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It's Friday and Dopple is on campus shifting into various students and staff in order to collect information. Please see the OOC event description.

How to do this: For this event, you'll be playing as Dopple shapeshifted into your character. To do this, comment with the subject line "Dopple (your character's name)" and describe what Dopple is doing and hoping to accomplish. Then other characters can comment to thread with Dopple."
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It's April 6th, 2009. The cherry trees are blooming and the stairwell walls are bleeding! Welcome back to the new school year after the 3 week break.

Attendance and staff numbers are down, but Principal Narimatsu and Vice Principal Ono are not slacking off and neither should you. Vacation is over! Get in the gates on time and get to your homeroom! (And shine those shoes!)

New students will be given a tour by volunteers. All students and staff will be served a fancy picnic lunch of tea, finger sandwiches, and canapes in the courtyard at lunchtime today.

Be careful, the ghosts are very rowdy today!

[Tag under the comments. Free for all/commentspam style is ok. Multiple threads on one scenario is ok. You can add your own location/events too. Have fun!]
[identity profile] sicklygarden.livejournal.com
(Thanks to Jade for contributing Baku-gami to this one! :D)

The wind whistled through the narrow opening in Chiaki's bedroom window. Casting a tired, nervous glance at the digital clock on his desk, he got up, pacing agitatedly, and finally shut the window after another few moments. The clock read 3:07. Chiaki had been up all this time, trying to decide whether or not he should venture into the night after all.

He didn't want to say that it was because he was scared. That didn't meant it wasn't true, but -- admitting it would only prove Yadoru right, wouldn't it? He glanced out the window, at the moon so large in the sky. The wind whipped through the trees, pushing clouds toward obscuring his view. Why was it that windy nights seemed so inauspicious for him...?

No, he thought, moving to find his shoes. Being scared alone didn't necessarily prove Yadoru right -- being too scared to go at all did. And timid though he may have been, he would not let that stop him. This was something he had to do, and he'd put it off too long.

He ignored the fact that exhaustion was starting to weigh heavily on him in the late hour. )
[identity profile] chemistryisfun.livejournal.com
It was a gray day of June gloom, and Yuzuya's mood matched the sky as he walked through the school grounds. He rubbed his tired eyes with his fingertips and cleared his sore throat. He had really wanted to stay home. However, he hadn't missed or been late to a single day of work yet since becoming a teacher last year, and he desperately wanted to keep his record going as long as possible. Once he took a day off for himself, he was sure it would be easier and easier to slip into not getting out of bed anymore. Anything but that.

Today he had duty at the back gate, to greet the students as they came in and make sure they were walking safely to school. When it was his turn he always felt embarrassed standing out there. The students' eyes on him often made him feel as though he were the one being supervised and evaluated.

Yuzuya took a shortcut across the grass and through some trees, not wanting to be late. And that was when something white on the grass caught his eye. Drawing near to inspect, he could see that it was a shirt, and then that that shirt was on a body that was lying face down in the grass, limbs splayed. "Oh my god," he gasped. Alarmed, Yuzuya ran over as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Aoki-san!" he cried, recognizing the boy's black mop of hair and the thick glasses. He tried to turn the boy upwards, checked his neck with two fingers for a pulse. It was there, but the breathing was shallow. "Aoki-san, Chiaki, can you hear me?" He pried open one eyelid to see if there was eye movement, and didn't see any. "Shit," he hissed, and reached for his cell phone.
[identity profile] sugar-mods.livejournal.com
The sun is shining brightly in a clear blue sky and Sports Day 2008 is upon us! Chairs are set up on the wide expanse of hard-packed dirt grounds for the students, neatly arranged by team and class. Spectators are crowded around, many in chairs, the more casual ones on picnic blankets. The place is packed and sporty rock music is blaring from the loudspeakers.

Students are marching in to the grounds, dressed in neat, clean P.E. clothes with long team-color headbands tied on. Teachers are walking besides their classes, wearing their school tracksuits and t-shirts, as well as optional hats and sunglasses.

