[ AUDIENCE: OTOME YANAGIYA ]

[dormheads]

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week 4, sunday

[departea]

do you want to speak through text or in person?

[momming]

In person, please. Though we can stay a safe distance apart, if you'd prefer.

[departea]

come up to my room?

[momming]

[ Sure enough, there'll be a polite knock! ]

[departea]

[ she will let her in! her room is a small suite, with a kitchenette, a desk, a bathroom, a bed, and an armchair. the desk has a bunch of paperwork and books on it, for school, and the bed looks largely unused considering there's also stuff dumped onto it. the most alarming thing is that there are a lot of mugs of tea everywhere.

annie will gesture for otome to sit anywhere. the general mood is... well, upset, but it's back to a forced control even if the ugly bits do seep out still. ]

Have a seat.

[momming]

[ She sits down at the desk, resting her hands in her lap and just... staring at the mugs. ]

These aren't... all from today, are they?

[departea]

... sure.

[ sure!!! she clears her throat. ]

I can get you a fresh cup?

[momming]

If that's all right.

... I'm sorry. About everything.

[departea]

[ she'll get up to take care of that then.

when otome apologizes, though, there's another spike of sadness. ]

... I know that you wouldn't have done something like that if there wasn't a reason for it.

[momming]

... I just don't know what to-- [ She closes her eyes tightly, and there's an answering spike of sadness. ]

I know you don't know much. But did you learn anything or-- get anything? Anything I can help with?

[ She's so desperate to do something. ]

[departea]

I got another thing. Um, same price, 3. I'm not sure if any one else is going to come see me today, so...

[ if otome wants to buy it. ]

[momming]

I'll take it.

... Also, can you remind me how much it would cost to upgrade the healing spell?

[departea]

It's 6. We can't offer discounts for it, but it'll let you properly heal the larger injuries and you can use it twice instead of once.

[momming]

... [ She nods. ]

I don't know how much time I'll have left, but... if anything happens this week, at least I can help a little more before that changes. Can I buy that as well?

[departea]

[ her expression crumbles for a moment, but she nods. ]

... yeah. Of course, yes.

[momming]

[ She smiles, as reassuringly as she can. ]

Thank you. I'll do what I can, no matter what.

[ cartwheels over to the voucher page. ]

[departea]

[ she will come back over with the tea i forgot she got up to make.

but she also pulls out a piece of paper, that has a front and back. same rules as before, only she can see it, and she can summarize it to other people. some direct quotes are fine since there isn't a lot of writing but don't direct quote the entire thing, etc. ]

Here.

[momming]

[ She... stares at it. And flips it over, and yikes. ]

... This has been more like a horror story than a school setting...

[departea]

It's... something.

Whose handwriting even is this?

[momming]

I was hoping you could tell me. It doesn't look familiar to you at all?

[ IT LOOKS A BIT UNHINGED HONESTLY ]

[departea]

It's been on other papers, but... no idea who it belongs to.

[momming]

... How many of the administrative higher-ups have you met, personally? Beyond, the. Er. Bear?

[ God, the bear. ]

[departea]

[ listen even un-aued, she fuckin loves that bear. he's so funny. anyway. ]

The vice principal? And like, random staff, but... they don't really seem that different from the students and shop workers. They don't really interact with anything unless you give them something to react to.

[momming]

... So what we should be trying to do is figure out the identity of the person writing these things.

[ ... somehow. ]

[departea]

Right.

If they're even able to write, it implies it has to be a person with a body, right?