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newssplashy · 7 years ago

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Pulse Blogger: Tips for surviving NYSC orientation camp

3weeks in NYSC Orientation Camp seems like such a long time, but it can feel way longer and unbearable when you arrive unprepared.

Now you are done with registration and your call up and state of deployment has been released. These are the actual things you will be needing.

Things you will need

3 pairs of white shorts: this is because when you arrive camp, NYSC gives 2 extra shorts. (If you are really plus size , then buy 5 or 6 comfortable white shorts before you arrive. This is because NYSC gives 2 pairs of uniform free size shorts. I am a size 12 and mine was just as fine as it was on a size 8, maybe firmer and shorter, but it worked

3 pairs of white round neck T-shirt: 2 extra will be given, but it's better you buy your preferred texture of white T-shirts.

A pair of white rubber canvas: There is always an activity going on and most are mandatory, rubber canvas is easier to clean and good for any weather. Notwithstanding, Nysc will also give you white tennis shoes when you arrive.

Disposable underwear: Washing isn't the problem, drying is. Save yourself the hassle and buy 4 packs of sets of 6 to be safe.

Sanitary towels: Either pads or tampons. Remember you will be on white most times, so purchase your safest and most trusted option.

Sunscreen: lectures, parade, sports and other activities. All these will be performed outdoor. Our nation is a tropical region so no matter the state and season, the sun will be out to play from time to time. It is important that you strap yourself with some sunscreen to protect you from sunburn.

Antiperspirant, Deodorants: your 3 weeks in camp will very active. Buy antiperspirants to keep you feeling fresh all day long.

Towel and toiletries: soap, sponge, toilet paper etc.

Sun shades: to protect you from the sun.

Money- 40,000 - 45,000: This amount will cover your laundry, feeding and indulgence.

Read Also: NYSC says corps members won't be withdrawn from Plateau state

Things you should know

About Registration: if you are reading this post, don't go ahead and join the queue and rush on the first day. Chill till the second day, the people who love being early would have been done and registration will be easier and faster.

About feeding: as much as I did big girl and never had food from kitchen, if your stomach isn't very sensitive and you notice the food is edible, join the crowd and save money ( I'm a sucker for saving these days).

About friends: don't go ahead and start being an unnecessary social butterfly because half of the people you chill with in camp will be posted to local governments far away from you, so choose a few productive friends for network sake.

About health: if you have any medical condition. Whether major or minor, bring a medical report. I hate to be doubted when I complain, so I had to suck in a pain under my feet just because I didn't have any evidence.

About relationships: don't go to camp with the aim of meeting your husband to avoid getting used. Make healthy friends and let the wind blow.

About laundry: There will be ladies rendering laundry services in camp, it is better to patronize them so your clothes won't get missing or mixed up when you wash. And they deliver quickly for 50 naira per item and 100 naira for khaki.

Read Also: Corps members offer free medical services in Yobe

Things you should do

Join a faction : Red Cross, taekwondo, OBS, security committee, sport committee, parade, these are a few groups you could join when you arrive camp depending on your interest.

Play a sport: if you are not the sporty type, that's fine. If you are , don't sleep walk through the 3 weeks, there will be football, volleyball and track events as well as sport competitions.

Join a SAED(skill acquisition and entrepreneurship development): SAED is an activity created to help corpers learn a skill. There will be ICT , leather works, Ankara bag making, dress making, makeup and more. SAED classes are held for a week so be wise enough to join something you are interested in or curious about and try to grab as much as you can, so you can enroll for a more professional class at a cheaper rate.

Obey the rules: if you violate any camp rule, you will be decamped. Meaning, you can be suspended from participating in NYSC for 1 to 2 years.

Smile: it might be tough or sometimes stressful, be sure to smile through it all because a lot of people pray daily to be in your shoes.

With these few tips, you are set and ready to enjoy this beautiful one time experience.

Written by Obianuju Amaeshi.

Obianuju Amaeshi is a lifestyle / food/ restaurant blogger. Reviewing the best restaurant and cafes all around Nigeria. Her opinions are honest and undiluted, although her criticism is constructive. She loves to share her experiences and point people in the direction to get value for their money. Instagram: @restaurantcritic_ng , email: [email protected]

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 4 years ago

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one of my favorite dumb fan theories is that Princess Peach is secretly genuinely into Bowser and Mario is just the ultimate wingman, which is why he spends weeks jumping all over the Mushroom Kingdom wasting time before finally getting around to “””””rescuing”””””” her every time she’s been “”””””kidnapped””””””

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 7 years ago

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Naegiri Week Day 7 - Soft

Technically a sequel to my day 5 fic. Also, the longest fic I’ve written for the week, so that’s an appropriate sendoff, right? Now that I’ve had an excuse to start writing fanfiction again, I might end up writing some more? I have some ideas bouncing around. Idk.

