mvt. 1: più curiose [open]
What is this?
That one thought keeps bouncing around the inside of her skull as Nami stands listening to Monokuma’s welcome speech. As it talks them through the setting, reveals the premise and nods to the twist of the game, her mind just keeps throwing it up, over and over. What is this? What is this? What is this? She reaches down dutifully to collect her ID card with one hand; the other flies to her earpiece in unison with the rest of her class. It doesn’t matter. She rejects it. Okay, okay, sugar icing on a big fat prank cake. Devil’s in the details, after all.
By the time the bear is finished and has taken its leave, she’s wearing a strange smile - confused, a little nervous. “This is a joke, right?” she murmurs, only half to herself. "Live in here forever or kill somebody? Talk about a false dicho - ”
She turns to address her twin. Nagi is not smiling. Nami’s face falls. “Hey, hey, come on. The production values are high, sure, but come on. This sort of stuff doesn’t happen in real life. It’s just a... a team-building exercise or... something...” She trails off. With some effort, the smile returns, but - if anything - even weaker and more watery than before. “Nagi, listen to me: don’t worry about it.”
Is it working? She can’t tell. He has that look on his face like his mind is going a mile a minute: lights on, nobody home. “... Let’s get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps.” Without any further ado, Nami reaches out and wraps a hand around his wrist, practically dragging him away from the scene of the crime.