#dangansummer

master-pyrotechnician

Erika needed someone she could confine in. She didn’t want to trouble Graham with this, but she also just wanted to check in with Maki, she hadn’t really seen or heard from them since their first meeting. And that was a shame because he was a very pleasant person to be around.

Sadly she had no clue where she should start looking for him. She just didn’t get out much past her normal routine areas and the wandering around aimlessly wasn’t really going to help anyone, especially not if she ended up zoning out well she did. So she looked the only places she thought she had a high chance of finding him, the sleeping quarters.

(This is a closed starter for Seiichi.)

Kenji had asked to speak to Seiichi after the trial, and would’ve gone to Fumika’s old room. Unfortunately, Erika had already taken it, leaving him without a place to meet the entomologist. He still wanted to talk to him though, so he waited in the hall, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall. 

Seiichi reminded him a lot of Hiyori. He thought about his sister for a few moments. Hopefully, she was safe back at home with Blythe. The two of them had him worried sick all week, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d cracked before Fumika did, just to ensure everyone’s safety. Looking at Seiichi, he did seem emotional, but also determined. He admired that. Hiyori’s determination was what had gotten her  into Hope’s Peak, wasn’t it?

After the unpleasantness of dealing with a corpse, Erika had decided her best course of action was a shower and then settling into a room. One could only go so long tucked away in a corner of the mess hall. She thought about where she would stay during the shower but in the end she had stopped thinking entirely. It was foggy when she exited the shower, which was normal steam would do that, but even foggier outside. That on the other hand was not normal.

Deciding it was just something she needed to accept, like much of the weirdness of the entire situation, she headed to the mess hall. She had a table and supplies to move. It wasn’t exactly hard for her to drag the table from the mess hall to the sleeping quarters. The hardest part had really been getting the table through the doors. Once it was inside she took a peak into each of the rooms. There were a lot of rooms that had more then one bed, and she didn’t want that. She needed a private area.

After exiting the strange trial room, Erika had hoped she would be able to just find the table she had been using and get back to work on comic pages. After all that’s what she had done before someone had been murdered and evidently during the investigation. It was strange she didn’t remember even hearing an announcement for the dead body. Had she passed out at that time? She couldn’t remember everything was too fuzzy.

The speakers cracked to life and she was pulled out of her thoughts. A special mission, what was the- OH. OOOOH OH NO, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. She felt sick, she didn’t want to see a dead body ever again, none the less touch or move one. No why, why why why, why did he pick her? Disgusted she slowly headed towards the showers. Sadly no matter how much she hated it, she would have to deal with the body like she was asked. After all whoever it was had just proved they had no trouble killing them.

Honestly, she could’ve probably gotten used to being down in this place. Nobody seemed like they were gonna kill anyone, they had books to read, and some of the people here seemed friendly! Well, that was how she was thinking before she heard static and then the unidentifiable voice once again, which definitely couldn’t be good, considering what came out of it the first time they heard it.

She quickly made her way over to the hospital, and sure enough, there were the tablets. The maps were kinda neat to look at, she could see everyones names, and sure enough, you could tell the time as well! Maybe the voice was nice this time.

No. No it wasn’t, she questioned herself as to why she would even think about that. Kill the people she really cared about? It couldn’t be real, she frantically searched for the live feed on the tablet, and sure enough, it worked. It was just her family, the family that she cared about, but not as much as she could. Lukewarm. Tears would be shed, but she would get over it sooner than later.

She snapped out of it as soon as the voice spoke her name. Plenty of times actually, which was enough to get completely rid of the smile that usually covered her face. Her eyes were wide open and so was her mouth, too shocked to cry or laugh or get mad or really anything. She just... Stood there in fear.

Akiyo had retrieved his tablet from the hospital as soon as he heard the announcement. He wasn’t too worried about his family, so he decided to check the other features of the electronic ID first. Maps... basic information on his classmates... the time. Akiyo made a mental note to himself to study up on the roster-like tab to memorize the bare minimum facts about his peers. It seemed to list their names, measurements, and their talent. If he could become familiar with this information, things would be easier, right?

After looking over all the other features, Akiyo finally switched his tablet to the feed tab. He spent only a couple seconds staring down at the screen before switching it off and sliding it into his pocket. He took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh as he rolled his eyes. It’s not enough for him to be here, huh? Whoever is behind all of this... is really a sick fuck...

Akiyo straightened out the bottom of his sweater and began sauntering out of the hospital on route to the mess hall. He didn’t want to spend much time dwelling on this motive. He’d rather go find a cutie to flirt with. Where else is better than the mess hall to find some guys to chat with? Growing boys need their energy, especially in a place like this- a place where it’s kill or be killed.

(This is a closed starter for Yui)

Kenji drummed on his elbows, a look of irritation on his face as that voice went on and on. They were getting their electronic IDs, that was good. It would help them identify each other a bit better. And the map was definitely a plus. The third function, however, was a lot less pleasant. 

He was definitely worried about his aunt and uncle, but more importantly, Hiyori was there. He gritted his teeth. What the hell? How did they get this video anyways? Questions were rushing through Kenji’s head. Why if something happened to her, he just knew he’d kill someone. But... she was fine for now. Kenji had to remember how to keep his head. 

Mikami was scared out of her mind, to say the very least.

She’d spent a while pacing back and forth, muttering shakily to herself and scribbling in a small pocket-size notebook. She didn’t seem to care much if anyone saw her, but she was violently defensive of the contents of the notebook. If anyone had dared to come close to her in that time, she would have quite literally flipped out.

Her luck had turned rotten. Trapped in a warehouse, and told to commit murder if she wanted to escape. Well, never mind the fact that she could barely go a day without seeing the sun, she hated blood. She was adamantly opposed to the idea of killing someone. So that meant she was either doomed to stay there forever, or she would be killed...

She needed a plan. Defensive strategy. She first needed to explore everywhere she had access to. 

The warehouse was fairly large, so that was going to take up a lot of her time. She stuck her notebook in the pocket of her bright teal trench coat, adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and set off determinedly to a stack of boxes near the wall.

She was in the process of rummaging through piles of blue clothing when she heard footsteps echoing in the large room, getting closer to her position. Immediately, she wheeled around and threw her hands up. Mikami’s eyes screwed shut and she whimpered pathetically.