Aoi Asahina had had a lot on her plate in the past couple of days. Originally she’d thought she was being haunted, but then it turned out that the “ghost” in question was an artificial intelligence her dead friend had uploaded onto a school laptop. If that wasn’t enough to handle, there was also Ishimaru’s unpredictable emotional state, Monokuma’s 10 million yen motive, and the added threat of Genocider Syo running wild around the school. Hina had always tried her best to stay positive, but she could feel fear and panic creeping into her veins every moment she wasn’t keeping herself busy with exercise.

The newly-discovered third floor of Hope’s Peak had one of the least convenient designs she’d ever seen as far as getting from place to place quickly went, but the silver lining was that it made a pretty decent running track in the absence of any access to the outside world. Hina was currently just a few meters ahead of Sakura in a friendly race she’d initiated—Sakura certainly outclassed her in terms of sheer strength but Hina usually pulled ahead when it came to tests of speed—when she found herself having to come to a dead stop with a couple of meters to spare. She stumbled in the process, but was held standing by the obstacle standing in her way.

“Woah! Hina?” Naegi looked a bit harried, which Hina supposed was fair given that she’d nearly run in to him at full speed.

Sakura came to a stop next to them, the whole building seeming to shudder with the force of her footfalls. “Naegi. Our apologies; we thought you were busy speaking with Ishimaru.”

Naegi let out a breath and ran a hand through his already-messy hair glumly. “I was trying to. He’s… more responsive than he was, but he’s not really making a lot of sense. He really didn’t want me around for some reason, so I gave up.”

Asahina frowned, her worry for her friends catching up with her despite her attempts to outrun it. “At least he’s talking again,” she tried to offer weakly. Sakura placed a hand on her shoulder; she took that to mean that her attempts at positivity weren’t very convincing.

“I think his exact words were, ‘Get out of my face, you soft bastard,’” quoted Naegi. Now that Hina got a better look at him, she didn’t just think it was the surprise of almost running into her that had him looking so bad. Naegi’s eyes were tired and baggy, his voice dull, and his hair even more of a bird’s nest than usual.

“Ishimaru is working through his grief. You must not take his words to heart,” assured Sakura.

Naegi mustered a small, grateful smile. “I know. Thanks, Ogami. But…” His eyes drifted downward. “I kind of worry he might be right about some things.”

“Like what?” said Hina. It was inappropriate, and it wouldn’t have happened if she weren’t so damn stressed, but a slight laugh escaped her lips. “I don’t think he’s really possessed by Owada’s spirit.”

“No, not that…” Naegi rushed to say. He chewed his lip hesitantly, then finally managed, “Am I really too soft?”

She was surprised by the question. Hina honestly liked Naegi. He was probably her second best friend here, after Sakura, and his kindness and forgiving nature were what made him such a good friend in the first place. If the rest of the group—especially that jerk, Togami—were more like Naegi, she wouldn’t have to be so afraid. It had never even occurred to her that those traits could be interpreted as a bad thing.

As always, it didn’t take long for Sakura to offer sage, eloquent advice. “To leave oneself open and vulnerable to others is an act of courage. Though we all benefit from your bravery, you also put yourself at risk because of it. Perhaps, where Ishimaru once admired you, he now worries for you. Regardless, you alone may choose who you want to be.”

Naegi was silent for a long moment, head angled downward and eyes gazing off into space. Finally, he nodded, and though he still looked sad and exhausted, his gaze wasn’t quite as lost as it was when they’d initially collided. “That was… really well-put, Ogami. Thank you.”

Sakura bowed her head, a satisfied smile on her face. “I am glad to help put your mind at rest, Naegi. Perhaps your body should follow its example.”

“I’m having trouble sleeping too,” offered Hina. She’d never be the steady, supportive figure that Sakura was, but her friend was clearly hurting, and she wanted to do what she could to help him, even all she could do was empathize. “It helps when I get a lot of exercise. Do you want to come running with us?”

“I don’t think I could keep up,” admitted Naegi, shrugging bashfully. Then he frowned, looking thoughtful. “Actually… there was someone else I wanted to check on. I’ll see you guys at dinnertime?”

“Sure! Maybe we’ll even get dessert this time!” Asahina managed a genuine smile at the thought.

“Good luck in your endeavors, Naegi.”

“You too!”

Before long, he was headed down the stairwell. Sakura frowned as she realized that they’d moved quite a bit since engaging Naegi in conversation. “I’m afraid I’ve lost track of our positions in the race. Shall we start over?”

