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We're getting our holidays mixed up all over the place

'Twas two nights before Valentine's Day, and all through the school

Not a creature was stirring, not even a OH HOLY HELL someone opened another time rift. They told you kids to stop playing with interdimensional physics for a reason! You might cause a wormhole, or summon a demon from a corrupt universe, or maybe even rip someone out of a motorcycle death cage before they could be fully packaged as a dairy product for a sadistic teddy bear's breakfast.

In the boiler room, space itself yawned, and out shot a dude and a bike. It worked sort of like this. Needless to say, that was quite the crash. He busted through the water heater too, so pity to the soul who was taking a nice, hot shower.

Mondo got out pretty darn scathed, but way less scathed than he would have been if this freak accident never occurred in the first place. The bike, however... Kind of totaled! It was probably a blessing in disguise he had been tethered so tightly to that high seat back of his because it saved him from being flung into the wall. The bike slumped over next to the ventilator system and Mondo went with it, still shackled to his bike, too dizzy to even realize he crashed in the first place. His eyes were spinning in almost a literal sense. He'd be like that for quite some time.

It's late. Those keen on listening may have heard (or felt) a mysterious crash shake the student dorm building earlier that night, but after that piece of fanfare, it was over. Then nothing.

Later on, while your characters are trying to sleep, they might start to hear... painful, angry human voices? Hey, where are they coming from, anyway? They sound so far away, and yet so close. It sure isn't the haunted dorm, but you never know... Whatever it is, it sure does sound haunted. Moaning, groaning, the occasional outburst... You can just barely decipher what it's saying. Kind of sounds like it might be coming from the vents if you really search around.

((OOC: Basically, this post has three purposes. One, it's an announcement that the school is now ~haunted~ for a night. Two, you can use this post to have your dudes react to all the spooky noises (ie freak the fuck out or hide under your roomie's bed) or three: maybe you could even... go investigate?? If you're gonna do the lattermost, I would like to request that, if it's going to end in Mondo leaving the boiler room and getting helped out, it happen the next day (13th) and that it's kept to one thread of events so my head's not left spinning like Mondo's.))

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Ishimaru was totally smacked in the face with the pompadour.

He clutched his head, his words rising in both speed and volume until he was near hysterics again. "What did I see... What- what was there to see!? What do you want me to say?! There was nothing left! He ate you! He ate you!!"

What

"A-Aah?!? The hell is... The hell's that s'posed to mean?!" yelled Mondo, waking up a neighbor or two. "Are we talking about the same execution here?!"

The thought of Monobear consuming him was arguably on the same tier of terrifying as having his gang break up.

"I know what I saw!! Your... your body, it was gone... All that was left was that thing, and he devoured it!"

Speaking about someone's death with them while they were very much alive... it was surreal, but far from the strangest thing that had happened that night.

"Please, just-- just stop asking about it! I don't want to remember that! Please...!"

You'd have to be heartless not to take pity on Ishimaru's panic-ridden wailing. It was enough to make Mondo's chest hurt. As much as he was dying to know everything about what transpired, he let it go, for Ishimaru's sake. Emptying a sigh, he brought a hand to his shoulder and held it there firmly, hoping he would stop jerking around and calm down some. And maybe, just to remind him that he was here. Not there.

"Fine. We'll stop. Guess I should have been more aware of your feelings." ~~Trigger warning: #execution, #monobear, #butter~~ But he still had so many questions to ask. How did he end up here, of all places, when he had also died over there? Wasn't it natural to seek answers? There was probably a way to ask about it without referring to his death, which somehow involved... his remains being eaten. Wow, what a thing to shudder about.

"Still don't have a fucking clue about how the hell I wound up here. And how're you here? Is everyone else here too?"

"Thank you."

He immediately grasped Mondo's hand tightly in both of his own, forcing himself to take some deep breaths until his frame stopped shaking. One day he might be able to talk about what happened just after the execution a little more rationally, but not on an already emotionally-charged night like this. At least it was only in the privacy of his own dorm, in front of the one person he'd already bared his entire soul to before; he knew that if this had happened anywhere else, he would have had to struggle to keep his composure and dignity and remain focused on the tasks at hand... and he likely would have failed.

That wasn't to say he didn't resent himself a little for completely losing it now. Deep breaths. In, out...

They were both here now. That was the important thing.

Whether he was on duty or not, it was still all on him to relay everything he knew to Mondo, as long as it wasn't that. He shut his eyes tightly and fought to banish images of bears and pancakes from his mind, instead trying to picture the other students who were here - or had been here.

"...Enoshima and Ludenberg are both here, too. None of us have any recollection of leaving Hope's Peak. I had woken up in my bed, back home... With an acceptance letter to this school I had no knowledge of."

He paused, furrowing his brow. Should he really say it?

"...Fujisaki had also come here shortly after I did. He was the first of our classmates I met here. Before that, I was so sure it was all just a dream. I'm not sure what to think, now. Is any of this even real? Was any of that?"

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Ishimaru had already thrown him for a loop at Enoshima. But to hear him say Fujisaki opened up another can of worms entirely. Waaaaay too fucking much to take in at once. How Mondo didn't faint from the shock of it all by now was a mystery.

"F-Fujisaki...!" He habitually brought his hand up and furled his fingers like he could grab at air. That meant his hand tightened grip on Ishimaru's shoulder too. "Shit!! Where is he now?!"

"He said he was going back to Japan."

