dramadramaduck | In Which Someone Thinks Utena Wants Them Dead [accidental video; canon move]

[The video opens on five students near some stairs--four girls and a boy. Three of the girls are together near the rail; the fourth is sitting on the stairs. Utena is nowhere to be seen.] Rats. He was so cold...

Sibling relationships are so complex. [The boy leans against the railing, bemused. The girl on the stairs turns around to glare at him. The other three flinch in sympathy. He coughs.]

What does that mean?

[The boy coughs again.] You really have no idea? Have you done something that someone might want you dead for?

How rude...

[The three girls look at each other before one of them speaks.] That's right. Nanami-sama is careful about leaving a trail. [Another nods.]She'd never get her own hands dirty!

I see...

Don't listen to them! [Nanami glares at the group. The boy looks apologetic.] You may believe that this is none of your concern but someone may be planning to take my life this very moment!

[As soon as Nanami finishes, a baseball comes out of nowhere and slams into her head. The onlookers stare speechless. The group of girls all yell "Nanami-sama!" As they look to see if Nanami is alright, Utena comes on screen. ]

Sorry, sorry! We didn't think it would go this far! [Utena seems apologetic but as she looks around she just looks confused. She doesn't seem to notice Nanami.] Let's see... Where's the ball? Did you guys see the ball?

[Nanami stands upright quickly, the baseball stuck to her face.] So it was you! [She tries to dive towards Utena but the other girls hold her back.] You're the one who tried to drop a flowerpot on me, rolled a pile of logs towards me, and pushed me down the stairs! It was all YOUR FAULT!

What are you even talking about?

Don't play dumb!

Calm down, Nanami-sama. We don't even know for certain yet!

Whatever. [Utena looks at Nanami, the boy, and the girls holding her back. She just holds out her hand.] I just want my ball back.

[The video cuts out.]

(Normal is Utena, Bold is Miki, Italics is Nanami, and Bold Italic is Nanami's posse)

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Utena-san!

Nagisa-san! [She's surprised at the notification of a comment but...she sighs quickly. Oh, the community. Oh well. She cheers up right away.] Nanami-san is okay! Even if I think she's kind of being paranoid--if she wasn't fine she wouldn't have gotten up and started yelling at me like that.

Are you gonna be okay?

Me? Oh, yeah, sure. Mickey talked sense into her before she could do something she'd regret.

What is with these people?

She's just a drama queen. The guy, Miki... He's on the school council. He's not so bad.

Why would someone really send logs after somebody they hated?

Eh, to be honest? I don't think anyone's trying to kill her--she's just unlucky. Falling down stairs, nearly being hit by a flowerpot and the logs...even getting hit in the head with my baseball.

You know weird people.

Oi. You think my school is alive.

You said that, not me!

You practically did!

I said it was messed up. Who thinks a school is alive?

You said it was trying to control my mind or something.

I still don't think a school is alive, even a weird school with weird people.

It's no weirder than any other school. Really, you're just about as paranoid as Nanami-san.

I can't believe this. You go to Rome and get brainwashed.

I'm not brainwashed!

Anyone can see it!

How, exactly, am I brainwashed?!

You think this stuff is normal, obviously.

Doesn't everyone think their world is normal?

I used to.

And who's to say that mine isn't normal, then?

Ow, that looked like it must have hurt! Was she alright?

Nanami-san? Yeah, she's okay. Still severely paranoid but fine.

Does she really think someone's trying to... kill her?

In Which Someone Thinks Utena Wants Them Dead [accidental video; canon move]

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