Hina took her friend’s hand and started the long trek back to the physics lab. “You’re on!”

Alter Ego hadn’t reported anything amiss today, which was a relief for Kyoko. Between Yamada, Ishimaru, and—the real threat—Monokuma, protecting the artificial intelligence from any surprise visitors was becoming quite the time-consuming endeavor. Her investigation was really starting to lag.

She’d prowled the third floor for a bit after her… disagreement with Naegi, but hadn’t been able to focus well on her work, which only served to anger her even more. At least with Alter Ego, she didn’t have to make any deductions; it was just a matter of making sure the laptop stayed in the changing room.

That was where she was standing when she heard the door open behind her. Kyoko spun around, ready to confront the newcomer, only to freeze as she saw that it was the one person she was especially not in the mood to see. “Naegi?” Her voice didn’t come out as forceful as she would have liked. “What are you doing here?”

He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt, but he didn’t flinch at her words. “I…” He paused, cleared his throat, and tried again. “I just wanted to say that I understand why you said what you did. Yesterday, I mean. When you asked me what I did for fun and I said—“

“I know what you mean.” This was unexpected. It wasn’t like she thought he’d take her words to heart and end up cautious and guarded like her; an increasingly loud part of her really didn’t want him to. But at the very least, she thought she’d made things between them awkward enough that Naegi wouldn’t go seeking out her company any more.

Maybe she’d misjudged him. For all his seemingly passive nature, it seemed that Naegi really was the kind of person to confront his problems head on. She supposed he’d already proved that much in the class trials. Was that what this was, then? A confrontation? But he didn’t look angry…

“You were trying to warn me, right?” he pressed on. “Trying to get me to be more careful. I didn’t know why you said that stuff at first, but you were really just worried about me…” He trailed off and swallowed, suddenly looking unsure. “…I mean, I think.”

“You’re not…” Kyoko sighed. She’d begun her response before she had the chance to think better of it. No going back now, then. “You’re not wrong.” She frowned down at the bench nearby, avoiding eye contact. She really hoped she wasn’t blushing.

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the relief in his voice as he continued, “G-Good! Well, it’s not ‘good,’ but what I mean is, ‘thank you.’ It… it really means a lot that you’d worry about me.”

“You take enough risks that it’s hard not to,” she replied. She could hear an acerbic tone creep into her voice, and it was almost a relief. Annoyance, bitterness, they were safe enough emotions to reveal. If she was irritated, that meant she wasn’t… anything else.

“I know.” He swallowed again. “And… I don’t think I’m going to stop.”

Another curveball. Kyoko was beginning to suspect that she had no idea where this conversation was going. It was a new sensation.

“I said before that I was going to carry our lost friends with me, and I’ve decided I want to carry me, too—er, if that makes any sense. I don’t want to change who I am.” Naegi took a heavy breath. “If I’m too soft, then I’m too soft. But that’s just me.”

There was a long silence. Finally, Kyoko raised her head, looking at him again. He had the same determined look on his face he had when he was presenting evidence at the class trials. His voice had even stopped wobbling at the very end of his soliloquy, sounding less like the gullible mess that insisted on buddying up to every potential murderer in the school and more like the competent investigator that remained objective and logical as he helped her put the pieces of each case together.

Except that was an idiotic comparison, because they were the same person. He wasn’t Fukawa. Naegi who got framed for murder because he couldn’t get over his middle school crush, Naegi who had found the truth regardless, Naegi who wanted to be friends with a literal serial killer, Naegi who had found that serial killer’s identity where trained police had failed for years, Naegi who she had yelled at, Naegi who she was just starting to accept that she might actually kind of like—it was all him.

Maybe she didn’t need to worry about him after all.

“You’re not too soft,” she finally admitted. “You’re a little soft, yes, but if you were too soft, you wouldn’t still be alive right now.”

Kyoko had never had much of a talent for giving pep talks.

Still, his face lit up, and before either of them could react, he threw his arms around her pulled her into a tight hug. Kyoko froze, arms standing stiffly at her sides, and it didn’t take long for Naegi to notice her reaction and release her. “S-Sorry! I don’t, uh, I don’t know why I did that. All I meant to do was say thank you. So. Thank you! And I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Naegi backed out the door in a flurry of apologies, bowing and blushing furiously. Kyoko could only watch him go, face gone absolutely blank with shock. She could feel her cheeks burning as she sat heavily on the bench.

Scratch that. She definitely needed to worry about him.

