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un: s.dito

[necrophily]

hey

[ posted on one of her old posts, way later. ]

h.adams

[decrypter]

[she considered simply not replying for a full ten minutes, but then given that she does feel like there are some questions she wants to ask, she'll give in.]

Hello.

[necrophily]

that was a neat trick you used
how'd you do that

12/25 — door handle

[commences]

☆1

Whoever gets to the door first will realize there's something on the other side, so it's probably best to refer to either Natsume or Subaru to check what it could be. Either way, two people will find their name written on a stocking that's hanging on the handle, and various gifts on the floor.

[commences]

helena adams' gift will start off with a comfort resting toy by the name of rocky! there's a little book manual on how to take care of him, but if she rubs her hands on the inside, there's braille that says "with lots and lots of love and hugs", and so that pet instruction is simple. next, there's a vibrating cat warmer that she can hold when her hands get a little too cold from the chilly days and the kotatsu isn't enough! wrapped around the braille rubix cube, is a cat necklace for her to wear.

[sisters]

helena adams receives a small bunny-eared cup warmer, meant to match in keeping her drinks warm too.

endless meeting.

[decrypter]

[she's...well, she's here. dutifully notetaking for Amami's sake, keeping her mouth shut through so much that it makes her want to scream. but if she gets involved, inevitably someone will ask for something she doesn't have - information, knowledge - and so it's better to stay quiet for now.

still, it's grating. things like taking fingerprints and all...fine, she'll deal with it if she has to. but it's building, and she feels caged, trying to think about the best way to leave without raising attention. if she just stood up, what would they do, say? would they accuse her, even though she was firmly tucked in bed until well past they all knew? oh, it's a hopeless situation.

the stylus in her hands has stilled, being gripped as though it's a lifeline.]

[commences]

Ahaha, it's getting busy... so busy.

( he's been busy investigating with the group, or with what they've brought to the meeting, and so it's easy to understand what's going on. komaeda has his underlying suspicions, but he figures that they can come to the same idea that he has. with a shrug of his shoulders, he's walking away from the photographs that lack the vice principal, and only has maya's, which is a shame. they should have every piece of the body, why are they lacking vital evidence?

he breaks away, walking past a few people until he stops, looking at a few familiar faces until his eyes drop down to helena's hand. she's not holding her cane, but her grip on the stylus makes him just as curious. )

Having fun?

( though he asks, he can see this flickering light that goes back and forth, disappears, and goes back and forth again. to watch someone's aura scream without the person actually doing so is interesting, and so he waits for her answer. )

[decrypter]

Fun isn't precisely the word I'd use for it.

[her grip relaxes a little with Nagito's voice - someone she knows, someone she trusts. to him, she can speak honestly enough.]

I'm just record keeping so that if people miss things later, we'll have a source that's not just Dynamo recording. Though right now it seems like people are walking in circles...what's the phrase, to miss the forest for the trees?

02/14

[necrophily]

[ honest to god, dito has no idea who actually send him the goddamn bees.

there's no way of tracking anything like that, much less determining whether it game from a malicious, intentional force rather than just this fucking school misbehaving in general. it's a lot to connect, and there aren't enough body parts or anything grotesquely interesting for him to care enough to connect.

in an ideal world, he would love to get back at whoever did this to him -- on valentine's day, of all days. it's obvious, at least, in far as expectations. but what isn't obvious is who his sender is. it's kind of annoying, considering that he has plenty of people he can think of off the top of his head that would do this to him. he's not particularly well-liked by anyone.

but it's fine, since he hates everyone here himself.

so it doesn't matter who he extracts his frustration upon, yeah?

of course not.

he also really wants to get rid of this shit he's kept in his locker, even though he's developed a kind of fondness to it. it's so fucking foul, and rotting and stinking and...everything! it's exactly the kind of shit he loves, but he has no sentimentality for that person anymore and thinks he would love to regift something entirely awful to someone who would hate it.

helena is first on the list. unfortunately.

so she will find, in her locker, a very well rotted heart. it's dark, veiny, and brown. like a piece of jerky almost, except it smells awful and is probably black around the edges. disgusting in the very least. there's an arrow, delved straight through the organ. it might even look like an arrow-through-the-heart caricature. but, you know, nobody normal uses an actual heart.

there's a note too, and it's reddish-brown on the paper. almost like a fingerprint-painting with how it's written, but it says: ]

this valentine's day
hope somebody fucking murders you with an arrow

[decrypter]

[if his timing is correct, if he hangs around, he'll be there at the right time. for her to smell something awful, and brace herself for whatever might be in her locker. but she can't know unless she reaches out and touches it, and she screams in disgust when her hand brushes it and she realizes. leaps back, hits the locker door closed with her cane, and sprints off to run her hand under hot water for a while. until the feeling leaves her alone, and she doesn't think she can smell it anymore.

