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As most of you know by now, I will be away for most of this week and since dare reunion came forward later than planned to begin with then the length of this roleplay chapter will be extended into April. It is my intention to hold the reunion dinner on either Friday 14th or Saturday 15th of April. 

ONE DAY AGO...

You wake up.

Half way through a sandwich, half way through a sentence, half way through a thought about what you were doing that day... You wake up. 

Nothing has ever been more surreal than the moment that, perhaps, in less than the blink of an eye you find the past fifteen years undone. It doesn’t make any sense - like a bad dream. Like a bad taste in your mouth. Like you’ve been placed back in the firing line of what could of been the worst years of your life.

Just like that you’re placed back in shoes that you were sure that you’d thrown away forever, that some of you had burned. You’re back to the person that you were fifteen years ago when you still had hopes of things turning out differently and you find a piece of paper in your hand that explains everything and nothing at once. 

Dear ex-students, You have been cordially invited to the Whittemore reunion. Three years have passed since the school was burned to the ground. The rebuilding has only just finished and in honour of the place that once stood upon this scorched ground, we are hosting a party for our finest students. Come along, I absolutely dare you. Best Regards, Charles French.

ooc: Everyone ‘woke up’ one day ago. They found themselves doing whatever they did the day before the reunion at Whittemore began. Whether they are a sole attendee or a plus one who was not formerly there from the beginning of the reunion, they can accept or reject the invitation. If a character has not returned then we assume that they decided to stay as far away as possible from the rewritten version of events. 

Characters have knowledge only of what happened at the reunion and up to the point of dare 3.0, the rest is blurry to them although they do know that they have lived an additional fifteen years and that something bad has happened. They will all attribute their loss of knowledge to what they know only as a rush of blue light.

Characters who became deceased after dare 3.0 and before DARE REVIVAL are aware that they have passed on but others around them most likely will not be due to the confusion. 

Everything is as it was before the end of the reunion meaning Charles is still alive, they have never time travelled and Whittemore is still set to be restored.

THURSDAY 29TH DECEMBER

The days are all blurring together.

Once you spent Christmas at Whittemore you ran out of hope that you were going to leave at all. Your parents can’t help you because someone has to pay for breaking the rules and nobody will confess. Tensions are higher than ever and you’re just about to rip the next person who irritates you head off.

Naughty and nice lists keep reappearing around school no matter how many time you tear them up and you’re starting to think it’s a sick joke. The headmaster is officially the Grinch that stole Christmas but the plot twist is that he hasn’t been seen since the 23rd of December.

Even the nicest of teachers seem angry now and you don’t blame them, you don’t want to be stuck with the rest of these stupid kids for the remainder of the holidays with no family and no gifts.

Only one thing is going to get you out of here and that’s finding the keys. Or at least, finding someone to say they took the keys.

NAUGHTY:

Tristan King

James Lawton

Poppy Stevens

Daisy McClain

Aimee Peterson

Erica Hanson

Nathan Kigonyi

NICE:

Harry Sinclair

Carrie Aldridge

Sebastian Johnson

Violet McClain

Emma Pope

Jude Tyler

Luke Brady

THURSDAY 22ND DECEMBER

The key doesn’t turn up.

Nobody seems to have any idea where it is and you’re certainly not going to volunteer yourself as tribute, in fact, you half believe that by the end of the day someone will hand them over for the sake of Christmas break. You don’t see why anyone would want to spend the entire holiday period here.

You haven’t seen the headmaster since his Monday morning announcement, in fact, you start to find it a little weird when by the end of Thursday afternoon he’s been totally absent for three days now. It’s all a little too convenient.

It happens when you’re sleeping. 

You barely recognise the sound because it has belonged only in story books for your entire life (at least for most of you). The sound of bells and a stranger lurking around at night isn’t one that you would associate with anything more than a mere prank so you stay in bed and wait for it to pass.

Sleep it off.

FRIDAY 23RD DECEMBER

Friday comes with no news of keys.

In fact, at this point you’re starting to think that it doesn’t even matter. If nobody’s around to reinforce the search then you get to go anyway, right? 

It’s halfway through this thought that you find something pinned to your door, a disastrously coloured piece of paper that you think is some kind of joke. A naughty or nice list. 

Assembly is called too fast for questions to be asked about this stupid prank.

The headmaster is gone and you expect that with Mr Moore standing in for him that there will be leniency but there is none, “Unless the keys are returned nobody leaves.”

MONDAY 19TH DECEMBER

While you’re waiting for inevitable doom everything seems too good to be true. The headmaster doesn’t say a word. Your fellow house parents don’t seem to crack even a sly smirk about what you’ve been up to. You almost start to think you’ve gotten away clean. Almost.

In the middle of first period you’re surprised to hear the crackle of an intercom, the firm voice of a headmaster you were sure wasn’t onto you. Nothing makes you dread the rest of the day more than being summoned for an impromptu assembly a week before Christmas. You immediately assume someone’s going down and looking around you know everyone else is just hoping that it won’t be them.

It’s not what you think. It’s worse.

“Someone has swiped the keys to the main school house. Until they’re returned Christmas break is on hold.”

You can’t believe it. Or maybe you can. He really doesn’t have a spare set? What about the mayor? You start to look around, you’re looking for someone to take the blame. It wasn’t you, right? Even if it was then you’re definitely not owning up. Is this even legal? You don’t know but even if you deny it you’re pretty sure he’s serious.