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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!]
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[day after Supply and Demand]

With determination in her shoulders and a firm grip on her bookbag, Nao was lying in wait. Not exactly lying, really, more like standing beside the pathway from the school to the dormitories. Sports Day practice had ended and the last bell had chimed, signaling the end of school. Nao had hurried out to find a good spot to wait for her target, namely, Chiba Yadoru from 1-C. He was sure to was sure to walk by on his way back to the dorms. All she had to do when he walked by was speak to him. She was sure she could do it right!

Her hands were starting to get sweaty as she scanned the students walking by, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. )
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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.]
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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.
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[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. )
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The afternoon air was warm and heavy with springtime scents. From where she sat at her window, Nao could see a white butterfly dancing on the breeze. She watched it flutter and twirl up into the sunny sky. The insect was pretty much the only activity in all of Kasuga Shrine right now. There weren't usually many visitors on Saturdays.

Like most Shinto shrines, Kasuga-jinja had a small shop and information booth. From the shop window, one could keep an eye on the wide gravel-filled main compound leading up the the main altar. Make sure no one took money from the offering box, that sort of thing. It wasn't much more than a long window cut into a wall. Rows of trinkets, lucky charms, protection amulets, and other such things were lined up neatly on raised wooden displays on the counter, with prices marked in a careful hand.

Dressed in pressed, starched white kimono and red hakama, Nao was watching over the shrine's shop booth for the afternoon. The butterfly now out of sight, Nao redirected her attention to her work. Her long, heavy sleeves tied behind her, she had finished writing a large stack of protection amulet papers and was now busily studying for her midterms. She was sure that the science test was going to be a disaster. Shibata-sensei's quizzes were so hard!

Nao frowned at her notes and erased a sloppily written equation, rewriting it neatly with her mechanical pencil. The dangling panda and heart charms on the end of her pencil went clickety-clack as she wrote. It felt like the only sound for miles.
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Yadoru had made a habit of patrolling the grounds of Kikuryou Academy when he had the chance. He'd even managed to make some headway! He'd gotten to exorcise some ghosts, he'd cleared out some areas to make them more safe for the student body, and at least his classes tended to be a little less... lively. It was exhausting work, but Yadoru still did it, shouldering his burdens without complaint.

That was why he was here now, patrolling the Japanese garden and looking around carefully for any signs of the supernatural. There was just something about this place that worried him, more than he said to anyone else, but he just couldn't put his finger on it. Until he did, he'd keep doing this, patrolling the quiet Academy and being the only one who could protect his fellow students. It was the least he could do!

But yet, here on his own, without anyone to help him and knowing that powerful ghosts were around... Yadoru didn't feel as brave as he wished he could...
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This wasn't something that Yadoru knew how to do at all, really. He'd subsisted on cafeteria food and take-out orders for awhile now, but as his mother had clearly- 'clearly' meaning 'with characters so sharply written it was a wonder they didn't cut through the paper'- expressed her desire that he would become more independent, he couldn't keep doing that anymore. Which meant, in the end, that he would have to start getting ingredients and cook for himself.

That entailed getting to the grocery store and making his purchases. Of course, having never cooked for himself, and having no idea what arcane mysteries turned raw food into delicious meals, meant that he was thoroughly at a loss. The young boy looked blankly at the rows of food, utterly baffled and feeling intensely foolish. Here he was, a great onmyouji who could banish ravenous demons back to their hells... and he had no idea where to even begin to buy things.
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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.
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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.
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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? )
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The morning had passed without incident, and Sumire had been able to catch up with a book (cleverly hidden josei manga, that Ren had lent her) and consider what supplies she needed. The nurse still hadn't been able to find her reading glasses, which was making life difficult. Her old ones perched on the very end of her nose were a little younger and less professional than Sumire would've liked.

But she knew that they were around here somewhere! If only the school would give up the ghost glasses, already! What did a school want with shiny little rimless glasses? Sumire sighed and flipped a page, while she waited for the next poor denizen of the school to come in and require her service. But until that happened, Yamazaki and Kaori-chan's relationship needed fixing! And gentle encouragement!