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[shsltheoreticalchemist]

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[shsltheoreticalchemist]

One day I know we will meet again In the shades of a life to die for

KAMELOT - Veil Of Elysium (Official Lyric Video) | Napalm Records

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Oh thank God he wasn't going to have to do this alone. And the other two students seemed pretty calm. They could work together well enough, he was sure.

"Thank you both so much. Ah, we should probably start backstage... that's where the equipment usually is, right?"

He waited as the other two introduced themselves, and...Sunkist-san? He had to wonder how she pulled that out of Sukeeru, but he didn't want to point it out. That'd be impolite, wouldn't it?

"I'm Akihiko Murakami, Super High School Level Theoretical Chemist! It's nice to meet you all."

He paused, reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his keycard, and began tapping at it.

"Let's see... it looks like the auditorium is this way."

He took a few steps, then hesitated, turning to make sure they were still following him.

Anxiolysis (Akihiko, Ichi, Noelle)

Ah, both was what he meant, that cleared that up. Ichigo turned his glance from Akihiko to Noelle and then back to Akihiko. The girl seemed unsure about things, but willing to help. Ichigo was willing to help as well, especially after hearing the boys explanation. Maybe he was onto something and the source of the broadcast was coming from the auditorium after all. The chance made it worth looking into, right? Ichigo saw no harm in giving it a try. As a double bonus, the auditorium was right here.

“Alright, that sounds fair. I’ll go with you and help look around.”

He figured Akihiko had to have a point in that there had to be equipment back there. Auditoriums had lights and systems to work those lights didn’t they? Ichigo moved toward the entrance to the Auditorium before glancing back toward the other two people.

“I’m Ichi Sukeeru by the way.”

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

His arrival to the kitchen couldn’t have come soon enough. So, as luck would have it, he was interrupted on his way there. It took a few moments to register there was a person in a hoodie speaking to him, and a few more for him to realize what they were saying. Apparently, they’d mistaken his caffeine deprivation for nervousness. Well, fair enough-- he did probably seem out of it (and not at all nervous or on edge for any other reason, oh no. That would be ridiculous.)

“Right…! I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for this. Probably just someone with a tasteless sense of humor..”

He trailed off. They seemed to be alright, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask, would it?

“Are you holding up alright…? This is a pretty strange situation, isn’t it?”

He gave a smile he hoped was reassuring to the other student. And then he realized he’d made a small faux pas.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Akihiko Murakami. It’s nice to meet you.”

Creepy messages from what was probably one of the lower circles of hell intruding on their school year was no reason to be impolite, after all!