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 7 years ago

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Naegiri Week Day 6 - Away

I had to work my favorite character (and my other DR OTP) in here at some point. I love Toko.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Go away!”

Komaru grimaced, withdrawing her hand from the bathroom door. “Toko, come on! It’s just Makoto and Kirigiri! I thought you were friends with them!”

“I’m friends with you, and I don’t want to see you either!” came the muffled response. Wow, that was… actually kind of sweet, as far as things Toko yelled when she’d locked herself into the apartment’s bathroom went. She hadn’t even denied that she considered the two others friends.

Komaru sighed and turned back to her guests. “I’m sorry about this. Surprises make Toko kind of anxious, and when she gets anxious, she tends to…” She gestured helplessly at the door.

The couple had flown in to Towa City by helicopter earlier that day, only calling via radio about an hour previous to inform Komaru and Toko of their impeding arrival. That lack of warning was rare, for Makoto at least; usually the two siblings would plan their meetings with each other extensively before they actually occurred. Toko had said something about Kirigiri being “an insensitive boor who never thinks of other people” before bunkering down in the bathroom, which seemed to imply that the late notice was probably her doing, though Komaru had long since learned not to trust Toko’s judgment when it came to other people. She hadn’t spoken much with Kirigiri herself, but it was easy to see that Makoto absolutely adored her, and Komaru knew that he was certainly a lot better with people than Toko was. She just hoped her brother’s girlfriend wouldn’t end up thinking ill of the two of them.

Makoto waved off his sister’s apologies. “No, we’re sorry. We should have given you two more time to prepare. It’s not polite to just drop in like this.”

“Then drop out!” came Toko’s frustrated yell. “Come back later! Never, even!”

“Toko!” Komaru glared at the bathroom door as though her roommate could somehow see her disapproving look. Maybe she could; Komaru could easily picture Toko huddled against the opposite side of the door, glasses askew as she glared at nothing in particular. “Is this just because you’re self-conscious? You look fine; you always do!”

Toko tried to scoff loud enough to be heard through the door, but it turned into a coughing fit instead.

If Kirigiri was at all phased by the “welcome” they’d received, she didn’t know it. Komaru supposed that she and Makoto had known Toko even longer than she had, though it felt strange to think about. All her life before the Monokumas attacked felt like a dream, or the kind of faraway childhood memory that you weren’t entirely sure your mind hadn’t simply manufactured. Her current life started, more or less, with Toko.

Glancing between Makoto and Kirigiri, where they were not-so-subtly holding hands, Komaru wondered if they knew the feeling.

“Is there a reason you guys came today? Not that I don’t like seeing you...“ It was a good thing Toko was too busy clearing her throat to respond to that one. Komaru continued, “But, like, you didn’t come here to tell me any bad news or anything, did you?”

“No, nothing negative. And I’m afraid the late notice was my fault,” said Kirigiri, confirming Komaru’s suspicions. “I only sprung it on Makoto last night.”

“Yeah, and we wanted you to be the first one to know!” cut in Makoto. “Well… one of the first. I didn’t think you would mind us giving Fukawa the news at the same time, and I’m pretty sure Hagakure knows because he said some stuff yesterday that sort of implied—“

“I certainly didn’t tell Hagakure,” interrupted Kirigiri, sounding insulted.

“Yeah, I figured, but all that ‘psychic’ stuff does seem to work for him sometime…”

“Just coincidences. There’s no way that that man of all people has supernatural powers—“

“Oh my god!” The cry came from behind the bathroom door. “Spit it out already! Is she knocked up or what?!”

“Wh—“ Makoto turned bright red, holding up his hands defensively. “Kyoko isn’t pregnant; we’re engaged!”

Komaru gaped, first at him and then at his outstretched hands. She hadn’t been able to see it when he had been busy holding hands with Kirigiri, but now that there were no obstacles between her and his right hand, she could see a gold ring on the ring finger.

“Makoto!” she squealed, rushing forward to embrace him, and her new sister-in-law, too, when she was forcibly shoved out of the way. She turned to blink at the open bathroom door, and then back at Makoto, whose engagement ring was being inspected by a suddenly personable Toko. Komaru caught her brother’s eye and he merely shrugged good-naturedly.

“You really made your girlfriend be the one to propose? Of course you did,” Toko was saying, her tone somewhere between impressed and scornful. She picked up his hand and held the ring to the light, admiring the way it shone. “Wow. Kirigiri, your taste in jewelry is definitely better than your taste in boys.”

Kirigiri cleared her throat, eyeing Toko with annoyance. “He didn’t make me do anything,” she corrected, cheeks tinted slightly. “I know I can be reticent, so I thought it would be meaningful if I was the one to make such a grand gesture. That’s all.”

