#shslexperiment

They were... at the academy. That was certain enough. But none of them had even started their school life yet, right? Perhaps aside from the teachers attending this ‘vacation’ as well, but that was something different. If they hadn’t even started to attend their classes and begin their everyday school life before this point, then how was there a photograph like that? Why were they in the Hope’s Peak uniforms, looking as though they were familiar enough with each other despite never having met before this point? It was--

The sound of someone entering the lobby interrupts his thought process. Wataru looks up from his seat at one of the tables, seeing one of the girls entering the space. She was a bit peculiar, he’d noted, and perhaps he’d simply have let her go about her business now if it weren’t for the fact that she, too, had been in that still.

“Oh? Are you finding yourself restless as well?” He smiles, doing his best to seem reassuring at a time like this. He wasn’t going to let all this get the better of him. Not without a struggle. “You are miss Suki, yes? Would you perhaps be willing to come speak with me for a moment? I assure you, I won’t bite.”

With another new day on the island set before them, Justin felt that he’d probably greeted a lot of the students here now: but one in particular seemed quite evasive and shy. He’d caught a glimpse of the girl once or twice, but she always snuck away before she could approach or seemed too nervous for him to want to disturb her.

He loved to approach the students and share puns, get to know them: but it certainly wasn’t his intention to try and scare them! Goodness, no. He wanted to help ensure they had the best time they could, smile and laugh. So the question was, how to best approach without startling her? Thinking on it, the answer was simple. If he told a joke, as he always did to someone new: the joke would be a good ice-breaker and perhaps put her at ease.

At least he hoped so. Nodding to himself, he sat on the sands until he noticed the other. Instead of approaching, he would muse aloud so the other hopefully heard him: “My, my, the ocean looks so clear today. I wonder, if that would make it like a wave of calmness? Oho ho ho.”

After lingering around on the shore for who knows how long, Daiki’s tolerance for crowds and chattering voices starts to grow thin. Feeling an uncomfortable tightening in his chest out of anxiety, Daiki decides to break away from the group of students and teachers, heading towards the towering building that is the hotel.

Soon enough, things are quiet again, and Daiki’s nervousness ceases. As the entrance to the hotel grows closer, so does the figure of another student. Obviously, he isn’t the only one that had that idea. Daiki gets a better look: they’re short in stature, female -- if her uniform is anything to go off of, red arms, dark hair--

Wait, what?

He’s getting closer, and just now he’s noticing that her arms are a color that most human skin isn’t. He’ll have to say something soon... A bead of sweat runs down his forehead, giving the student a nervous smile as he approaches.

“H-hellllo... How arm -- ARE you doing?”

Justin, after running about quite a bit this next morning - was feeling quite tired out. Goodness, that and shifting the heavy rubble yesterday...he wasn't as young as he used to be, though he did have more energy than most. Though, realizing his next birthday was so close and there would be nothing to celebrate in such an awful place made him sigh, softly. Should he just keep it to himself? Or would the students welcome a diversion from all that?

He wasn’t sure, but a strange scraping noise - like something being dragged - outside his closed room door alerted him. W-what was that? Unnerved, despite his tired state, he cautiously made his way to the door. 

Amazingly, her partner seems content to do his own thing... Well, as much as he can, attached to Totoko via both of their wrists. It might have something to do with the idol’s venomously sweet glares, and the conman’s self preservation instincts.

So, in response, Totoko’s keen to ignore him. As long as he goes along with whatever she wants, moving where she wants.

Which, for now...

“Beetles, beetles... Where are you...? Land animals are so much harder to deal with...”

Sometimes it was rather difficult to adjust to the situation.

Well that’s not to say Celica had a hard time with the way the system worked in the school, though her transitioning to the life on an small island to getting used to studies and social norms of Hope’s Peak was rather...awkward to say the least.

Though that doesn’t exactly explain how she easily forgotten her utensils to eat lunch with.

She could always use her hands. It wasn’t the first time she had forgotten them, though receiving a few stares was something she didn’t want to handle today.