[ video - thursday morning ] [ exaclan warning mini-event ]

[stoppedhiding]

[ He really doesn't want to do this. But if he doesn't, he knows it's not his head it will be on. There's really nothing he can do, and it will happen anyway -- all Golbez is doing is acting as a mouthpiece.

At 8AM on Thursday, the announcement happens. ]

Somebody in Rakuen has fallen below zero raks. The penalty will now commence.


[ The first victim is Sis Strider. From there, once every hour a different person will be selected for a five-minute warning penalty until America has zero or more raks. In order, the following victims include Dave Strider at 9AM, John Peixes at 10AM, Nunnally vi Britannia at 11AM, Jade Harley at noon, Dirk Strider at 1PM, Jake English at 2PM, and Bubblecup at 3PM.

As each victim is affected, they will appear on the Exaclan viewing screens and on computers connected to the network. Feel free to thread that out here, or in a new post if you would prefer.

There is no IC indication of who the culprit is unless he confesses to it himself. ]

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[smupette]

[Sis falls first? Damn right she falls. But not a sound will leave her, she just drops to the ground clutching the sides of her head. Fuck this shit. Who made up warning penalties anyways?

Anyone crossing Sis will see she is in pain, but fighting to hide it.]

[knightime]

[There's a crash. He kind of wish he was sitting at the time, but unfortunately he was on his way back to his seat. Dave is clutching his head and gritting his teeth. The sound of his knees hitting the floor painfully can probably be heard in the entire classroom and the sound of the chair scraping against the floor as he tries to steady himself once the pain finally subsides.

Who would think five minutes would feel that terrible for so long?]

1PM

[fracturedsoul]

[ Class has finally ended for the afternoon, and Dirk is heading to town to pick up some reading material at the library. Shit's hella boring when he's not fighting.

Out of curiosity, he takes his PDA out to see if that whole negative raks thing was ever resolved or, barring that, who the next victim is going to be. Huh, that's weird. The video that's popped up appears to be focused on... Shit.

In the next instant he goes down, and he's regretting having judged Sis earlier for not being able to handle it. He curls up into a ball right there on the sidewalk, one hand tugging at his hair and the other covering his mouth to keep himself from crying out. ]

Noon

[greenspaces]

[ Unlike the others, when it happens, she screams. And in the middle of the cafeteria, it's not likely that anyone in Fortitude is going to miss it.

It's like all her worst nightmares -- pain, black at the edge of her vision, just like dying she thinks, but worse because at least when she disappeared it didn't take long. The plate she was holding in her hands falls to the ground with a crash as she attempts to curl into a ball to wait it out. Tears leak down her face as she screams, something incoherent because she can't make real words right now.

Somewhere, about three minutes in, she falls to the ground, unable to stand. ]

2 pm | In his dorm but obvs still open to anyone

[goodboybestshot]

[He probably should have expected it to hit him eventually if it was hitting everyone else, if it already got Dirk. That didn't mean he was prepared for it. Imaginative and graphic descriptions didn't really hold a candle to what it felt like, and he was the one to arrive here with hair caked with blood and a concussion.

Jake was still in the dorm with Dirk when it slammed into him. Unlike Dirk who tried to keep it contained, Jake all but screamed as he doubled over, hands clawing at his hair.]

[forthward]

[on the way to class when the chair abruply stops and Nunnally suddenly lets out a pained scream, slumping forward in her seat and sliding out of the chair onto the ground, hands cluthing her head in a try to get rid of the pain, but failing.

she tries but can't stop the tears trickling down her face]

10am - wow late

[kingdomsgambit]

[ There's nothing like walking over to your next class and doubling over in complete pain, hands pressed tightly against your forehead and trying so hard to keep some basic dignity as you try not to scream in pain ]