海のこの曲 || Naoise || Event Reaction || Open

Ima to basho to no ma ni. The days were exciting in this place, and yet, time crawled by at a leisurely rate. In Naoise’s opinion, that was the best sort of thing that could happen, especially when they were having such fun aboard the ship. Everyone they had talked to was engaging, and before long, the need to rest overtook them. How fortunate that the onnagata had informed them that their card was able to unlock the door. Though they naturally woke up at 6:00 sharp, they soon went back to sleep. There were no sheep to herd here, and they didn’t particularly feel like herding people. It was too counterproductive. Kita to minami no ma de. A melody drifted through their mind and slipped in and out of their awareness. Soon afterwards, they became aware of something else, much harsher and more peculiar than anything else they could have dreamed up. Thus, the logical conclusion was that it was not a part of their dream. Nao awoke, and the thoughts vanished from their mind. But what had awoken them? They listened, and soon enough… Oh. Oh, well, that would certainly be something that could wake a person up. Nao listened intently, and the squelching noises started up again. How curious, was their wish finally coming true? Nishi to azuma no ma. Slowly putting on their usual outfit, they walked unconcernedly towards the door, opening it and poking their head outside. No monster, or any other discernible source of the voice? Lame. What were they doing in the recording, anyways? Coming out fully into the hallway, the blue-haired individual glanced around at the others, blinking in confusion. This wasn’t some prank by one of them either, was it? Or was this some elaborate house… err, boatwarming experience by the Hope’s Peak staff? They had no idea, but to them, it meant yet another mystery to unravel. And oh, how they liked mysteries. This was turning out to be one of the most interesting trips of their life, and it was only a week in! The others’ concern had gone right over their head, and Nao slid out into the hallway, watching as everyone scurried past them. Why were they concerned, this was so interesting! The organizers of the cruise, whoever they were, had done a fabulous job of setting this entire spectacle up, and they wanted to personally meet said people. But there was still the question of why everyone was in a state of panic. They figured it had something to do with the message over the intercom, but why? They were just making cheese, weren’t they? Yes, that was exactly what it sounded like, they were presenting some sort of instructional video on how to make cheese. But where were the instructions? Every explanation they thought of was impossible, unless… Unless this wasn’t a show, and something wrong was happening. That was a much more likely explanation. Okay, something wrong was happening, the others were panicking, and whoever was in the announcement was doing something straight out of a horror movie. Now that explanation was one that finally made sense to them. Ah, how they wished it didn’t, despite their conflicting emotions. When they said they wanted a horror movie, this wasn’t what they meant at all. Not something brutal, where actual killing was involved; something where a hero would save them in the nick of time. Something that wasn’t this. You’re my little hero, Nao. Can you save the day, again? But what could they do? The chanting had begun, and Nao was possessed of the image of some sort of cult performing a ritual. And, all around them, chaos raged. The shepherd’s pupils dilated, and they made a sound like a broken squeaker before backing up against a wall. This was actually happening, and it wasn’t some sort of prank or stunt. Their awareness began fading, and they numbed to the outside world and the chaos that was happening there. Toki to basho no ma de. “One, take a deep breath.” They did just that. “Two, ground and center.” Nao inhaled and placed a hand over their chest. Their heart rate began slowing, and they exhaled the air that was still collected inside their lungs. It caused them to feel better, and already, they were more aware of their surroundings. The next step was to go to a calm area, and they did just that, walking to the edge of the crowd and leaning against a wall. Pulling their hood over their head, blue eyes flickered over the crowd, and they forced a smile. If nobody else, they would be calm in the storm. They had to calm everyone down, reassure them, tell them that there had to be an explanation.

“I’m sorry to trouble you, but… the announcement, I don’t think it’s anything bad. There are several explanations, and jumping to the worst one is sort of pessimistic, right? We mustn’t panic, I think that things will be made all the worse by it.”

Another pause followed, and they dipped their head.

“I’m sure things will turn out fine.”

Quite the optimistic sentiment, and they only hoped that they were correct. Nothing bad had happened yet, right?  

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Okay, so both of them were pretty apprehensive too. That was okay! Understandable, even, all things considered.

“Well, I guess...I was asking both of you, actually.”

He cleared his throat, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“I was going to try and figure out where that message was coming from. I thought we could check around the auditorium. I mean, there’s bound to be some kind of sound equipment there, right? So it’s probably a good place to start. And if you have any leads, we can look there too...”

‘Also, I’m too afraid to do it alone.’ No, too straightforward and that was going to make a pretty poor impression.

“Besides, if we can work this out, we might get a bit closer to finding out what’s going on here, right? There has to be an explanation for all this.”

He gave a nervous smile.

“I know a little bit about technology, but I figured it’d help to have more people...we could probably cover more ground, right?”

Computers and lab tech moreso than any kind of broadcasting equipment, but nobody else needed to know that.

Anxiolysis (Akihiko, Ichi, Noelle)

Ichigo couldn’t spend all day looking at the extremely strange boy dressed in black acting unrealistically happy. No, he had to find another way to spend his time. The message had left him feeling disturbed, but not as disturbed as Malachi’s reaction left him, or some of the other students melodramatic reactions. It seemed the people here were flighty, scared of something that could have easily been ripped from the internet or broadcasted as a prank. He wouldn’t run the idea past some people, there were still a lot of people he had left to meet personally - a hidden prankster could have been wandering about. It was a realistic possibility. Standing around wasn’t going to solve anything either, and with that thought in mind, Ichigo left to go explore the few remaining spaces on the ship that he hadn’t yet had a chance to look at.