The Red Team's giant flaming tiger mascot poster is hanging in the west, and the Blue Team's huge blue dragon poster is splashing in the ocean to the east. Rivalry between the two teams has been fierce in the last week and the energy is very high. It's going to be a battle to remember!

[This is our first event-style thread. If you would like to write, summarize, or rp out what your character is doing it's entirely optional-- please tag the appropriate event. Don't use our usual style of replying to the original post, but please use the normal LJ style of replying to the person above you. SHORT tags are best here. Characters may compete in up to 3 optional events.]
[identity profile] nocturnalboy.livejournal.com
It was time to get down to business. There were amends to be made, and Sunday afternoon was a-wastin'! Suguru hefted the brown-striped tabby cat and a shopping bag under each arm and marched proudly towards the dormitory. The cat yowled and tried to get away from him. "No, bad cat," Suguru grumbled. "Dammit, stop clawing me. Shoulda brought along a cardboard box to catch you in."

"MROOOOWRRR," the cat moaned, the devil in its green eyes. The beast sunk its claws into Suguru's t-shirt and ripped with all its might. Suguru cursed something awful, grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and held it away from his body to avoid the sharp claws digging into his ribs. Sure, he'd heal fast, being a vampire and all, but that didn't mean that he wanted to be a pincushion.

"Bad cat, stop it," Suguru commanded. "Look, this is no way to act when you're going to meet your new owner! You're a gift, so start behaving like one, you mangy furball!"

The cat yowled something that sounded like a death threat. Suguru tried to keep the claws facing away from him all the way to Aoki Chiaki's dorm room. He didn't succeed, but he tried.

The dormitory hall was dark and deserted. What a lonely place to live, Suguru thought, looking around. At Chiaki's room (he'd know that cough drop smell anywhere), he planted his heels and knocked firmly on the door.
[identity profile] supermikotan.livejournal.com
Nao was putting away the cleaning supplies in the janitor's supply room in the first floor hallway after cleaning time. Her cleaning duty group had decided who should take things back with rock-paper-scissors and Nao had lost, and she'd been left carrying the brooms, mops, and dustpans back to the supply room. Oh well, she thought to herself. It was just as well anyway. The other girls always just dumped the cleaning things in a haphazard pile in the corner, a habit which made Nao want to scream. If Nao was left with the job all on her own, she could take the time to hang each item properly in its place on the wall.

She could hear running feet outside. The after-school practice for Sports Day Radio Exercises would be starting soon, wouldn't it? Oh, dreadful Sports Day Exercises. She was short, so she'd be right in the front of her class's line during exercises. That meant she really didn't have much choice but to try hard.

Nao sighed to herself as she hung the cleaning tools. She was thinking about dinner-- tonight's dinner was her grandma's turn to cook, and Grandma's nikujaga with carrots was heavenly. Her mother had asked her to bring potatoes home from the grocery store. She had to write that down, or she might forget--

The door of the supply room slammed suddenly behind her back. Nao jumped at the loud noise, a small yelp escaping her. Someone must have run by and shut the door on her, she reasoned. It was pitch black so she had to grope her way back to the door. But when she found it again, the doorknob would not turn. "Huh?" Nao said aloud. She jiggled the doorknob, twisted as hard as she could, pulled, but the door seemed to be stuck.

Was it just her, or did the air feel very cold all of a sudden? A chill traveled down her spine. There was a soft sound like a dry breath being exhaled, a sigh that reminded her ears of silk brushing on silk. She could hear it from somewhere behind and above her, where the corner of the supply room would be if she could see. "Who's there," Nao said aloud, commanding her voice to be firm.

There was no reply, but Nao had a feeling that the air was not right. Something was coming, she could feel it crawling closer. The skin of her arms and legs was turning to gooseflesh. She jiggled the doorknob again and thumped on the door with a fist. "Someone, someone help," she called, as loud as she could muster.
[identity profile] sicklygarden.livejournal.com
[Set the day after A Song, A Song...]

