or not. She hadn’t gotten a good look at what the outside of the door was when the stranger opened it.

"Uh, it's all good. Not like you're anywhere you're not supposed to be, or something."  With a small cough into her hand, she could already feel her voice strained today. Sure, she didnt sound like a frog yet, but she'd need to get some water later. 

Staring down at the person who happened to be her neighbor, it took her a little longer than necessary to connect the dots. This person... was...!! It was that magic enthusiast. Oh, man, of all the people to live next to her, someone so cool just happened to be her wall-sharer! Nice!

But...

"...You... were.. what. What are you doing out here on the floor? Did you lose your key already? Oh, Shiro, by the way. Shiro... Yo. You can call me Yo if you want, but Shiro's cool too."  

"Geh!? What a stupid question! Fitting for someone that gets so much attention in the media…! You’re Enoshima-teme! Geughh, the media is revolting sometimes…  Your face is plastered everywhere! Everywhere, I tell you!! Unless… You’re not actually Enoshima-teme… You’re actually…”

"A skeleton in disguise!! Kyuoohohouohihi!!"

It’s slightly unsettling to know that Yuurei was 100% serious. Skeletons are a very serious matter. They are the epitome of spooky… Apart from Yuurei herself. (In her own opinion, obviously.) The obsession with anything and everything scary might get a bit out of hand during a certain month though. Oops.

"Technology ‘n shit is moving fast, y’know? Who knows what you can do these da— Wait, no!!"

She didn’t expect Junko - or the imposter skeleton - to actually make a move. How… forward of her. This is all too weird. Although she was a fast thinker, the same can’t be said about Yuurei’s reflexes, which sort of caused her to tumble backwards… and hit the pole. The barrette managed to get into her hair but served absolutely no purpose.

"........."

....A skeleton. Okay, admittedly, that entire exchange caught her wholly off-guard. Did she really need to pause like that?? Actually, no, more importantly.... did she really think she was a skeleton? Yo can't believe this. Surely, she would KNOW if she were some kind of skeleton, inside or out. That's thorougly impossible, and not worth the scare tactics imposed by those beyond the fourth wall.

"Uh, no, you're wrong. I'm no skeleton, you fucking dumbass. I think I would know something like that."

All skeletoning aside, the actions following her kind attempt at helping a fellow lady with her hair issues are hardly appropriate. Beyond looking offended for a split second, Yo's face... sort of squishes up in an attempt not to laugh. What was that about??  Looking at the tiny clip doing absolutely nothing in Yuurei's hair, she can't help but just.

"Riiight, I see what yer sayin’, fine. It’s all good. I’ll just wait to see what happens later."

Well, he sort of comprehends it… or at least he’s gotta just pretend he does, right? That’s the nice thing to do!! The next statement confuses him a little bit too, though. But maybe he’ll just keep going along with it!

She laughs and leans forward against the kiosk to speak closer to her patron/classmate.  Despite the amused look in her eyes, she tries to keep up her best, terse model smile

.

"This is OBVIOUSLY part of some huge prank. Haven't you seen them online before? They take kids up to a roof, or bus a cow into the school, or... you know, crazy stuff!"

"Mono… Park… are we really at Hope’s Peak? Because this is…"

"I don't know where we are. All I know is what's in the booth. If I knew stuff that wasn't in the booth, I would need the booth in the first place, would I?"

That is literally the most illogical sentiment possible.  She doesn't seem to realize it though, or doesn't care, as she hums and grins to herself behind the table. There was nothing to be concerned over, anyway; this was hardly the worst prank to ever be pulled on a bunch of freshman.

"Why are you even so worried? What, waking up in an amusement park  filled with all of your god-like classmates isn't exciting enough for you? We should consider ourselves lucky we didn't end up locked on the roof, or stuck with a cow, or something!"

"Hell yeah, I’m going to HPA. I dunno if I’m all that excited though. School blows. I mean, that guaranteed success is pretty tempting but Toki-san and I already have that. But I got a vibe telling me to accept the invitation anyway. You don’t say no to vibes like that."

The vocalist staggers for a moment once he finds himself matching the idol’s stride. Falling behind is fine, he thinks. At least compared to that.

"You think I’d get on board with this without Toki-san, though? Hell no! And I know she wouldn’t do that to me either. We’re tight as hell. We go way back."

"Yeah, school is pretty boring, alright! I guess when you're already as famous as somone like you, or me, it's more of a formality than anything, huh? Vibes.... hm. I think I know what you mean."

She nodded with a polite level of interest before watching the rockstar waver, catching with the corner of her made-up eye. Oh man. Now was time for a good old fashion game of 'Start Walking In Time With Strangers To See What Happens'. You know the game. Casually, with all the air of someone who wasn't up to anything, she altered her steps some to line up with his again.