later, Subaru will come with her, and help her clean it out and dispose of the rotten heart. he'll read her the note, and she'll have insight for it. there will be questions she doesn't want to answer, knowing if he gets involved, it's likely Dito will kill him - because Subaru won't let this go, and Dito has no qualms about gutting people who weren't involved.

the arrow will come with her, and she'll break it in two out of his sight, before finding the locker number she had to discern in order to send bees to the right location. both halves, shoved into Dito's locker through the slot, a message enough in their splintered, ruined pieces.

do it yourself.

she still lives and breathes. he might only have to catch her once, but she's still alive. still moving.

no idea if this is revenge or not, since she had taken such care to be anonymous - if it isn't, then the timing is apt. if it is, she hopes at least three stung him. miserable, wretched man. at least she wasn't planning anything spectacular for today - it dampens her mood throughout.]

afternoon of 3/01

[carpevinum]

[Lucifer gives Helena the night of the 29th to process things, leaves her alone to read the book left behind, but by the afternoon the day after he's barging into her room with a light meal of soup.

Hello. Hi.]

Helena... [His voice is quiet for once.] I think I know the answer, but how are you doing? I made you lunch.

[decrypter]

[it's very uncommon for her to miss class, but she did today. she still got up, brushed her hair, put on clothes, made her bed, but the idea of going out there, of walking those halls, passing the student store - every day, she'd gone - makes her want to scream all over again. so, she'd stayed in the dorms. when Lucifer finds her, she's in the hammock their room has, holding one of her plush animals in her arms and Keigo's book in another.

she doesn't want to eat. hasn't since last night - the idea feels awful. but she still sits up a little more when Lucifer comes in, to be polite.]

Thank you. That's very kind of you - I'll eat it in a bit.

[maybe. her voice is as soft as ever, so she's not detached from reality. only unhappily in it.]

[carpevinum]

[He quirks a brow at that, but it's the day after — he can't blame her for not being hungry. It's just soup, so it's easy to warm up again anyway. He'll set the bowl aside on the nearest bedside table or desk, whichever's easiest, and note aloud exactly where he's put it so she can find it easily later.

All that said, Lucifer doesn't leave. For a slow minute, he glances sidelong at Helena before turning fully to face her.

He's the eldest of seven. He should know how to comfort someone by now. Internal chastising aside...]

It's soup, if the clattering of the spoon in the bowl wasn't obvious. Just promise me you won't starve yourself in your misery. The last thing I want is to see it consume you, even if that's particularly difficult.

[He gets it, but whereas Lucifer lashes out and commits atrocious acts of violence in his misery, Helena seems the type to shut off. And that's fine, but if there's anything he learnt from his last run-in with agony, it's to not let that happen where possible.]

3/1

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The 29th is a whirlwind of pain. On the 1st, Nanami's got a lot of things on her mind still. And one of them is the anguished screams that brought her to Sun 2 in the first place.

It doesn't take too much effort to track down Helena's room; but gaining the strength to know what to say takes longer, so it's mid-afternoon or so before Nanami's quietly knocking on the door of Star 1. ]

H-Helena-san, ... ? It's Nanami... I wanted to... [ She hesitates. What is it she wants? ] I just wanted to see you... I think.

[decrypter]

[the girl that answers the door is far more subdued, compared to the girl Nanami met in the amusement park. she's up and dressed, her hair is brushed, but she's paler, and there's no hint of a smile. just a quiet dullness, but still polite, even if her heart wants to return to wrapping herself up in her blankets and trying to think.]

Hello, Miss Chiaki.

[easier to separate her roommate and her twin like that - in a better mood, she could have asked her opinion on the nicknames she'd thought of, but right now, simplest is best.]

Is everything all right?

[old habits of formality, of politeness. routines work best.]

3/1

[notsosou]

[Here am I, as promised, and here is Shin, nosing around the door of Helena's room with a knock in one hand and a thermos in the other.]

Helena...?

[He heard what happened, and it's in his voice, that thread of worry uncertain how it should be expressed. Does she even want company right now, or is it too raw? Is comforting her taking advantage of the despair she's in, even? But he can't just ignore her either...]

Can I come in? ...I've got something that needs taste-testing.

[Taking her mind off things, maybe. He's been experimenting with putting slow-cooked meat in this particular soup so it's not quite a lie.]

[decrypter]

...yeah. It's unlocked.

[for other people that she didn't know so well, she'd have gotten up, let them in. for Shin, he can come in of his accord. the ceiling in Star 1 is glass, letting the light in, and Helena's perfectly visible in the hammock she slept in last night. it looks cozy enough - blankets, a pillow, a few stuffed animals to be friends.

she's in clean clothes, and her hair is brushed, but she's under blankets and holding a book close to her, paler than normal. clearly, there wasn't a lot of sleep happening. clearly, she'd rather stay gently swaying in a place that feels safe instead of go to class - she couldn't make herself, and Helena considered that at the least, maintaining a proper appearance was a good try.]