Chiaki had managed to sleep uncannily well that night, despite his window scare from several days ago. Perhaps it was that Yadoru had so confidently reassured him that the face he'd thought he'd seen couldn't possibly have been his mother, or perhaps because the wind had died down the last few nights and he felt safe in his room again. He didn't really know what it was, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He'd noticed that when he'd rolled out of bed that morning that there was a missed call on his cell phone from Yadoru. )
[identity profile] sicklygarden.livejournal.com
In the nights since Yadoru had put the ward around his dorm room, Chiaki had not slept better.

He couldn't remember feeling so secure at night in ages. Ordinarily, the sickly first-year slept little more than four or five hours a night, and rarely all at once -- but the last few nights, he'd slept the whole night through, and he actually felt rested the next day. It had so drastically increased his mood that even the second year who lived in the room next to his was starting to give him weird looks. No one had ever seen Aoki Chiaki smile this much, even if it was that quiet, kept-to-himself sort of smile.

Of course, good things never last forever. In Chiaki's case, it was only a week or so.

The wind was strong that night. )
[identity profile] chemistryisfun.livejournal.com
[takes place right after Chance of a Lifetime]

Counseling Room 2 had ridiculous, brightly flowered curtains. Orange and yellow chrysanthemums with furling green leaves burst into bloom against the paned windows. Yuzuya felt it was incongruous. No one was summoned to a school counseling room for a happy reason. Ever.

Seated at a little round table beside those silly designer curtains, Yuzuya was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then changed his mind, closing it again and leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand. A brand-new manila folder from Student Records was lying open on the table before him. The tab of the folder had been neatly labeled not three weeks ago, "1st Year C Class - Aoki Chiaki"

Not three weeks ago this folder had been made, just as it had been made for each and every first year student. The surprising thing was that a mere month into the academic year, this folder already had the yellow and white copy of a disciplinary write-up in it. The slanted, perfect handwriting of one Samuel Kramer explained the offense in perfect detail. But that didn't mean that it was any easier for Yuzuya to believe.

Yuzuya took a moment to read through the report again. This was all rather surreal, and it was making him feel rather old and tired. He cleared his throat, took a sip of coffee to wash down a stubborn bit of phlegm or something that was irritating in his windpipe. Finally he exhaled and glanced up at the diminuitive boy seated opposite him. "Well. Aoki-san. I assume you know why we are here."
[identity profile] magictiemnaow.livejournal.com
All during school, Yadoru had found it incredibly difficult to concentrate. He didn't have much luck in any case, but today had been especially trying. Ever since his previous conversation with Chiaki, he'd been wracking his brain trying to think of a way to protect someone who had no power to defend himself. Clearly, a mobile charm or talisman just wasn't going to be enough; he couldn't infuse it with enough power on its own, especially not with how this placed seemed to work.

But eventually, an answer had come to him, and the instant that class was over, he made the motions of thanking the teacher and then darted right to Chiaki without a second thought. "I was thinking about what happened last time," he blurted out, "and I think I've got an idea to make it work!"

Clearly, in the mind of one Chiba Yadoru, such things as a 'preamble' or a 'clue' were complete non-factors once he'd gotten an idea in his head.
[identity profile] nocturnalboy.livejournal.com
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[identity profile] chemistryisfun.livejournal.com
School let out for the day, and club activity time came and went. Outside the sports teams were calling hearty and spirit-filled goodbyes to their captains in hoarse voices. The sun was beginning to sink lower behind the mountains on the horizon. In Lab 3 upstairs, Yuzuya paused in his mopping. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. This really was a bizarre predicament he'd gotten himself into.

On Friday, Sakai-sensei, Yuzuya's worst nightmare in a tacky designer tracksuit, had passed away. Also, the school groundskeeper had quit abruptly. And now Yuzuya had arrived at school today, Monday, to find that his lab was in chaos. The sink had been stopped up and water now covered the floor. What was more, here and there in the water there seemed to be some sort of substance that was dark red and smelled a bit funny. It appeared to be iodine. To make matters worse, the two large supply cabinets that held all of the chemistry and lab supplies had been completely overturned onto the floor. The contents had been scattered and hidden in strange places all around the room.

