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today i found out that when monarch butterflies migrate south for the winter, all the ones that go across the middle of lake superior suddenly stop going south and go west for five miles and then continue south. which really freaked scientists out cos like What is in the Middle of Lake Superior what do Butterflies know that We Dont Is This The End Times etc. anyway turns out about a hundred million years ago there was a mountain there and the butterflies still think they gotta fly around it. classic butterflies

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Re_birthday | Kikuyo [OPEN]

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> I N I T I A T E  R E B I R T H ?            Y / N

> Y

> R E B I R T H  I N  P R O G R E S S . . .

> R E B I R T H  C O M P L E T E

Hope's Peak Academy. Home to the most elite group of students the globe had to offer. The cream of the crop. The shining future of not only Japan, but the entire world. A lot of pressure for any high-school student, but a duty that this school would undoubtedly prepare each and every one of its alumni to embrace to their fullest potential.

... Wait. Class started ten minutes ago, didn't it? Kikuyo looked up from where she sat in the cafeteria, taking a peek at the clock on the wall. 

"......... Ah...... crap."

And crap was right. It was... well, it was a little hard to see the exact time from where she sat, but it was definitely around the past-ten-minutes mark. It was official. She was Late For Class.

Her grand excuse? Breakfast turned out to be a lot more exhausting than she initially thought it would be.

She sighed and scooted back in her chair, moving to grab her tray to discard her excess food when she realized... the cafeteria was completely empty. It wasn't something she had immediately noticed upon waking up, of course — the music playing through her headphones had been distraction enough in that regard — but this was certainly a far cry from the bustle that had been this very room only... however long ago Kikuyo had drifted off. She was alone, and she wasn't in her room.

It was... kind of nice, actually.

Setting her tray back down on the table, Kikuyo took in her surroundings, the pressure of actually showing up to class all but forgotten. Or maybe she just didn't care. It wasn't like she had anything due next period... probably. Maybe. She was already late, it wasn't like it mattered, right? And she was still kind of tired...

That was the state of mind Kikuyo was in when someone else entered the cafeteria. Maybe they had been sent to look for her, or maybe they were seeking respite of their own, or maybe there was a completely different reason why they were there instead of in class... But whatever the reason, she completely did not notice them coming in. Nice.

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G-G-G-Ganguro [Closed]

This was... Probably one of the worse ideas that Akari's mind had conjured up. And that was saying something, considering that, just last week, she'd kind of almost gotten herself arrested for selling a fake shrunken head to a kid at the middle school down the street. Not selling it so much as giving it to him. And by that she means she chased him with it danging from her neck while they both ran directly into traffic. Point is, Akari has a lot of bad ideas, and this was pretty high up on that list.

She and her friend/punching bag Yoon-ji were trying out ganguro.

Akari hipchecked the rapper out of the way as she tried for more of the bathroom mirror. Akari's family had been staying away from them the entire time the two were there, considering that her entire family was very grossly xenophobic, and didn't want to be anywhere near a Korean. This was a very slight plus in this case and this case only, as it meant that the two would not be bothered while they were slathering dark brown bronzer on their faces and using white eyeliner as lipstick.

She frowned at herself in the mirror. She had one eye finished, but- plot twist- Akari has two eyes. So she'd have to slather the other in thick black eyeliner, spider-like false eyelashes, and about two pounds of white eyeshadow. She made an uncommitted 'eeeehhhhhh' noise at how long it would take. She settled for rolling her head over at Yoon-Ji and lolling her tongue out like a dead person.

"I'm dead, Yoo-chan. I'm dead and this fucking makeup killed me."

It was a bad idea, she had to admit. Most of her ideas were. But makeovers were what normal girls did at sleepovers, right? It was what normal (?) girls like Yoonji did. They had makeovers and watched movies and talked about what boys they liked. Although maybe they'd skip that last one, because Akari's gaydar was going off when she was around the Korean girl. Also Akari had only ever liked one boy, and he's not really an option because he was her older br- actually, you know what, let's just not focus on boys. Ever. Get lost, boys.

