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

Edited 2021-10-11 06:06 (UTC)

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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.

Edited 2021-12-19 10:36 (UTC)

[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.]

[ 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

[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.

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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: ]

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

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?

un: s.dito

12/25 — door handle

endless meeting.

02/14

afternoon of 3/01

3/1

3/1

3/6

in time for 4/2