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With a brief crackling of the intercom speakers, Jayden hears the voices of the tv heads that she had become painfully familiar with. They go on to tell many of the students things they probably already know, but she'd been out of the loop, it seems. Plans against Team Despair? No, she'd never! If they would really be stuck in this situation indefinitely, dividing into teams is lethal enough. But plotting against the other team? 

It seems to her, however, that Noro-dono and Teku-tan are definitely on top of their game, eliminating the differences between the two teams and forcing them to work together. But to protect them against killing one another? And the one she'd be protecting, well... her ID tells her that it's none other than The Super High School Level Falconer.

She remembers him well, the brush with him leaving her feeling awkward and on the fence, wondering if she try to get closer, or walk away with a huff and never look back. And while she'd outright refused to believe it before, the implications of motives make her finally start to see the gravity of the situation. The more they push, the greater the likelihood of at least one person snapping. For her sake, hopefully they wouldn't snap on Ryosuke.

Ugh, this was so boring! Subaru's eyebrows were knit in a kind of frustration and her entire face felt tight. Her fingers were itching for a pen to hold. Or at least, something fun to read. Being stuffed here with no good company and no access to anything of any interest was beginning to make her feel a little lightheaded somehow. Well, lightheaded and a little grumpy too, anyway. Suddenly, the sound system crackled with sound. Seems like TV head-tachi were back and up to no good again. What would it be this time?

"Hnn?" she perked her head up at the familiar voice... well voices. She had to admit, Teku-tan was easier to get fed up with given its choice of tempo but both had been speaking and honestly she supposed both bots were kind of evil. Oh well. If this was their best effort to get them to murder each other it was kiiinda lame. But, well, she supposed it would be kind of excited being with a member of the Hope team. It seemed like she actually hadn't come across many... there was Katsumi and probably a couple of others but meeting new ones was always fun. And yet, she wasn't meeting a new one - a familiar name greeted her ears from the TV heads - Onodera Umiko. She smiled to herself - out of all the people to draw! It was good fortune, she was sure she'd be in good company with Umiko. Subaru threw her arms behind her head looking the picture of relaxation.

Eventually, she shook herself out of this questioning state, and began to fiddle with the ID card. Reaching the map sectioned, her eyes slowly searched over the tiny layout of the school. She tossed around rooms to visit in her mind; clearly just standing around like this was getting her nowhere and only serving to further unnerve her. She made a mental list of potential candidates to visit. The library? Appealing, could potentially contain useful information. The work out room? Another good choice, though she still felt a bit shaky after all of the commotion. She'd have to take a look at the school's facilities later, preferably when she felt a little less shaken up. The living area? She would definitely have to stop by there sooner or later, might as well save it for last.

One room in particular caught her eye, however. Izumi raised an eyebrow, mentally tracing a path on the card to the room marked with the word kitchen. She felt a surge of excitement; maybe there would be oil or a lighter or something to that extent for her there? Her talent, as strange as it may have sounded to others, was something relaxing to her. It helped her to unwind, to think about things going on around her. It also served as somewhat of a comfort, to know that if she caught herself in a dangerous situation she wouldn't be completely without a backup. And, of course, there was the added possibility of food, though she wasn't particularly hungry at the moment.

Jayden's thoughts on Noro-dono and Teku-tan had been... conflicting, to say the least. On one hand, they were so cute. Like, really cute. So cute that she thinks they could totally be best friends and all go shopping together (if you can get a shirt over your tv head). On the other hand, they were asking them all to kill one another? That would make them significantly less cute. But they couldn't be serious, either way! They didn't seem serious,and even so, their presence isn't exactly the textbook definition of 'intimidating'. Maybe, if they were trees of men dressed head to toe in formal wear; but pastel-colored tv heads wearing cute clothes? Never!

Sighing, she looks to her ID. The layout of the school seems a bit confusing, she thinks while a frown takes over her face. Plus, there are fifteen other students, and she hadn't talked to that many. Only four, and two of them are on the other team! She'd have to rectify this, eventually. But for now, her curiosity leads her in the direction of the library.

Pulling the door to, she looks around. Reading and being quiet: two things necessitated by a library that she has no interest in at all! But maybe, she'd find some books that would help them. Something about the school, or about the nature of tv-headed beings. Or, better yet, a secret switch! If she pulled the right book off of the shelf, it would open a secret passageway, that much she knows for sure. She could spend some time pulling books with pretty spines off of the shelf, and hopefully that would lead her in the right direction. 

Quick glances do indeed find her some books about the school, and she wastes no time in pulling one from the shelf and settling into the floor to read. 

"This is... so boring..."

Noro-dono and Teku-tan...