Akari groaned, louder and slightly aggressively. 

"Yoo-chaaaaaaaaan, this is hard. How is yours going? Probably better than this absolute dump on my face."

Akari tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of Yoon-Ji past her hair so that she could properly mock her.

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Detention?! [OPEN]

If you thought that Lee being in detention would be one of the last things you thought you'd ever see... You're most likely right. The girl was too nice for her own good to actually do something detention worthy.

But here she is. In detention.

"... Hmmmmphhh..."

So, what could she have done to land herself here? Well, if  you're one of those students who've been living under a rock, you probably heard of that one super annoying student screaming through the halls when they saw a drawing of a dick on their face, and that no matter how much scratching they did, it won't come off. It didn't even cross their mind to wash it off.

Eventually, it was tracked down to her when they found out that it wasn't from a marker, but from henna. And who else would have henna at their disposal but the SHSL Henna Tattoo Artist herself? At first she tried to deny that she did it, but when they saw the awfully abnormal amount of stains on her hands, that pretty much sealed her fate of getting a one-way ticket to this academic near-hell. And boy, was she not happy because of it.

Would she be the only one here?

...

That was when the door swung open, another student entering. Were they... also here because of detention?

One way to find out.

"... So... Why're you here?" she asked. Good going.

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Showtime~! [Open]

Let it never said that Minako Ito was an ordinary, cliche high school girl.

She didn't run down the hallway, yelling about how she'd be late. She didn't cram a bit of toast in her mouth, and she didn't make a huge scene in which she turned a corner and crashed into a bishonen.

Nope! Minako Ito, who had set her alarm for five-thirty in the morning, much to her neighbor's chagrin, was there, bright and early for homeroom, casually writing her in diary before anyone else came in.

Well, until someone came in.

Minako set down her pen, her smile widening. Ah, she'd been hoping to show off her new hairstyle~!

"Goooood morning~!" she greeted her classmate. "Notice anything?"

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Free Verse [OPEN!]

Shizuka Fujiwara was not going to survive high school.

For anyone who seemed to think otherwise, having a so-called ‘intellectual’ talent such as being the Super High School Level Poet does not mean that one was necessarily a good student. In fact, it was almost the opposite, with her not being able to juggle most of her studies aside from the necessary English and Japanese linguistics courses. Of course. Only a few weeks into the school year and she was already swamped with work. Not that she could really remember to do any of it in the first place… how was she supposed to focus on things like math and history when she had a deadline for a draft coming up in less than a month and her publisher was already getting on her case about getting things polished up and yes she didn’t go to bed until 5 AM last night and-

Deep breaths. Stressing out about things wasn’t good. If anything, that would just lead to her getting exhausted and stressed out, which in turn would only lead to her pulling her hair out and being minutes away from an emotional breakdown on the floor of her room at midnight while trying to concentrate. Which she didn’t need, especially considering she decided to accept the invitation to attend this school because she was trying to get over her debilitating low sense of self-esteem. Great.

She lingered outside of the school, her notebooks pressed tightly against her chest as she watched various other students go in. Her focus was only briefly interrupted by watching some tattooed guy walk past her loudly arguing with some white-haired girl about physics, until she thought she saw someone from her class. They… yeah, she knew them!

The poet made her way over to the other student, timidly approaching them and smiling.

“Um… hi? We’re… er, we’re in the-”

She broke eye contact, stumbling over her words. What a nerd.

“Same… class… I think."