“Um…! Pardon me. Do you mind if I could take a moment of your time? I was going to look around here, and I could use some help. Er, if you don’t mind…” Ichigo had just descended down the stairs and left the lobby when he heard a voice call out to him. He glanced toward the source, then to the other person nearby that must have heard it too. Was it him that was being called out to? Or the other person? Ichi glanced back to Akihiko and motioned to himself for a moment, and then motioned toward Noelle for another moment as if to question who he was referring to.

“Whose help are you looking for? Where did you want to look?” Ichigo asked.

He wasn’t sure how else to react to the questions being potentially directed at him. They were pretty specific, but also really vague. Where was Akihiko searching? What did he need help with? Perhaps the other person would want to know as well.

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Anxiolysis (Akihiko, Ichi, Noelle)

Being on a cruise ship, as it turned out, was pretty boring. There wasn’t a whole lot to see, and the sole saving grace was the fact there was a library. It gave him plenty of things to occupy his attention with, at the very least.

While he wouldn’t have necessarily been opposed to something introducing a bit of excitement to his routine, what happened was the very last thing he’d have wanted.

(What was that squelching? It sounded like…no. It couldn’t be, right?)

He sat upright in his bed, perfectly still, as his sleep-fogged brain struggled to process what was happening. And ultimately, he decided absolutely nothing was going to get sorted out until he had his coffee.

One trip to the kitchen later and some fumbling around with the coffee machine, he decided the biggest priority was to work out how this happened. Some exploring was in order. While the possibility this had occurred on a higher level was certainly possible, it was still worth exploring to try and sort out who’d done this. It had to just be a tasteless joke, right? The alternative was, well–

Not even worth considering. That sort of thing only happened in movies, after all. There was a perfectly rational explanation for all this. One that probably involved someone with a very off-color sense of humor.

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small sigh. Where to start? He thumbed through the maps on his keycard. Where would recording equipment be…? Nothing seemed like a particularly obvious location. But, an auditorium would have microphones, wouldn’t it? It was a start. He made it a point to grab a cup of coffee to go and vacated the kitchen.

Naturally, the initial results were underwhelming. Upon opening the door he saw an auditorium that was a.) empty, and b.) a bit on the barren side. Still, there could be something hidden. Maybe somewhere backstage, or hidden elsewhere, or with someone still guarding the room, probably with a knife or something–

Suddenly it was starting to seem like a bad idea to be doing this alone. Not that he was afraid of finding anything that would be most at home in a horror movie. Of course not– that would be absurd.

Nevertheless, he still backed out of the auditorium and took a deep breath. Regardless of how totally safe and harmless this whole sitaution probably was, it wouldn’t really hurt to have an extra set of eyes or two with him when he was looking, would it? And there were even two people in the hallway! What luck. He steeled his nerves and called out to the other two students.

“Um…! Pardon me. Do you mind if I could take a moment of your time? I was going to look around here, and I could use some help. Er, if you don’t mind…”

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Causing trouble, huh?

“Ah...haha. Yeah…”

(Well, that was one way of putting it.)

So when she went on to talk about the nuances of her craft, he listened intently, eager for the distraction. Her passion was obvious enough from the way she described things.

“...Mm. When you put it that way, I think all of us have talents that are like lifestyles. I mean, there’s a lot of dedication to even come close to mastering any kind of skill. Um, not that I think I’m anywhere near mastery myself...”

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the floor for a few moments.

“Oh...I guess you could say science runs in my family as well? And it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always done chemistry. It’s hard to imagine anything else at this point.”

A small laugh-- perhaps a bit forced-sounding.

