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

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

'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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[roses_are_blue]

[...And Garry never slept that night.]

YOU DID THIS... YOOOU DIIIIIID THIIIIIS

[forgetbeam]

It isn't the first time Ishimaru's dreams are plagued by memories of the execution. But never before have his brother's voice been so vivid within them. The sounds reaching his ears from the vent beneath his bed leak through to his subconscious, twisting into inhuman shrieks of agony. Bitter accusations flying at him like bullets; you didn't stop this, it's your fault, you should be up here instead.

I'm sorry, he wants to say, but no matter how much he moves his lips he just can't get the words out. He wants to run - run far away from here, run to the execution stage and find some way to stop it - but his legs can't move. Even if they could, he's being held back by a pair of firm dark hands, restraining him because he still had the strength to struggle and fight before the execution began.

Now he can only watch helplessly as the motorcycle becomes a blur in the death cage, can't look away, why can't he look away, he doesn't want to see this!! Mondo's voice seems louder than ever and Ishimaru can't even drown it out with his own screaming.

He tosses and turns and cries in his sleep, but he can't free himself from his nightmare.

[makesithot]

[ HE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO SAY IT, BUT...

Chili did not get any sleep that night. He almost wanted to go find Cress and stay with him, but that would be being a big baby. Besides, he couldn't exactly remember Cress's new room number, and that was also frustrating. And he didn't want to wake Cilan up and have him lose any sleep...

So he'd just lay there all night, trying to sleep. Each time he almost fell asleep, he'd just wake right back up. What a frustrating night. ]

[wheresmydamntea]

"Can I not stop by the school to pick up paperwork without a problem?" Cid looked around the small room he called an office, trying to determine where these sounds were coming from. They didn't remind him of anything good.

"What kind of a prank is this!" He shouts to the walls.

[will_be_god]

Something had happened that shouldn't have. Cyrus was sure of that much. It reminded him, ever so briefly, of that day years before...only not nearly as important or impactful.

But something was unsettling about the sensation, as fleeting as it was.

So he decided to do what anyone would do in that situation, and that was to promptly get on his computer and describe in great detail what was going on for his notes.

But that meant he was online and anyone would be able to talk with him.