originally , i had it planned as a detailed rp, but when we started moving so fast, it got harder to write out detailed replies, but with the new reply order that's starting today, it'll give people a chance to write out longer replies.
ok, from now on, i'm initiating a reply order by student ID. You can check your student ID number on the bottom of the overview tab. Please follow it starting tomorrow! I'll post a reminder along with tomorrow's opening
ok guys since we're leaving ppl behind for tonight the goal is just: introduce your character and then stop. Once everyone's caught up, we can pick back up tomorrow with Ketty-chan and Monokuma.
Clinging desperately to something familiar-- introductions --Satsuki dives right in. "I'm Satsuki Ito, Super High School Level Pastry Chef. I, uh, hope we get to know each other better?" Her introduction falls a bit short, but she swallows hard and forces a bright smile, clasping her gloved...
"Oh my god!" Satsuki cried out, jumping away as someone tried to ram into the door. How incredibly dangerous! She clutched at her chest, heart beating fast. "Why is the door locked?!" She demands, leaning against the wall for support.
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@Nenma Takashi
Yoshida's head is beginning to clear...
@ismaddy Satsuki clamps her hands down over her ears, doubling over at the piercing noise. "What's that for?!" She demands, much louder than necessary due to her ears being covered.
@MissObsess @GrieveWriter "Well, I-- Maybe they didn't want us to socialize with each other! You know, because... detention, ad stuff," Satsuki defends, lamely. "Besides, I never said you drank. Unless you've got hangover symptoms as well, that is," She adds, a tiny bit smug. Her arms go from...
Satsuki still looks worried. She's shifted from wringing her hands together to wringing them in her powder pink skirt. "Then what was it? I mean, if it was a party with..." She lowers her voice, embarrassed. "alcohol, then that could explain my headache and my, er, fuzzy memories. Also, it would...
@GrieveWriter Satsuki blinks slowly, eyes nearly watering from the girl's appearance. "Party...?" She asks, wringing her hands. So much is happening at once: people throwing doors open, people announcing themselves (the 'i'm not here to kill you' one sort of made her queasy), and parties? Oh...
Yoshida jerks awake in a dim classroom with his heart pounding and his head swimming. Mentally, he goes over a checklist for when he wakes up places he doesn't recognize. Who? No one else. Just him. What? He doesn't know. Where? A classroom, he thinks. The word 'Hope's Peak' floats around his...
Satsuki wakes up on a cold chair with her cheek plastered to a wooden desk. Groggy, she lifts her heavy head up and looks around. A classroom? It’s dim: no windows, lights at half-brightness. Rows of desks surround her, and a podium sits up at the front like it’s a commander and the desks are...