“That’s really amazing, though. I’ve always admired artists. I mean, I guess some people see it as frivolous but...creation is something that’s uniquely human, isn’t it? That’s how I see it. I mean-- not that I’d know, personally. I guess I doodle sometimes, but that’s about the end of it.”

Still, something else stood out to him-- she’d mentioned a city name he hadn’t recognized. Was she foreign? That’d explain the accent, at least.

“Um. Tel Aviv…? That’s, er, Egypt? No, Israel?”

Geography was never his strong suit, after all. Maybe he just shouldn’t have said anything...

For Everything A Reason | Bina Meier | Prologue Reaction | [OPEN]

Bina grins wryly.

“I think it’s an obligation for every sibling to give their other sibling trouble, no matter what age or gender or whatever.”

She tilts her head as he latches onto her last statement, giving a hum between her teeth as she considers him, her hands dropping from their clasp to rest at her sides easily enough.

“Knitting… well, yeah, of course it’s an art. Crochet is very similar, in that with the way we twist the yarn around itself, we can invoke any sort of visual imagery, from a blanket, that when rippled in the colors of orange and brown and rust, evoke the image and feeling of flames, or a scarf that’s the shades of blue of the ocean deep, to make you feel like you’re swimming in it. That’s the /art/ of the talent - to be able to make a clothing item or whatever more than what it really is.”

She pauses to take a breath, then continues on.

“For me? It’s a lifestyle. People on both sides of my family have been knitting for generations. I had my first scarf done by the time I entered elementary school. For… various reasons, knitting has always been what I’ve turned too; for gifts, to calm myself when I’m anxious, or … or just anything in between. I understand knitting patterns better than I do math. It’s a lifestyle, because if I was just in it for the art, I would not be standing here right now in front of you. I’d be back home in Tel Aviv.”

Well, that answers at least that question (And maybe some unasked ones), but leaves like thirty more to be asked.

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?????

so someone asked for a yur] anon?

well here u go.

semesterofdesolation

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously.

"Ah, well, I've just got one... he gets into trouble a lot though. He means well, though."

It didn't escape his notice that her mood had abruptly dropped off for a few moments. He tensed, wondering if he'd said something wrong. And whatever she'd said to him... it didn't make a word of sense. But fortunately, it didn't last, and he eager for the chance to get on yet another new topic.

"A lifestyle...? How do you mean?

For Everything A Reason | Bina Meier | Prologue Reaction | [OPEN]

She chuckles slightly.

“I’m just very used to being surrounded by lots of small children. I have a older brother, personally, and Hadar acts like a small child most of the time, so it’s kind of like… I’m used to it. It being checking in on people and making sure they’re okay and taking care of booboos and bandages and why did you eat that, don’t put that in your mouth.”

Bina shrugs.

She listens to him talk on about his talent, a smile still on her face. She is geniuinely listening to him - she’s not just blank-eyed staring at him, but actually seems to be *following* what he’s going on about. Sure, she does history and languages and words more than she does sceinces, but it is of interest to her… more than just in a polite, curious way - and it shows in the way he says ‘help people!’, the small knitter looking like a sledgehammer hit her for the briefest of moments.

“آه، ولكن ليس هناك مساعدة بالنسبة لي، لم تعد…”

When she’s speaking in a native language, her accent is richer, less careful, the words falling off of her tongue. She then realizes Akihiko is still there, and gives him an apologetic smile, but does not bother to translate herself.

“Knitting is both an art and a lifestyle.”

She says this seriously.

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Well, they had a direction now! That was a relief. Everything seemed so much easier when there was a goal to focus on.

"I don't know much about ships either... but I think they're kind of like a captain? We should look for them first, then!"

He paused, fumbling with the keycard. There were apparently supposed to be maps here, somewhere...

"Weird. There's only two floors listed. Maybe something's broken?"

He frowned-- normally he was pretty good with technology. He'd always been surrounded by the most advanced devices available, after all.

"...Anyway! They've got to be somewhere. Let's start, um... on the second floor. Maybe they haven't left their cabin yet? That's probably it."