3/6

[shimashima]

[ The weeks of full awareness in this place so far have been strange, not only for the awful moments. Alice has grown accustomed to sharing a room with others again, and greeting familiar faces around the school grounds — he's found himself looking forward to their company, noticing the absence of some. Combined, it's a recipe for worry, knowing that certain individuals are here, but outside of that, far worse has taken place.

Helena Adams didn't look well, during yesterday's meeting — understandably. The thought is one that Alice returns to, much like the earlier realization that Helena had all but vanished for several days before she reappeared. She has others to lean on — Shin Tsukimi, for one — but even so, Alice's feet take him to Helena's door today.

There, he knocks, draws back a step, and waits. ]

[decrypter]

[fortunately, she's in. she still hasn't been in classes - she's decided to give herself a full week before she makes that attempt again - but she's still doing things in the safety of the dorm. hair brushed, clean clothes, trying to eat more than a meal a day. the success on the last is mixed. so when she answers the door, she's still pale, but at least she's gotten some sleep.

honestly, she almost doesn't want to answer it. she's still embarrassed from yesterday, how she acted and lost her temper. it's...she hates it, really, and now her reputation is no doubt in pieces. but Subaru would have just come in, and Shin announces his presence, same as Lucifer...she has no idea who could have come by.]

Good afternoon...

[please don't be Bonnie. or worse, Rika.]

in time for 4/2

[shimashima]

[ A certain discovery reaching his ears as well leads Alice to seek Helena out again as he did almost a month ago. Like last time, he makes his way to her dorm room door. Like last time, he knocks before stepping back to wait. This time, however, he announces himself aloud prior to receiving any confirmation that Helena is in the room — it's entirely possible that she isn't there as much, if the weeks have eased her pain somewhat, enough for her to face each day in this school, but it's worth a try. ]

Helena? Are you available?

[ In front of the door, Alice glances left and right and over his shoulder, as if there might be someone watching. If Helena isn't there, he supposes he could simply stay nearby until she returns, or wander around and come back, unless they come across each other elsewhere. ]

[decrypter]

Coming!

[this time, when she answers the door, it's a far different experience. she's back to health, back with a smile on her face - she's gotten back in the flow of classes, of doing things, going outside. the door opens fully, and a glance behind her shows that she was simply doing homework at the desk.]

Alice! What's on your mind today?

late may, early june

[antitoxin]

WINNER...

[ one day that helena wheels to her locker, she'll find a slip of paper sticking out her locker. upon obtaining it, she'll find bumps pressed against it, and find that it's braille.

running her fingers against it, she'll read: ]

⠠⠉⠕⠝⠛⠗⠁⠞⠥⠇⠁⠞⠊⠕⠝⠎ ⠠⠍⠊⠎⠎ ⠠⠓⠑⠇⠑⠝⠁⠖
⠠⠙⠕⠉⠞⠕⠗ ⠠⠎⠥⠝⠝⠽ ⠎⠏⠑⠁⠅⠊⠝⠛⠖
⠽⠕⠥⠗⠑ ⠕⠥⠗ ⠺⠊⠝⠝⠑⠗
⠠⠍⠑⠑⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠁⠞ ⠞⠓⠑ ⠝⠥⠗⠎⠑⠎ ⠕⠋⠋⠊⠉⠑ ⠋⠕⠗ ⠽⠕⠥⠗ ⠏⠗⠊⠵⠑

hlelo

[socialize]

Are you feeling much better, Helena?

( it's with bright eyes and a kind smile that maple decides to check in on her friend again, finding her wherever she may happen to be in the school with a warm expression as she closes the distance between the two of them. she still comes to a stop at a polite distance, but it's easy to tell from the way she clasps her hands in front of her that she's in a rather cheerful mood today. )

Hiyori told me that your legs are healing well and, with some practice, you should be on your feet just like before. Isn't that exciting?

[decrypter]

[working on her program is a good way to forget about her situation and how impossibly frustrating it is. she longs to run, to scream in the forest, to hike up a mountain, but she knows she promised to behave and that her legs would give out if she pushed them too hard. both are compelling reasons to stay where she is.

hearing Maple's voice, though, something in her retreats, goes subdued again. like a wound prodded so that it sends another jolt of pain through her, and makes her go quieter. surely, Maple still...]

I'm very glad to hear of it. I'm going to do my best to ensure I follow his care to the utmost.

[carefully, she folds her hands on her lap. all of her attitude is polite, but it carries the air of someone shrinking back, trying not to offend in any way.]

Is there something I can do for you, Maple?