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Quick Before Akemi Moves In || Namiko || Ch 2 Closed Thread, Yuuki
A room filled with printing material, media resources, and editorial machinations. It was surely a useful room for their time here, and one that would very likely be difficult to properly check out further down the line. That very reason being, eventually Akemi would probably move in and start regulating the items within the room. She didn't have the power to do this but Namiko had a pretty good feeling that is exactly what would happen. So she was here now before things got out of hand.
Yet, there was one odd thing about this room. Why was there a wet floor sign in the middle of the room? The floor wasn't even wet. Why? It was a mystery which plagued at her mind as she investigated other parts of the talent room. No matter where she went within the space, it mocked her, demanding her attention. She needed to do something to distract herself. So, why not use the equipment here.
That was how the sound of the printing machine came to fill the room for a short period, and papers began to stack at the end of the machine for distribution. What had she gone to the trouble of making during her time here? It was just a few papers that exclaimed "Raya is a bad liar and an edgy teenage requester of sororicide." with nice inked etching on the edges of the paper. This wasn't petty. Don't you dare think this is petty.
a disaster in the baking | arisa | ch2 | motive | closed @ jito
She felt the little prick from that stupid bracelet, and, with Monokumi’s explanation, she knew what was going down. She and her Bro had shared a look, exchanged nods, and a plan was made. If they had to be sick and miserable, then they would be sick and miserable together. So, Arisa booked it to the kitchen, determined to get as much done as she possibly could while she was still somewhat okay.
It lasted a good while or so–enough time for her to make smoothies and shove them into emptied out water bottles and take as many of said still filled water bottles back to her room in her Valentino white bag–before she started to run out of steam.
Unfortunately, she was running out of steam while she was trying to mix together the batter for cupcakes. She just kind of….slumped over the counter and let out a whine, completely ignorant of the other person in the room.
“Nnnnghhhhh, fuck me…Being sick sucks. Fuck Monokumi…I’d kick the shit outta her if I didn’t know how fucking poorly it would end…C'mon, Arisa, keep it up, just a little longer…How long do these fuckers bake for? Thirty minutes? Fuck, that’s too long….”
CH2 : LIGHT! : ryuunosuke_❗mayura
Remember to light up your heart!
He’d never thought of picking up souvenirs -- from here at least. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he believed their situation would resolve itself within a few hours, but now it was becoming clearer and clearer to him that... ...he never checked out the gift shop!!
“Er... let’s see how do you...-”
With the power of technology, Ryuunosuke finds himself in possession of a nice array of items one of which he sticks in his pocket right away and the other of which he...
A newspaper clipping ...--
A particular word jumps out at him right away, but he has no time to dwell on it before he realizes he has company in the form of --
“MAYURAKAZUEMIKO-SAN! HELLO!”
Nearly crumpling the paper as he stuffs it into his pocket (it’s really hard to do if your other hand is focused on putting on the fresh set of sunglasses you happened to get as well), he swaps it out for another one of the items that gacha had so graciously gifted him -- a piece of lemon candy which he offers the other.
“You here to try your luck, too?”
Begin A New Search | Hikaru | Chapter 2 Start | Closed @ Naruki
Hikaru slowly pushes open the door to one of the classrooms, Classroom A to be precise. He isn’t really sure what to expect, but honestly some time of quiet and perhaps a good book is just what he needs to quell the feelings in his stomach.
The brilliant and bright flash of light that engulfed Akash...no, Chitose, in their entirety. That light is etched into Hikaru’s brain, searing into his eyelids so whenever he closes them, it is all he can see. Watching Kyoji jump was enough, finding Goro with a cracked skull was horrific, and now Chitose was as good as the scrap metal they worked with.
“Fuck this…”
Eloquently selected words, no doubt. Hikaru didn’t lie, this is far from the first time he has seen someone dead...but that doesn’t mean it’s any more pleasant. Watching someone get executed was new too, no doubt about that. He brings his pipe out, clutching it in one of his hands as if to make himself feel safe.
…
Alright. He opens his eyes and moves further into the classroom, deciding to carry out some investigation. Perhaps if he’s lucky he can find something to help him and the others get out of this mess.

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forte * jun * chapter two * attn: yuuki
"...Well, that doesn't seem great."
What didn't seem great, exactly? His situation, continuously ticking down to imminent death for all of them? The fact that not even a full day ago he'd all but watched a classmate of his get run over by a train after feeling pushed to poison another one of their peers? Not that he'd even talked to either of them, but both did seem like the kind of image that should stick with a person.
But actually, here Jun was: poking around the talent lab set up like a recording studio, which had seemed a pretty promising place to hang out until he'd stumbled across the bags of blood he was hoping were fake.
He should've been tipped off with the legitimately horrifying props on the walls, honestly.
Still, Jun wasn't planning to let the small discovery of blood put him off checking out what seemed to be one of the more promising rooms in this entire stupid establishment, and he straightened up from where he'd been rifling through one of the boxes of props and such available to him- which led to the rather unfortunate moment of him spinning around to come face to face with a newcomer in the doorway, rather obviously holding bags of blood.
...
"...Yeah, this isn't what it looks like."
My Dearest Computer Boy | HOSHI | Ch2 | ATTN: Reo
Hm. Well, that was certainly something. It was odd, wasn't it? To just. Have someone die like that. It really made one think about how soft and squishy and easily breakable human beings were. New rooms being unlocked was interesting as well. It felt almost like... a prize? An odd thing to reward, she thought. Killing.
But, HOSHI was a naturally inquisitive thing. Always eager to learn more about the world, and the people around her. Likely, the other classmates would be exploring the new areas too. Maybe she'd see how the rest of them were handling the current events. At the very least, it would grant her an audience.
She poked her head into the lab first and, while she could spend time playing with the skeleton and seeing whether or not it was composed of real bone, there was something much more interesting: a human person.
"Hello, Reo Kaiketsu. Isn't this new place fun? It's very kind of them to let us explore new places."
Kind... was the overstatement of the century.
Unstable Solution | Jin | Chapter 2 | Hikaru
So, more school stuff, huh? That wasn’t surprising, all things considered. The nurse’s office and lab opened up some… interesting possibilities for future murders, he supposed. No surprise that this place was so well-equipped, either. They really were pulling out all the stops. Hah, how nice of them to provide even more potential murder tools to the group. Really, it was the sort of generosity only given by someone who wanted to watch a group of people really go at it. Jin wasn’t ignorant of the fact that he wasn’t particularly well-liked and made no effort to be. Someone might well try to turn some of this against him, and that simply would not do.
It was for that reason that when the sound of the door opening was heard, he immediately stopped what he was doing and made sure whoever it was knew damn well that he could see them. He wasn’t scared, per se, more so trying to ensure that he had at least some degree of control within the situation. And… ah, of course, just the person he wanted to see. Hikaru Kakimasu.
“Ah. It’s you.”
It was clear that he was trying to sound disdainful, like he didn’t even care, but it was hard to mask the fact that he was super not over getting slapped. (Seriously, who did that guy think he was--)
“What do you want in here, Kakimasu.”
It’s still a question, but one asked so flatly that it didn’t warrant a question mark that would suggest rising intonation.