They'd probably just overslept! That was all. Nothing to worry about.

"And... if not I guess we can just go to another floor? There must be something."

He accepted the smaller boy's handshake with a smile. Now he just needed a conversation topic to keep things from getting too awkward while they explored.

"So...Narabayashi-san, are you a student too? What were you invited for?

Confused Ceramist Noises // Hayate Narabayashi // Re: Akihiko

Even with Akihiko clearly being just a touch uncomfortable with Hayate’s staring, the boy seemed to miss it entirely.

(which was obvious, if you knew- akihiko’s eyes weren’t what hayate was watching so closely, after all)

Regardless, Hayate’s face showed… surprise at the mention of the skipper, and he quickly pulled his ID card back out, flicking at the screen for a moment before quickly returning it back to his pocket. How’d he miss the mention of a skipper…? Ah, well, it was kind of a strange morning, it wasn’t too hard to believe he’d missed something like that.

“Oh! Oh, right. Do you know where the skipper might be? I wouldn’t really know where to start looking- I’m, um, not very familiar with cruise ship… stuff.”

Perhaps not the most eloquent way to phrase it, but it got the point across well enough. He shifted, reaching up to tug on his hood with his left hand and extending his right out to Akihiko for a handshake. As shaken as he was, Hayate hadn’t forgotten to be polite.

“Don’t worry about it, um, Murakami-senpai! It’s nice to meet you… even if, well, these circumstances are a little bit weird!”

He laughed quietly- though it obviously wasn’t wholly genuine. It sounded too forced, too unhappy for it to really be an actual laugh.

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

He gave a small smile in return.

"That's okay...! I've got a younger brother, myself."

And then the subject of their situation came up again, and his smile faltered slightly.

"Er, yeah... this is."

Unsettling? Disturbing? Forcing him to realize it probably wasn't normal for most people to shrug off losing possibly up to several minutes of consciousness?

"...Something."

The moment a subject change came up, he jumped on it.

"Right...! Well, the theories are just the basis of it-- it's what you do with them that matters. I work with pharmacokinetics, mostly...that's knowing how chemicals interact with living things. And from that you can create hypothetical chemical structures for new pharmaceutical drugs, and things like that. There's so much you can do with it to help people!"

He rubbed the back of his head, looking off to the side.

"...Er. Well, that's the general idea, anyway. That's just one aspect, though...it happens to be the one I focused on. My dad worked in the biomedical industry, so... anyway! Knitting is nice too...I've always liked the arts."

For Everything A Reason | Bina Meier | Prologue Reaction | [OPEN]

Bina catches the brief freeze, before she claps her hands together, the gold ring on her finger glinting, as she was needing to do something with her hands considering the fact that she doesn’t have her knitting basket with her. Otherwise at this point, she’d be working on a sweater quite furiously. She gives a little laugh after she does it, smile still on her face.

“Ah, I am sorry. I am used to taking care of children and my fiance, so to ask if others are okay when something major has happened. I do believe this situation counts as… major… for the most part, to be fair.”

She explains this quietly, her hands just clasping together in front of her waist as she considers his last question, before shaking her head - then pausing after a second, forced to push back her bangs out of her eyes again, giving him a rueful look in the process. She should have known better than that! She’s lived with this hair for _years_.

“Ah, no, no, I am fine!”

She protests, mostly meaning it.

“Ah, a theoretical chemist! Yes, I understand what the concept of a theory is, although it sounds a little more complicated than that based on what you’re talking about. I was best in my literature, grammar, and history classes. The only maths and sciences I can do is when it comes to my knitting.”

Which is mostly counting stitches and praying she did the right purl count for later.  

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

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[shsltheoreticalchemist]

She seemed friendly enough-- that was a good start, at least.

"Right...! This'll get sorted out quickly enough, I'm sure."

He blinked-- he'd nearly forgotten about introducing himself! How impolite.