Did she really pay that much attention to her classmates? Not really, it wasn’t like she was expecting them to be any different than they were at her last school… especially when they seemed to be so… weird… like that one guy who always wore that beautiful, majestic horse mask (note to self: write a poem about its sheer glory later, when no one else is around) or the boy who sat next to her that had that ridiculously huge nose and also seemed to never know what was going on. He was actually kinda nice though, even if she had only spoken to him once and that had to be one of the awkwardest conversations she had ever partaken in during her entire life-

Focus, Shizuka. She let out a quiet, unsure laugh, as though she was trying to act a lot more natural than she felt. A certain somebody here had no experience trying to approach people for things, it seemed.

"D-do you… you remember what last night’s… homework was?”

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Not Dead (OPEN!)

Naoto Ueyama was the Super High School Level Astrologist, but since arriving to the school, he'd felt like a Super High School Level Outcast. Granted, he'd always felt that way. In fact, it had always simply been that way, but it didn't take any of the sting away. Regardless, he knew he just... Had to get his mind off of things like that. Meet new people. Because life is about brand new starts, right? Brand new starts, wonderful things. And friends! He knew he was going to make friends.

Just... Not when.

So Naoto Ueyama had made his way to the kitchen, hoping that perhaps a hearty meal would give him a great way to start the day. By a hearty meal, he meant he was making a stuffed pepper. Aaand that's it, just one. He was fully capable of doing more, but... Something small seemed appropriate! He had his ingredients all laid neatly before him on the table he sat at, slowly cutting away.

Fresh fruits and vegetables reminded Naoto of summertime, and stuffed peppers of happiness! A time of good fun, of spreading the word of his predictions and insight... Ah, yes. Wonderful. But the astrologist was not engrossed in his reverie too much. He heard someone's footsteps approaching from behind. Without turning as he carefully double checked for his various spices, Naoto spoke up.

"Greetings. I heard your footsteps. I have been told I possess quite the keen ear."

The boy turned slowly with a dry chuckle, resting his clasped hands in his lap as he looked the newcomer in the eyes.

"My name is Naoto Ueyama. At the moment, I am preparing a meal for myself; however, if you would wish to partake, I am inclined to prepare you one - or more - as well. Stuffed peppers have always been a treat to me, you see."

He smiled, turning back to his ingredients, his actions seeming almost a bit planned in advance, like he was acting from a script.

"Take a seat, if you will. You need not assist me. In fact, it would be easier for both of us if I were to handle the preparation. If you particularly desire to assist, however, I will make no move to impede you."

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IKO > ORGANIZE.BATCH [Open]

Today was just like any other day, only maybe a bit more sunny. Generally when its sunny people will want to go outside, eat lunch, maybe muck about a bit. Even Iko Detayama enjoyed these things though she never quite understood why people said “the sun feels good” since it didn’t really feel like anything to her. Curious, yes, but now is not that time to go off on a tangent about that; because currently on this beautiful spring day around noon, Iko Detayama was in the library. Not that the library wasn’t nice, Iko enjoyed it very much in fact, but rather most other people wouldn’t have seen this as an ideal way to spend lunch break.

She was there to organize books, cassettes, and electronic equipment. After offering for help earlier in the year she was gladly welcomed again and again (to the delight of the librarians). Iko was a well oiled sorting machine, it was probably the easiest thing anyone has ever asked her to do, besides math. So that is how she ended up here, within the pretty oak confines of the library.

Upon reaching the cassette tapes, Iko genty picked up the first one, and right away noticed something was very amiss. Reams of tape were pulled out in a tangle of informative reading. Across the front label, of what had been Pride and Prejudiced, translated and read aloud, was now “FART” scrawled across it in red sharpie.

"Eeeeeehhhhh………who—-??"

This was, in all senses, a textbook example of what people would call a “mess”. A BIG mess. Iko stared down into the box and found that several of the other tapes were the same way. Well, same except for not all tapes had words as pleasant as “FART” on them. Who would do something like this? For what reason? AND WHAT DID “YOLO” MEAN?!

Iko hung her head, what if the librarian thought she did this?! She quickly dropped the cassette back into the box and looked around…there had to be someone who could help her….