With her brother occupied by Toko’s interest, Komaru took the opportunity to walk up and hug Kirigiri. The detective stiffened in surprise, but didn’t move to break contact. “I’m so happy for you guys,” Komaru gushed.

Eventually, Toko regressed to sulking, this time over the fact that her old classmates had gotten engaged before she’d even gotten to go on a proper date with “Master,” though at least this time she was content to do so in the same room as all of them. Usually her obsessing over Togami bothered Komaru, but right now, Komaru was too happy to feel jealous. She threw her arms around Makoto as soon as he was free, and spent some time admiring his engagement ring as well.

“Kirigiri, can I see yours, too?” she asked, bouncing up and down excitedly as she maneuvered so that she had one arm around each of them.

“Oh, it’s on under her—“

Kirigiri cut her fiancé off simply by taking hold of her right glove with her left hand and, with only minimal hesitation, slipping it off completely. Komaru gasped.

Her hand was dark red and riddled with burn scars, yes, but that wasn’t the issue. Situated on her ring finger was a thin—so as not to mess up the fit of her gloves, Komaru imagined—gold band with diamond-cut gems encrusted at regular intervals. The gems themselves were a soft lavender that matched Kirigiri’s hair. “Wooow!” She was too preoccupied to notice the touched, proud look Makoto was shooting his fiancée over her head.

“Gee, go ahead and rub it in,” grumbled Toko nonsensically, apparently ignoring the fact that she’d previously come out of hiding just to admire Makoto’s ring.

Kirigiri replaced her glove before long, an uncharacteristic vulnerability in her eyes as she did so, only to be embraced again by Komaru. “Welcome to the family,” Komaru said softly.

Her new sister-in-law’s response was a short, genuine smile.

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 7 years ago

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Naegiri Week Day 4 - Sweet

Some short, plotless fluff that takes place before the game. Featured: references to manga I really liked as a teenager. For reference, L is a character from Death Note, who is a genius detective with numerous eccentricities (also, I’ve had a crush on him since I was 14), and Shinichi Kudo is a teenage detective prodigy and Sherlock Holmes fanboy as well as the protagonist of Detective Conan.

Before they started dating, Makoto had no idea how much of a sweet tooth the usually cool and refined Kyoko Kirigiri had. Honestly, she could probably give Asahina run for her money in a pastry-eating competition, if it weren’t for the fact that Kyoko had enough of a self-preservation instinct to keep from devouring an entire box of donuts in one sitting. But being health-conscious didn’t keep her from relishing the taste of sugar when she had it.

“You know, there used to be a manga series about a genius detective who loved sweets,” he pointed out one day as they lounged in his dorm room. Well, Makoto was lounging. Kyoko was sitting properly, with her back straight, and indulging in the bag of sugary candy Naegi had bought from the vending machine at the school store downstairs. She’d frowned and offered to buy him a snack when he’d given his candy to her instead, but he’d only waved it off and said he wasn’t very hungry. “He would always, like, be eating an entire cake while he was thinking over the case, and all.”

Kyoko smirked at him over her shoulder. “I’m not completely ignorant of popular media, Naegi. I’ve read Death Note.”

Makoto beamed, pointing at her. “So you know, then! You’re just like L!”

She blushed, as she always did when he started getting complimentary, but tried to hide it by ducking her head. “I’m not sure about that,” she replied. “For one thing, I’m not that strange.”

“You’re not strange at all!” assured Makoto. “But the reason he seemed strange was just because he didn’t care what other people thought of him. He refused to change himself just to fit in with society!” It might have been an odd thing for Makoto of all people to admire in a fictional character, given how plain and average he himself was, but Makoto was no stranger to self-consciousness. It was just that in his case, his self-consciousness stemmed less from what made him outstanding and more from what made him, well… forgettable. Confidence and self-assurance were traits he greatly admired in fictional characters… and real people. “You always know to believe in yourself, just like him.”

Kyoko chewed on a piece of candy thoughtfully. After swallowing, she turned to give him an amused look. “Naegi, are you dating me just because I remind you of your favorite manga character?” she teased.

Now it was Makoto’s turn to blush. “N-N-No! I never had a crush on—I mean, it was just that it’s a really popular series that I mentioned… and I thought you’d like the comparison since he’s so—“

“Attractive?” She couldn’t help herself. She was biting her lip to hold back giggles at this point.

“—Cool and smart!” Then he grimaced. That really wasn’t helping his “Makoto isn’t in love with a character from a shonen manga” case. Zipping his hoodie up higher to help hide his red face, he added, rather petulantly, “And L isn’t my favorite manga character.”