"...Mmm. Um. Akihiko Murakami. I'm the Super High School Level Theoretical Chemist. It's kind of a lesser-known field, but it's not that hard to explain! It's like...exploring the concepts behind chemical interactions and using that to further our knowledge of science itself. It's really interesting, I could tell you more sometime..."

He trailed off, then laughed nervously.

"...Er, I mean, if you want to. I know it's not something everyone is interested in."

The last thing he wanted to do was give a lecture to someone who didn't want it, after all. Lecture mode might've been second nature for him, but it was best saved for the people who actually wanted to listen to it.

And when she started fretting over him, he froze up for a few seconds. That was unexpected. But then again...maybe not so much, considering how unusual all this was.

"...Huh? Um, I'm fine, I think...all things considered. More importantly, are you alright? You looked a little shaky before..."

For Everything A Reason | Bina Meier | Prologue Reaction | [OPEN]

Oh no, Akihiko, don’t worry about Bina standing up. Anyone would stand up weirdly when they don’t like waking up and don’t have a lot of physical strength. The tiny knitter hears someone respond to her, and she turns around, brushing her bangs out of her eyes at the movement, her eyes flitting from his chest up to his face, giving him a warm smile.

“I… I don’t… I mean– oh, yes, you’re right, we should probably look for the teachers. I mean, someone has to be here - the rules mentioned a ‘Ski-ski-.’”

Bina pauses, takes a deep breath, then tries the word again, still in Japanese,

“'Skipper’, after all. Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Bina Meier, the, um, super … high school level knitter.”

Bina is aware her talent is viewed as kind of lame and old fashioned, so her acknowledgement of it comes a little half-assed, even, in a quiet voice. She looks Akihiko up and down, cementing his voice to what he looks at, noting his green hair especially to his voice. She has no special vocal talents or anything like this, but she doesn’t have his name, so she’s got to start somewhere.

“It is nice to meet you! Are you okay? Not feeling sea-sick or anything?”

Ah, yes, the mothering has arrived.

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Well, he at least didn't seem to be too much the worse for wear, bizarre as this situation was. Being apparently stared down by the shorter boy was a tad bit unnerving, but it didn't seem threatening so much as...

...Well, he wasn't really sure. It was enough he found his eyes flicking off to the side and breaking eye contact fairly frequently.

"...Oh. Hmm. Well, that's alright. The rules said something about a skipper...so there's obviously someone who knows what's going on. We just have to find them, right?"

Right...! That was perfectly reasonable. Nothing for anything to panic about. His smile turned a bit more genuine-- until Hayate asked about his name. Just because they were in a somewhat unusual situation was no reason to forget about simple social protocols, after all.

"Um, that's alright...! It was pretty rude of me not to introduce myself, wasn't it? It's nice to meet you, Narabayashi-san. I'm. Um. A-K-I-H-I-K-O M-U-R-A-K-A-M-I. Does that help...?"

Confused Ceramist Noises // Hayate Narabayashi // Re: Akihiko

…Cold.

In the first groggy thoughts upon waking up, all he could gather was that his bed was unusually cold, and unusually hard. Of course, his first thoughts went to the idea that he might’ve accidentally fallen asleep in another room of the house. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d been woken up by one of his parents in the middle of the night because he’d fallen asleep in a chair somewhere and taken a tumble to the floor that woke everyone else up, after all… But, still, something else seemed off.

The smell…

Yeah, the smell of home was completely absent- instead of the familiar scents of [insert some shit here], he smelled… water. The biting smell of water kept carefully clean and salt water. And…

…

Hayate Narabayashi pushed himself onto his knees, taking his first look around the place. People were all around him- maybe a couple dozen or so- and seemed to be in the same shape he was, more or less. Some people had already picked themselves up off the ground and were talking or assessing the room around them, and others were still laying or crouching on the floor. Hayate figured they might’ve not had it in them to get up yet (he, himself, still felt a bit hazy and heavy). if others were, then he… could stay on the ground a little bit longer, too.

