<tt class="bbc_tt">"Nothing I'd rather do, Joy-chan." </tt>He smiled at her when she asked him to walk her home.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Sure.  Staying the night sounds alright.  I live alone, too." </tt>Somehow, Joy<em>knew</em>as Sen said that<em>quite a lot</em>of the students at Hisashiro High would say that same thing: "I live alone."  Enough that it would normally be disturbing, even in the world of the game - and yet, there was seemingly no problem, no upset, no trouble to be had with this realization.  It just simply...<em>was.</em>They walked out of the gate, and onto the streets, heading to where Joy lived at the Shrine.  So many things they could do tonight - and yet, even with what they had just done...it was a break, a break between when Sen would throw her down and do exactly what he'd just done to her body again...<br/><br/>...with nothing to come inbetween them.  Joy's vision would fade to black as the school receded into the distance behind them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next morning, Aika Taeyeon - literature teacher at Hisashiro High - found herself waking up in her apartment.  It was in one of those tall buildings that ran the border between the Residential and Business Districts, three floors up, with only her as the occupant.  She was naked, as she had woken up the day before, and she found the<tt class="bbc_tt">CLOSET</tt>option fairly easily.  Opening it, she saw nothing had changed from yesterday.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">CLOSET<br/>&gt; Hisashiro Teacher</tt><br/><br/>She confirmed the choice, and felt the underwear, black pencil skirt, white blouse, and leggings slide piece by piece onto her body, knowing her shoes were by the door.  Her hair also lifted itself up, securing into a bun that was typical for teachers with longer hair at the school.  She moved about the apartment, gathering her bag and other supplies, then stepped into her shoes and walked out of the apartment, securing the door behind her.  Aika did have a small opportunity to review what she had managed to learn since she'd woken up in this strange place yesterday.<br/><br/>One: they were in a strange variant of Hisashiro, where the school was still open, she was a teacher, Joy was a student, and the missing people could be either.  Most of them had turned out to be students, but at least one- Sunada Tatsuo - was a teacher.  There were still a few names on the list that were not confirmed as to student or teacher yet.<br/><br/>Two: things in this place seemed to be...horny.  For one, she'd caught Joy screwing one of the missing guys - Akiba Sen - in the teacher's room yesterday after school - but that was perhaps the culminating example of the phenomenon.  Two students - a boy and a girl - had just<em>ditched</em>in the middle of her class that morning, and afterwards she'd overheard another pair of students talking about them going out to one of the sports storage sheds to 'enjoy' each other.  What was worse, she was just as affected as the rest!  Though...it seemed that being an adult and not a teenager was less problematic.<br/><br/>Three: Anzai Souji - or Souji-sensei - had to be at the center of this phenomenon somehow.  They heard the name, which meant that Souji was an actual person (any other students or teachers who were not part of the missing people had no name, no face, they were just...sort of a black shape in clothing), but he had not made it onto the missing persons list that she and Joy were investigating.  Add to that the fact that<em>all</em>the girls at the school, student or otherwise, had a thing for him, and it wasn't hard to draw the lines...<br/><br/>...and then everything went dark, which precluded her from thinking any more about their situation until vision returned, at which point she was walking down the street towards the open gate of Hisashiro High.  She walked through, and as if a switch had been tripped, she heard the sound of a baseball bat hitting a ball.  She turned, almost mechanically, towards the sound, and saw that the baseball team was at practice, the players and the coach.<br/><br/>The coach, Aika realized, and she tried to move her differently, but as she returned to her forward-looking view, she saw, just for a moment, the coach of the baseball team: Anzai Souji.<br/><br/><em>Wait, no, no no no no-</em>She couldn't speak, not now, so all she was left to do was think what she wanted to say, and remembering what was about to happen.<br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>[Hot for Teacher]</tt><br/><br/>She felt the familiar surge down her back from her neck, and a quick look at her arm revealed...oh no.<em>No.</em>This was-her thoughts felt slower, less clear, and she knew exactly why.  She'd lost that Quality, that one that increased her Arousal Meter when she was at the street races, and gained another one in its place - one that revolved around Souji-sensei.  When she'd woken yesterday, it had been at two of ten pips, like always.  Then she'd run face-to-face with him in the morning; that had triggered<tt class="bbc_tt">[Hot for Teacher]</tt>and she discovered afterwards that the casual conversation they'd had for a few minutes had increased her Meter to<em>five</em>.<br/><br/>The afternoon came around, and she figured as long as she didn't<em>talk</em>to Souji, she would be fine - after all, it would only go off if he was nearby, right?  Wrong.  Just<em>hearing</em>his name, which would have happened even without that conversation with Joy, served just as much to trigger it - but not as much.  After that, it had gone up only<em>two</em>pips.  She'd gotten lucky that nobody had mentioned him and she hadn't run into him after school was done for the day - but she soon learned she didn't have access to the hot spring at the Shrine that had served to cool off her Arousal Meter...so when she woke up this morning, it was still at the seven of ten it had been yesterday afternoon.  And now, with that brief look at Souji-sensei, her meter had risen to<em>nine</em>pips - any more and she'd be thinking about nothing but sex.<br/><br/>As she stepped into the teacher's room, she noted the others present - most of them were the faceless shapes of before, but today she had Sunada-sensei (he was the old Mathematics teacher, well-respected by the school, seen as a bit old-fashioned but otherwise fair), as well as two more of the missing persons: Iwasaki-sensei (full name Iwasaki Shigeko; she was the young and pretty Science teacher, Aika's counterpart) and also Nakasone-sensei (full name Nakasone Yoshiyuki; the stern Art teacher).  They looked up.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Taeyeon-sensei, good morning,"</tt>Nakasone greeted.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Good morning, Nakasone-sensei."</tt><br/><br/>Everything felt robotic.<tt class="bbc_tt">"I spoke to a few of the students heading to the Kyoto trip yesterday, I thought before school I could share with you some of their more appropriate suggestions?"</tt>Four teachers were going on the Kyoto trip - two of them, herself and Nakasone, already decided on.  The last two would be settled within the next week.<tt class="bbc_tt">"By all means."</tt><br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"The most promising, I think, is the suggestion to visit the Nishiki Market.  Students these days have no connection to their history, their heritage, they do not understand what it might have been like to live in the past."</tt>She knew how to talk to Nakasone, get him onboard with the idea.  Aika watched him consider the idea.<tt class="bbc_tt">"We will need to stop for food amidst all the touring - a traditional market like Nishiki could serve both purposes.  Very well.  We shall put it on the itinerary."</tt><br/><br/>The next thing Aika knew, time froze, and she was presented with a few options, though not all the same as Joy's - after all, as a teacher, she<em>couldn't</em>cut school.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">&gt;INVESTIGATE<br/>&gt;MEET WITH STUDENT<br/>&gt;TOUR GROUNDS<br/>&gt;ATTEND TEACHER'S MEETING</tt><br/><br/>These, obviously, were what she was up to in her time<em>not</em>teaching a class...and there was so much she had yet to learn about here...wherever here was.  Therefore:<br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><br/>&gt;INVESTIGATE<br/>&gt;&gt;MISSING PERSONS</tt>