“My mistake.” He was looking adorable like that, sprawled on his bed with his jacket zipped to his nose and his cheeks stained crimson, so she leant down and kissed where she was pretty sure his mouth was.

That cheered Makoto up, and he unzipped his hoodie far enough that she could see his pleased smile. And, just because he wanted to be the one doing in the teasing in the relationship for once, he said, “Yeah, it is!”

He sounded so smug, as if that childish comeback were actual comedy gold, that Kyoko was no longer able to hold in her laughter. Her laughter set him off, and before long they were both leaning against one another for balance to keep from falling off the bed as tears of mirth escaped their eyes.

As their giggles trailed off, Kyoko almost didn’t hear him mumble, “My favorite manga character is actually Shinichi Kudo.”

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 8 years ago

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Persona 5 + The Mincing Mockingbird Guide to Troubled Birds (part 2)

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 7 years ago

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Naegiri Week Day 3 - Safe

This one’s a lil short, but I actually really like it! Mostly because I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and “person A falls asleep on person B’s shoulder” fics.

She wasn’t convinced this was a good idea. They needed to get medical attention for Naegi; Kyoko was still sore, and she had had the opportunity to pad her fall. What kind of injuries could Naegi, who had been dropped down the garbage chute without preparation or warning, have sustained? They needed to return to the other surviving students before one of them did something drastic and Monokuma’s “game” restarted in full swing. Most importantly, they needed to confront Monokuma and discover the hidden truth behind Mukuro Ikusaba’s death, and by extension, the hidden truth behind the entirety of Hope’s Peak Academy.

But apparently, all of that had gotten pushed back by Makoto Naegi pleading for an hour’s rest.

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, given that he’d spent the last several days without food or water, languishing in a literal dump, and they were going to have to climb for several meters before they reached the dormitories again. And he deserved it. She’d almost killed him—the frantic look he’d given her as he was dragged to his undeserved execution, as though she could rescue him somehow, had some sort of master plan like always, was still seared into her memory. He had been rescued, but not by her. Kyoko’s “master plan” hinged on Makoto Naegi’s execution. She’d never been so relieved to be thwarted.

That was probably the reason she’d agreed to it, trying to alleviate some of the guilt. Regardless, Kyoko was now sitting at the bottom of a garbage chute with Naegi sound asleep on her right shoulder.

His feet were splayed in front of them, and both of his arms were wrapped around one of hers, clutching it like a security blanket. Every once in awhile the runaway clump of hair on the top of his head tickled her nose. It wasn’t… entirely uncomfortable, and she had to admit to being flattered that sleeping on her like this just seemed to be his unconscious instinct. It wasn’t like he had a lot of options for places to sleep down here, she tried to rationalize, but seeing his sleeping form cling to her like an oversized teddy bear… it was endearing. Fine, cute.

Trying to shove away such irrelevant thoughts, Kyoko ordered herself to focus on the case. Mukuro Ikusaba. She’d been killed by the mastermind behind this whole situation, Kyoko was sure. After all, the murderer wasn’t her, it wasn’t Naegi, and it wasn’t any of the other four survivors. The mastermind had tried to frame her so that they could do away with her, even if they would technically be breaking their own rules. It seemed the mastermind was fine with disregarding the rules, but only if they were the only one who knew the rules were broken. Monokuma was very reticent to break any rules in a way that was apparent to… them? The students? That didn’t seem right; it wasn’t as if they could do anything about it if the mastermind decided they didn’t want to play fair. No, it was as if the mastermind was intent on impressing someone else…

Makoto shifted in his sleep. His grip on her arm tightened and he mumbled something indistinct, eyebrows furrowing. She raised her eyebrows at his sleeping form, sufficiently distracted already. That was the problem with Naegi. He was clever, he didn’t always need her direction, and his charisma and social skills dwarfed her own. He’d be a marvelous assistant if he wasn’t so distracting.

Any annoyance she felt with him at that thought dissolved instantly as a soft whimper escaped his mouth. Oh. A nightmare then. Well, of course he’d be having a nightmare. He’d witnessed his first murder only days ago and had been forced to help investigate four others and a suicide since then. He’d nearly been executed for a crime he didn’t commit.

The guilt was back, and in full force. Even if it was only in her mind, she’d been blaming him for her own shortcoming, her own inability to stay focused. At the same time, he’d been suffering.

Mentally chiding herself to grow up already, Kyoko carefully brought her left hand to pat his head gently. “Naegi?” she whispered. “You’re only dreaming. Calm down.”