But the clincher, for Yuzuya, was his book collection. All of the wonderful books he kept on the bookshelves at the back of the room for the students to read and use, had been tossed around the room. It was almost as though a fierce wind had scattered them about, like leaves. He'd recovered those that had been lying in the wet mess on the floor already, set them out to dry by the windows. The water damage was sure to ruin the dearly-loved volumes.

Yuzuya sighed again, and turned a sopping page of The Field Guide To Reptiles and Amphibians. The chameleon was now stained red permanently. Poor little guy. Yuzu figured that was a fate that would make a chameleon quite unhappy.
[identity profile] magictiemnaow.livejournal.com
So... running tally of injuries. Gashes from smoke-signals. Black eye from a recalcitrant toilet ghost. A bump on the head from a prankster. And way too many sleepless nights. At least last night he'd gotten his first real sleep; it had taken a lot of work to set up the talismans, but at least he'd carved out a safe little niche that no one had been able to breach. That was a good thing. And by doing that, the entire day just seemed so much brighter by comparison.

But it wasn't likely to stay that way, now was it? )
[identity profile] chemistryisfun.livejournal.com
[dated to first day of school]
Yuzuya peered through his glasses at the announcement papers on his podium. "Next, we need to choose two class representatives for our homeroom, one boy, one girl." He looked up at the rows of the students of 1-C, his first homeroom to be in charge of.

There was something about first-year students that was absolutely... well to be honest, precious. They were small. Their desks were perfectly straight, their posture excellent, their brand-new uniforms a bit too big at the sleeves. They sat quietly, starched and neat and keen on listening to him speak. Almost all of them were bright-eyed as they looked back at him, about half slightly worried-looking, as though they feared high school might turn into a scary place any minute. Yuzuya wanted to pat their little heads. So different from the third-years he'd taught last year, weren't they? He tried his best to hide the warm smile threatening to creep over his lips. "Anyone who is interested in a class rep position-- or if you know someone you'd like to nominate, please prepare a short paragraph to read to the class, and we'll vote at the end of the week."

"Well, that brings us to the end," he finished, straightening to his full height and stretching a bit. "I would like to congratulate you finishing-- well, almost finishing-- your first day of high school. I expect that you'll remember to do your homework and get your emergency cards in for tomorrow. Last, we'll have cleaning time. )
[identity profile] notsexyback.livejournal.com
It was a rare, rare event when a teacher volunteered for this kind of duty. Yet Samuel Kramer had, much to the surprise of his fellow staff members. That was why he was stationed at the North Gate, awaiting the students on the very first day of classes, a handbook on dress guidelines cracked open in his hands. His brown coat and slacks, along with the rest of him, was absolutely immaculate; the kind of neatness that only the truly nit-picking could possibly achieve.

Of course, at the precise same time, the cherry blossoms were blooming; it was like a conjunction of dramatic factors that begged for Kramer to show up and take advantage of. Standing there, a few stray blossoms drifting past his warm eyes... at the very least, the students couldn't say that their morning had gotten off on the wrong foot? Not yet, anyway; in his coat he had a ruler to measure the length of questionable skirts, and those warm eyes were far more attentive to details than seemed likely at first glance...
[identity profile] sicklygarden.livejournal.com
It was Aoki Chiaki's first day at Kikuryou, and so far, he wasn't sure he really liked it all that much. Of course, he hadn't liked his old school all that much, either, but at least that place hadn't had frighteningly strong rumors of having been haunted. (Except for the P.E. teacher's office, but Chiaki knew for a fact that there was absolutely nothing supernatural about that room.) He had been resolutely closing his mind, ears, and -- to the best of his ability -- his eyes since arriving here, desperately praying that there really wasn't anything strange about this place. He couldn't deny, though, the creeping whispers of feeling that had been fighting against his closed senses ever since he'd arrived.

The distant chill had occupied his mind all day. He'd done his best to stay on track with the classes, since he knew the first day in a strange place -- strange place indeed -- was important to pay attention to, but when he was in lunch, it was too easy to let his mind wander. There wasn't anyone to sit with or talk to, he knew, as he picked up his tray and headed for a relatively quiet place in the cafeteria -- he'd never been very good at making friends. Maybe he could just read to keep himself from thinking too much...