Honestly she still didn't quite know what to make of it. How could you even begin to take them seriously, for one? And how about that the headmasters of the prestigious Hope's Peak had televisions for heads? Or that the only apparent way to leave this school was to actually kill someone? Too many questions and not enough answers for her tastes.

Realizing she was on the same team as that tennis jerk was still putting her in a bit of a mood but she had no time to be dwelling on that right now. Subaru was actually in a bit of conflict, actually. While the young mangaka often stayed indoors it was usually on her terms - and with all of her tools to keep her company. The resource books, even the familiar kotatsu... not to mention her beloved pens. But this was far from her comfort zone. The first rule, "students will live together" was especially vexing. Of course, Subaru had considered the ideas of dorms before she even came here, just as a possibility, but she'd never imagined she'd actually live here. And live with such untrustworthy, controversial and aggressive people too. Most students she'd seen were much taller than she was and it was enough to put a chill in her bones.

Ahhh, enough introspection! Subaru finally pocketed the student ID she'd been studying (so much she was actually surprised her eyes hadn't burned a hole in it by now) and began her own exploration of the place. Just because TV head-tachi had said there was no way out didn't necessarily mean there was no way out after all, right? If you believed, anything was possible!

Ryosuke slunk away from the group at large just after his final snide comment to the Hope Team's bouncing Pokemon champion. He recognised that they were meant to explore, based on the maps they had been given on their student identification cards, and wished very badly to escape. He assumed that there were hidden rooms, unmarked on the map, or hidden exits. After all, the original Hope's Peak had had an entrance, had it not? He almost certainly remembered entering through a door. 

Having exited from the general excitement and chatter, he entered into deep thought on the situation.

He had been told that he must kill another student. It wouldn't be difficult, he reckoned. Tatsuma was probably the only person there he couldn't bring himself to clock over the head with a heavy object, not to mention the fact that he was taller and possibly stronger than himself. Still, the moral pangs of trepidation rose in him uncomfortably. Ryosuke couldn't just kill somebody without sufficient reason. Even seeing the fresh air wasn't enough...not yet.

Ryosuke had paused during this introspection, and students had started wandering outside of the gymnasium. He had been brooding for long enough that some had even wandered past him. How embarrassing. 

Ryosuke was very strict in his governance of himself. School, though something of a bore, was a task which needed accomplishing. He was very serious about such things. As such, his impromptu passing out in class was very shameful to him. He was afraid, almost, to raise his head from the desk and face his teacher and his fellow students. He began the slow, shameful process of lifting his head when the intercom blasted to life. Shrill voice--smooth voice--they ricocheted through Ryosuke's head, and he repressed a groan. 

He peered around, carefully, to note that his classroom was indeed empty. Empty, windowless, and pristine. It reminded him of a prison, or a butcher's floor. He felt the small hairs on his arms prickle upward. He was very, very uneasy.

He carefully rose to his feet, and patted himself down as he took stock of his surroundings. He had no cellular phone, no keys, nothing of which he had previously had in his pockets. The room was closed off, and he felt as though he were suffocating. The lack of windows was jarring to him, and he had a gut feeling that something very bad was going to happen.

He exited the room, and found the cheerfully coloured tape indicating the direction he was meant to go. 

This was a moment to remember forever, that was for sure. If she'd had a camera she surely would've used it to christen the scene and perhaps stick in a proud little scrapbook somewhere. Subaru remembered taking a deep breath, her pink eyes surveying the huge building as a small private smile began to appear on her face. Alright. Go time. Just have courage, right? What would a hero have done at a time like this? Fully energized, she prepared herself for a couple more seconds before stepping over that one line and going to the place of dreams, where her new school life would begin...

Or that was what was supposed to happen anyway. The small blonde awoke with a start at a desk instead, some voices over some sort of speaker system buzzing around in the background. Her eyes flicked open and shut in bewilderment before wandering across the classroom. The very... clean classroom. It seemed brand new, in fact. The chalkboard was stainless, there was a fresh beautiful wallpaper coating the walls and even the desk was of good quality. Well, aside from that little pool of drool there. She sheepishly mopped that up with her sleeve and then got to her feet, her eyes now wandering to the ceiling as she now tried listening to what the voices on the public announcement system were saying.

The... gym, was it? Hmph, she'd never been much of an athlete. By her very nature she kind of had an aversion to the place but if it was just being used for some announcement it'd be fine, right? Subaru stretched her little body out a little before trotting from out behind the desk and to the door where, as the voice had promised and rather shockingly, there were, in fact, glowing arrows taped to the floor. "Somehow that's a little tacky..." Subaru mused aloud before shrugging it off and scampering down where they led. She was more than a little confused right now and eager to finally get some answers. Like where was everyone, for instance? Were they really all at the gym already? That made her shiver. She had no desire to be known as tardy or even the "last kid picked for volleyball" again or something.