Her bedside manner left something to be desired, maybe, as his frown only deepened and a shudder went through his body. She thought she saw him flinch, frightened by something from his imagination or, more likely, his memory. She moved her hand to squeeze one of his own, trying to reel him back to reality. “Naegi,” she said, louder this time. “It’s all right. You’re safe.”

(“Safe” was an oversimplification, really, but he seemed like he needed reassurance right now.)

As though that word alone was enough to convince his subconscious, the crease between his eyebrows began to fade. More of his weight came to rest on her shoulder. He mumbled something again, but it sounded much less frantic than before. Kyoko breathed a sigh of relief.

Her hand was still holding one of his, and in his sleep he’d started to grip her hand back. Sighing and accepting that this was what her arms were doing now, she brought their joined hands to her lap. She had might as well get comfortable. Then, because it had worked so well before, she repeated to him, “We’re safe.”

Still asleep, Naegi smiled.

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 7 years ago

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Naegiri Week Day 5 - Fun

I... don’t really know how the “fun” prompt turned into an angsty story either. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t kind of enjoy it, though. Day 7 is going to be a sequel to this one.

“So, what kind of things do you do for fun?”

…Oh god, he’d just asked her what kind of things she did for fun.

Her eyes narrowed, and he imagined she was probably thinking many of the same things he was: was he seriously attempting amateurish teenage flirtation only days after they’d watched a second classmate be brutally executed? Did he really think she was going to forgive him so easily for ignoring her warnings and letting Ishimaru talk with Alter Ego? Was that really his best conversation starter?

Instead of asking any of these questions, Kirigiri only crossed her arms and bluntly deflected, “I don’t really like talking about myself.”

But instead of letting the conversation end there, she slid her gaze to the right—still passing right over Makoto—and added, “I could ask you the same question.”

Discouraged by her refusal to answer but bolstered by the fact that she was actually engaging him in conversation, Makoto admitted, perhaps a bit too eagerly, “I usually just do whatever’s popular. I like watching baseball! And going to movies with friends, and playing games, and there’s some TV shows I watch with my sister…” He trailed off, the thought of Komaru dampening his mood as he remembered the videos they’d been forced to watch soon after arriving at the school. Would he ever be able to join Komaru on the couch and gossip over the private lives of fictional characters ever again? “But… since we came here, I guess I’ve just been talking to everyone. That is, when we’re not all dealing with… you know.”

When he looked up again, Kirigiri actually was meeting his eyes, and he had to contain his jolt of surprise. He was sure she’d noticed his shock regardless—she was as observant as she was guarded—but she had the courtesy not to bring it up. “So you’re on good terms with the others?”

“I mean, I guess…” Makoto shrugged. “I don’t think Togami likes me much, but I don’t really think he likes anyone. I wanted to be friends with Fukawa—I still do—but she was already complicated even before we learned everything about her. And I have no idea what Ludenberg thinks of me, but I guess she’s nicer to me than she is to Yamada.”

Kirigiri smiled. Makoto didn’t think he had seen her genuine smile yet, and this certainly wasn’t it; it was more of a wry twist of the lips, really. “Navigating through those personalities is your idea of fun?”

“Well, maybe not those three specifically…” He scratched at his cheek. Her phrasing hadn’t been particularly kind, but it was hard to disagree with the implication. Hope’s Peak recruited the best of the best, and it seemed that being the best of the best came with, at the very least, a healthy degree of eccentricity. “But… yeah. Everyone has good in them. I think it’s rewarding to find it, especially in… this sort of situation.”

As if there were any other situation that remotely qualified as the same “sort” as what they were going through right now.

“Naegi, three of our ‘classmates’ have been murderers. One of them is still here.” Any traces of amusement still present from his earlier comments had left her voice. She was frowning sternly at him, eyes trained on his.

Makoto was unable to hold her gaze for long, though he couldn’t help the defensiveness that crept into his voice as he responded, “Kuwata was trying to protect himself. Fukawa wants to change; she told us herself that the reason she locked herself in her room that time was because she didn’t want Genocider Syo to hurt anyone. And Owada…” The image of Chihiro’s corpse, blood dripping down the remains of his skull, came unbidden to Makoto’s mind. But there was also the picture of Owada telling him about his beloved dog, and joking and laughing with Ishimaru, and the resigned, regretful look on Owada’s face as he confessed. “I… I don’t think he would have done what he did under any other circumstances.”

Kirigiri’s stern glare didn’t let up. “That’s even more worrying. You say everyone has good in them, but everyone has bad in them too. You don’t think Owada would have committed murder under different circumstances? Well then, what circumstances would drive Ishimaru to kill? Yamada? Togami? Everyone has a breaking point, Naegi. You don’t want to risk ‘having fun’ with them when they reach it.”