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For once, Bored doing art [Atsuko Minami]

Atsuko tapped the pencil against her lips, studying the soft marks made on the canvas. She picked up the picture she had been copying, a picture of a fruit market she had taken earlier that month. For some reason, the pumpkins were proving difficult. She squirmed in her seat, realizing she was just distracted.

She leaned over to her bag and pulled her phone out, smiling cheerfully as she began a new text message. She typed it out quickly, and pressed the send button.

"Tai-chaaaaan! I'm lonely! <3"

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Just another day in the Library | Katsuo Shinobu [Open!]

Hope's Peak. What a glorious, hope-filled location, filled with the brightest and best students Japan, and the whole world, had to offer. With people ranging from the best in academics to sports, to some things that just couldn't be categorised, Hope's Peak truly was a blessing for the world, cultivating the hope of the next generation for all.

And it was in this school building, on a fair spring day, that one could find the school's resident Cruiserweight Boxer, sitting in the library, trying his best to understand material for an upcoming test. It wasn't going so well, as you could see the look of concentration on his face, a small bead of sweat forming out of sheer effort.

And then, suddenly, a sharp exhale, followed by a sound of distress.

"Ugh, I can't do this...!"

He'd forgotten the library was meant to be a quiet place. One or two 'shh'es rang out, the people obviously not sympathetic to his plight. And so, Katsuo Shinobu sat, hoping against hope that someone would come in and save him from the torture of not knowing what the hell he was doing.

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Dream Academy...?

Hey!!! ouo/

So. Ollie and I were chatting the other day about some of the students from the different Doubt games, and how much fun it'd be for them to actually get to interact. Plus, we've all said how we wished there was a DA Grey during DA2, or some non-despair AU where we could still roleplay with the group, but not in a constant mutual killing game.

Well... This is kind of it!

Basically, this is a place for you to submit starters, kind of like you did during the Normal Days section in Doubt Academy. It's for our players of previous Doubt games, so we can still keep in touch and roleplay with our characters - I know I really miss using some of mine, but I just can't quite get into indie stuff. So this is a place where it's got a little more structure, people we all already know, and yet, is still super open-ended.

You can submit starters in the submit box, and anyone can reply to them, indie or Doubt or otherwise. But all the starters posted here will be by Doubt players, so we can always have an easy way to find one another and set things up!

There's no skype group for this or anything, but let me know if oyu'd like to see anything in particular on here!

Thanks!!

- Kat

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Welcome to Dream Academy.

That huge school building was built on a prime plot of real estate in the very center of the city, as if it was the center of the world itself.

“Hope’s Peak Private Academy" …

It is a super-exclusive academy, officially recognized by the government, aspiring to gather and cultivate high school students excelling in their respective academic fields.

General opinion is that graduating this school leads to certain success in life.

It is a school with several hundred years of history, legendary for sending its top students into leading roles in every professional field time after time.

Its stated goal is to raise this nation’s “hope” that will bear the country’s future on their shoulders. Accordingly, some people call this remarkable place the “Academy of Hope”.

To be accepted as a student, there are two qualifications:

"You must be currently enrolled at a high school."

"You must super-excel at your field of expertise."

The school doesn’t advertise for new students.

To be accepted, one must be scouted and invited by the school itself.

Welcome… to Dream Academy.

Dream Academy is a non-despair roleplay in the Doubt Academy universe. It is set at Hope’s Peak Academy, and allows the students who experienced the pain and despair of a Mutual Killing Game during their time in Doubt Academy to have a chance at a real, peaceful life. One with fun, friends, school… Imagine summertime trips to the beach, culture festivals and class get-togethers, cram sessions and finals week, school dances and house parties… Basically, everything that was stolen from them the minute the Mutual Killing Games began.

The goal in Dream Academy? Live out your lives to the fullest, make new friends from all the classes, and have the experiences you never could have while in the game of mutual killing.

… Like a wonderful, wonderful dream.