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 "Meet me in the Rose Garden at lunch time!"

Hisashi had been nothing short of puzzled when the strangely familiar girl had approached him in the hallway before class and said what she had. Why was she familiar? He'd taken so long trying to figure that out that he didn't get a chance to ask the all-important question of why before she'd scurried off to her class before she'd be late. Leaving behind one very confused cat.

"Oh, ho, ho! Tatsuno-kuuun's got a daaaate~!" At the voice Hisashi turned around to see one of the students who had been loitering nearby grinning at him. In fact, he noticed a few students were looking in his direction with varying amounts of amusement.

"Da-... what now? What are you talking about?" It was just an invitation, right? From someone he obviously had met once during the class trip. Surely nothing more..? But now those people were moving in closer until he bristled a little at being suddenly penned in.

"Well you know what this is all about right?"

"Ah.. n-.. yes? I mean.. she probably wants to talk..?"

Hisashi had to take care to mind his shadow as otherwise his tails probably would've been lashing in irritation at not knowing what everyone else seemed to know. Suddenly he felt an arm drape over his shoulders and he looked up to see one of his classmates, ready to lead him into their classroom but apparently with an intention to enlighten him along the way..

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A very different Hisashi awaited the visit in the Rose Garden. Gone was his confusion and in its place an almost unbearable sort of confidence. Of course she was going to confess! He was a catch in his own form and certainly no different in this one. Better still, he'd recalled how he knew her. So she was a nice girl! He could really give that a chance. Learn some new and different human habits. Win-win all around.

Hisashi sat in plain sight on one of the benches and waited, looking very neat and-.. had he even combed his hair since that conversation? It sure seemed like it. He was always clean and well-groomed, after all, no matter the form. For the moment he had a smirk on his face and his arms folded as he leaned back on the bench, eyes closed in thought as he considered what he might say to her. 
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The mournful strains of violin music drifted across the grounds of Kikuryou Academy. It was night time, the new moon casting everything into darkness, and the lack of wind made it feel like the Academy itself was holding its breath.

As Tom Marsh walked along, playing his violin, his face was completely expressionless. It seemed almost like the music was playing him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps it was. For this was no normal symphony, but rather, a prelude. Around him drifted a cloud of beautiful red moths, glowing around him like a swarm of embers, drifting like fallen leaves. They followed that tune like they would a flame, guided by it like a funeral march to the student dormitories.


Not that they would remain in their close orbit for long. As soon as they detected any human life, clumps of them broke off to swarm the unfortunate soul. To breathe in the poison in their wings was to feel one’s heart pound in fear. To be touched by them was to find the worst nightmares in the victim’s heart freed and brought to the surface. They fed on such horrors, and they wouldn’t stop their torment so long as they lived. Nowhere would be safe, not once they’d caught the scent of a victim.


Yet, for all of that danger, for as much as Tom seemed to be in control… there was another. A shadow to his presence, a silence to his music. A predator in the night that watched the assault with cold, cruel amusement. And most importantly, one who waited for those who might try to stop Tom, for he wouldn’t see his game stopped, not when this was only the opening move…


[Tag under the comments. OOC information here. You know the dealio. Have fun trippin' balls, yo~]

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For a while, Tsubaki was... perhaps not relieved that the school trip was over, and now everything was back to what it was, but at least thankful that normalcy had been restored to her fellow students. It made being class rep - an ultimately thankless position, if one did not count the pin on her lapel and the free lunches, though the extra amenities like an open room in Sumire dorm (declined as her parents preferred her to be with only other girls, and Sumire Dorm was co-ed), and the free uniforms made the thankless work of corralling her fellow students and trying to keep her grades up at least worth a little something.

She wondered if this was a "carrot-and-stick" situation.

Today she had decided to look up her fellow Class Representative and a few gentle inquiries had led her to the music room. She played instruments (a summer of lessons to please her parents had given her some skill at piano), but had never actually made it up that far. And he was playing. It was nice, but a bit strange and sometimes the way he played made chills go up her spine, and vibrato race across her scalp.

Not terrible, no. But strange. Tsubaki waited for a few more minutes before she pushed the door open. "Marsh-san?"
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Back from the trip and with a festival to fund and put together, Nao was hard at work. Social media was the way to go! All she needed was a camera phone-- check-- and a few artistic a looking photos to put on Instapic and FriendChat and FaceSnap and those kinds of things! What was easier than that?

So that was why there was a short little kimono-clad miko wandering around the courtyard of the shrine, snapping photos with her cheap-o flip phone. Currently she was standing in front of the shrine's tiny shop, trying to get the perfect shot of the merchandise: lucky charms, talismans, prayer and pilgrimage books, items to keep away evil or bring in good, holy arrows and prayer boards. There were also some other odd things that didn't quite belong: bookmarks, beaded bracelets, homemade cupcakes, a few baskets of blueberries. A handwritten sign on the side of the booth window advertised bottles of water and rice balls.

Well, you had to branch out in business sometimes. Nao needed to see what kinds of things people actually wanted, so this was a test. She hoped customers would stop by!
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You are given this letter upon arrival at the destination:
 
  Dearest Students and Staff!

The plane ride was exciting and the train has brought everybody to Kagoshima Prefecture, Kyushu! The weather is looking rainy so I bought everybody a cute personalized rain poncho and put one in each of your dufflebags: you get a kittycat princess, ducky, or a black piggie!

During work times, students and teachers will wear the school P.E. track suits. During other times, students must be in uniform. Principal Narimatsu sure hopes you didn't bring any prohibited items in your luggage. Behave nicely and thank the people you work with. Let’s enjoy friendship and teamwork in the warm and toasty South, mes amies!!! Yahoo!

Love,

Principal Narimatsu
-pyon!!!! \(^o^)/

[ooc: Each kid can choose to do something different each day, or choose the same thing all week if they want. They are paired with a classmate when they show up to the job site.]