Back to the place that should have produced at least a few news articles about the nation's best and brightest students suddenly disappearing, but no matter how many times Ishimaru checked the internet, nothing came up. Was it just one of the mysteries of this place, or did it mean something more?

"He was here for three months... and he was very much alive, just as you are now."

"..."

He didn't know what to say. Was he glad the murder he committed failed to be murder anymore? Or was he dreading the potential for them to cross paths again? Ishimaru may not have completely abandoned ties with him (which was actually a huge relief, even though he knew he didn't deserve it), but Chihiro was probably terrified of him. And rightly so. Ugh... That meant he remembered...

But he was going back to Japan somehow. You mean they WEREN'T in Japan?!? Well that explains why this place is so freaky weird... A glimmer of hope shone through! It meant he could go home too and finally see what happened to the Crazy Diamonds! It had been bothering him relentlessly, what with that stupid faked video and the threat to have his secrets revealed. "So we can go back!" he cried in all his sparkling revelation. Then...

Why hadn't Ishimaru gone back yet? If he knew he could do it whenever he liked...

"But now something's bugging me. Why haven't you left this place?"

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"School isn't on holiday yet."

"You're an idiot."

"What?!"

"Aa? You deaf? I said you're an idiot." He removed his hand from his shoulder and crossed his arms, leaning back so he could rest his head against something soft. "What's the point of hanging around a school like this when you have unfinished business somewhere else?" Mostly he was gathering from his own experience, but he was pretty sure Ishimaru would fulfill his dreams better over in the country he planned to change rather than whatever one they were in now. "Who cares whether this place is on holiday or not? Wait..."

That meant he was attending school here in the first place. But something wasn't adding up! Something glaringly temporal.

"...How long have you been going to school here for?"

"I came here in October... It's February now. Are you trying to tell me I've been wasting these past four months?!" He clutched at the bedsheets, the perpetual frown deepening. This school... It really was more chaotic than any education facility he'd ever heard of, with Hope's Peak being the obvious exception. But he would take unruliness over true despair any day of the week.

"So, should I have just returned to Hope's Peak?! Or continued going to a private academy my family does not have the money to spare for, knowing that this school that sent a mysterious acceptance letter was asking for nothing?! ...If I weren't here, I would not have seen you again..."

No wonder there seemed to be a contradiction in what he understood to be happening around here- what... little understanding he had, anyway. He'd been flying with the assumption that he crashed here (still didn't get how that was EVEN A THING), that somehow a seemingly unrelated batch of students had escaped Hope's Peak and were accepted to this school (even dead ones- how did that work again? How did any of this shit work...) and... well. There really wasn't any cohesive way this story fit together, but to hear Ishimaru had been here for four months among everything else he was hearing confounded his sense of time.

His brain hurt more than ever. "None of this is making any fucking sense..." he groaned, rubbing at his forehead. "Just wanna sleep forever..."

He may have lost all sense of time, but he could certainly sense what time it was: time to give up hope on trying to understand.

"Do you understand what I mean now, when I say I can't possibly explain anything about this place?"

He exhaled a puff of air that might have been a tired, half-hearted attempt at a chuckle, or maybe even a derisive snort. He couldn't even muster up the panic Mondo's words might have given him earlier at the height of his hysterics. He still didn't like the implications, though.

"...You should get some rest. But you have to promise me that you will wake up."

The state of Ishimaru's ongoing emotional turmoil caught up with him once more. He remembered that heartbroken face again and felt like such an asshole about how it was his damn fault he had to go through that. And if it had been four months or whatever, imagine how he lived with the shock and horror of it weighing down on him. He didn't really want to. Mondo wasn't an expert on psychological assessments, but he had to guess that after something that disturbing, there was no way he didn't come out of it scarred. In a way, he could relate.

He removed a hand from his head and felt around in the dark for Ishimaru, got him around the shoulders, and pulled him down snug next to him. "You know, I haven't been so good at keeping promises. But this seems like a good place to start."

He didn't even put up enough of a resistance to point out that there was in fact another bed on the side of the room. Even though Ishimaru's own bed wasn't exactly built for two people, for an occasion like this, there was no harm in sharing it for the night. Besides, there was no time to make sure the other bed's sheets, which had been untouched since his former roommate's departure, were washed and dried and ironed before Mondo made use of it.

(Ishimaru hoped he'd be able to wake up in time to get all that laundry started before class.)

He rolled just enough so he could comfortably rest his head on Mondo's chest, content to just listen to his heartbeat and his breathing. All the small noises that confirmed that yes, he was alive.

"I won't let you break any more promises." He spoke softly, giving in to the urge to let his eyes close. "That is my promise to you."

For the first time since he got here, Mondo cracked a smile. If there was a silver lining in all this mayhem, he found it in Ishimaru. Filled with the warmest of adoration, he drew him even tighter to him, laughing while he brought out his free hand to muss up his hair.

"Something tells me I can count on someone like you."

Even after his failures in Hope's Peak, could he really be counted on for something so important? ...Hearing his brother say it was enough to give him the resolve to whatever it took to prove his dependability. He'd do his best, and more.

The best response he could muster up for now was a pleased hum before he finally drifted into a sleep that was much more peaceful than the last.

ishimaru ended up sleeping through two of his classes and when he woke up and realized it he punched mondo in the dick and cried for the rest of the day

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We're getting our holidays mixed up all over the place

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Hahaha Cress is one of their neighbours, WE CAN MAKE IT WORK

So that's what his first-person sample was referring to...

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