Words were stuck in his throat. Everything she was saying made sense logically, but all the same, he knew in his gut that he would never accept it. Finally, he managed a small, “I’ve been spending time with you.”

“I never said that was a good idea.” Her words fell like stones, clattering to the ground between them. Before he could work up the strength to reply, her back was turned and she was walking purposefully away from him. Makoto winced at the sound of her boots clacking on the floor.

Before long, she was gone.

Kyoko Kirigiri let out a labored sigh. Were anyone else around, she’d be loath to show such a sign of weakness, but she was alone, and she could afford to be dramatic. Certainly the cameras could see her, as she was only standing in the third floor hall, but quite frankly, whatever shadowy, sick figure was watching from behind them could kiss her ass.

She thought of Naegi’s devastated face just before she’d turned away. She grit her teeth.

So much for that. Naegi was wrong. Talking to others wasn’t fun at all.

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 8 years ago

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when you finish dissociating but you’re still upset about that thing you were upset about when you started dissociating

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3weeks in NYSC Orientation Camp seems like such a long time, but it can feel way longer and unbearable when you arrive unprepared.

Now you are done with registration and your call up and state of deployment has been released. These are the actual things you will be needing.

Things you will need

3 pairs of white round neck T-shirt: 2 extra will be given, but it's better you buy your preferred texture of white T-shirts.

Disposable underwear: Washing isn't the problem, drying is. Save yourself the hassle and buy 4 packs of sets of 6 to be safe.

Sanitary towels: Either pads or tampons. Remember you will be on white most times, so purchase your safest and most trusted option.

Antiperspirant, Deodorants: your 3 weeks in camp will very active. Buy antiperspirants to keep you feeling fresh all day long.

Towel and toiletries: soap, sponge, toilet paper etc.

Sun shades: to protect you from the sun.

Money- 40,000 - 45,000: This amount will cover your laundry, feeding and indulgence.

Read Also: NYSC says corps members won't be withdrawn from Plateau state

Things you should know

About relationships: don't go to camp with the aim of meeting your husband to avoid getting used. Make healthy friends and let the wind blow.

Read Also: Corps members offer free medical services in Yobe

Things you should do

Join a faction : Red Cross, taekwondo, OBS, security committee, sport committee, parade, these are a few groups you could join when you arrive camp depending on your interest.

Play a sport: if you are not the sporty type, that's fine. If you are , don't sleep walk through the 3 weeks, there will be football, volleyball and track events as well as sport competitions.

Obey the rules: if you violate any camp rule, you will be decamped. Meaning, you can be suspended from participating in NYSC for 1 to 2 years.

Smile: it might be tough or sometimes stressful, be sure to smile through it all because a lot of people pray daily to be in your shoes.

With these few tips, you are set and ready to enjoy this beautiful one time experience.

Written by Obianuju Amaeshi.

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 10 years ago

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What you call collusion I see as a natural reaction to the sexist harassment of women that was going on. Your idea of unethical journalism is nothing but journalism that is rightfully critical of you

My idea of unethical journalism is making secret industry-wide email lists where they discuss the best way to discredit any accusations leveled against them, instead of addressing the accusations themselves. Secret industry-wide email lists where they say shit like “who hasn’t slept with a game developer tho lmao” because, y’know, they have the highest of respect for the developer under fire and are only concerned with protecting her dignity instead of covering their own asses.

You really can’t make this into an anti-harassment thing, especially considering how many of these journalists went on to harass anyone who expressed even the most minor disapproval of their methods on Twitter. “Bring back bullying” is not something you say when your only desire is to stop unfair harassment. Being “anti-gamergate” doesn’t necessarily make you any more anti-harassment than being pro-gamergate does, and there are plenty of examples of innocent people on the #gamergate and #notyourshield tags being harassed to prove it. Being against harassment is the only thing that makes you anti-harassment, and the journalists in question clearly are not that.

Criticism is fine, in fact I encourage it! Maybe if these journalists had been more critical with regards to each other’s failings—not to mention their own—then people wouldn’t have so much of a problem. Throwing a hissy fit and sticking your fingers in your ears every time someone questions you isn’t being critical; it’s being ridiculously childish and, yes, unethical.

Like, this debate that we’re having here? This is fair! We’re both making our statements and not just hurling stupid insults at each other. We’re making it clear what our issues are with each other’s respective viewpoints and we’re addressing these issues. You are being critical of me. I am replying with my reasoning. This is how grown adults are supposed to conduct themselves in arguments. This is not how the people at Gawker and the like are conducting themselves, and that’s what I feel we need to do something about.

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