Not for long, though. Nearly all at once, people began to pull cards out of their pockets or bags, or bring attention to cards they’d had already in their hands. He shoved his hands into his pockets, fumbling around for a few moments, before finally finding the card in one of his pants pockets. But… the card only displayed rules. Nothing that really helped answer any questions, even if the rules about no violence and the like helped to relieve some of the anxiety that was nestled in his shoulders.

…Oh, but someone was trying to get his attention. Hayate dropped his hands to hip-height, watching the taller boy’s face intently (perhaps even too intently).

“Ah, um, well, I’m… I’m fine, I think. But… I don’t really know how we got here either.”

Probably a disappointing answer to hear. Hayate tucked his card back into his jacket pocket. No more fidgeting with that- besides, this new person was, honestly, much better conversation.

“I’ll take it that you don’t know, either, um…”

…

Heck.

Did he miss the guy’s name? Ugh, the guy probably introduced himself while Hayate was reading the information on the card, not realizing. He sighed softly under his breath. He sure hoped his first conversation in this new place wasn’t about to turn awkward…

“Um! I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. I’m Hayate Narabayashi- oh, and if you could spell your name, as, ah, weird of a request that is…”

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

Akihiko's first concern was someone was having significantly more trouble standing up than anyone else.

(Oh no. What if they'd been drugged, and she was dealing with the aftereffects? It could be an allergic reaction, or maybe just because she was smaller she was having more trouble with whatever they'd been dosed with getting out of her system--

No, that was ridiculous. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this. Something that didn't involve any silly conspiracy theories.)

"Um. Well, I wish I could say... I'm not sure myself. I guess you don't remember getting here either...?"

...That probably wasn't the best way to start things off, though. No need to cause unnecessary panic-- the calmer everyone was, the more likely they'd sort this out in an orderly manner.

"It's...probably nothing though! Or. Well, I mean, obviously something happened... but there's probably a reason, right? We just have to figure it out."

A pause, then a small, nervous laugh.

"I'm... not really sure where to start, though. Probably not here...I'll bet the teachers are somewhere else. Maybe we should start with that? Someone here has to know what's going on."

For Everything A Reason | Bina Meier | Prologue Reaction | [OPEN]

She had it all - a talent that was acknowledged by the elite academy, and the fact that she was in Japan for high school for a year. These two things, when used in combination, meant that Bina Meier was one of the group of students staring up in awe at the Stella Maris. Israel is not land locked at all - Tel Aviv is even right up against the beautiful Mediterranean Sea. The crown jewel of Hope’s Peak ships, however, is a sight that she very rarely gets to see… and Bina eagerly takes a step forward.

… but then it goes black.

… and then there is light.

“A-ah…?”

It is a sort of wobbly, not quite ‘broken’ sound from the small figure clad in black and blue from the floor. Bina pushes herself to sitting up, grimacing as she does so. Once she realizes that her basket is gone, she lets out a soft gasp, aiming to pull herself up - but the fact that she has nothing to lean on is prevalent, and she forces herself to crawl over to a wall to pull herself up, shaking slightly as she does so, letting out a hiss of breath, immediately checking her pockets.

“A-ah…?”

Oh, do stop repeating yourself, Bina.

She pulls out the pretty little beeping card, very much pleased with the colors, running her fingers across the card as she reads the rules set on the card. Well, those are her kinds of rules. To the point, obvious, and very friendship involving! She does wonder, briefly, who the skipper is, but she quickly shakes her head afterwards, glancing around, awed at the very different styles between many of her classmates.

However, after a few minutes, when it became clear no one was coming, the little knitter shifts her weight uncomfortably in her slinky boots, glancing at someone, anyone, biting her bottom lip. When she speaks more than a word, her accent is much more noticeable, her Japanese easy to understand if not very distinctive from most other voices in the group.

“Ah… I wonder what is going on…?“ 

[shsltheoreticalchemist]

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