Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc [The American Exchange Program!]

Ready, Set...Party Prep!

At approximately 5:30 p.m., Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Teruteru congregated in the kitchen to inspect the mysterious bottles of alcohol. They were lined up in neat rows in one of the cupboards; all of them were refined brands that far outsourced an average high schooler's pay-grade.

"Now, see here, none a' this was here previously," Teruteru explained. "I made a stew first day we got here. Might I mention, Hina seemed...impressed by it—"

"Get to the point, plebeian. We don't have all day," Byakuya sneered. His arms were crossed over the front of his suit, and he glared down at Teruteru from the edge of his nose.

Teruteru pulled a comb out of his back pocket, uncomfortably brushing some loose hair back into place. He cleared his throat. "Well, ah, I was just saying I've never seen it before today."

Hiro's hands remained in his pockets as he walked over to examine a full bottle of Pinot Noir. "Man, this is fancy stuff," he said, picking up the bottle. He brought it up to his eye and squinted at the elegant blue label. "Normally, I just drink beer."

Byakuya grimaced, as if offended by the thought. "How tasteless."

Hiro frowned, running a hand through his raggedy, unkempt hair. "Not everyone has fat stacks like you, Togami. You gotta buy what you can."

"You're implying that I drink like you do. It's simply a relaxing touch to a business meeting; I don't drink to forget how terrible I am at fortune-telling."

"Hey! No fair," Hiro complained. Teruteru said nothing and shifted around on his feet, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in the Ultimate Affluent Progeny's presence.

Right outside the door, unbeknownst to the three inside, Nagito Komaeda was eavesdropping. He'd taken it upon himself to do some set-up and make things interesting later on, but it looked as if he'd been beaten to the kitchen.

"What a peanut gallery in there," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and assuming a tired expression of disappointment. "Looks like I won't be able to grab that knife...hm." He put a finger to his chin, tapped it lightly, and resumed his little monologue. "Guess I'll just rely on my luck. No doubt people will get drunk when they have the chance. And when that happens..." he scooted away from the door, backed out of the hallway that led to the kitchen, and breathlessly laughed to himself, "...I'll give them a chance to hope. I'll give them all a chance to overcome despair...!"

With that, Komaeda confidently left the dining hall, noticed only by Ibuki, the Ultimate Rock Star.

"Nagito!" She called, waving her arms frantically. "Remember Ibuki? Ibuki says hello! Ibuki wants to know if Komaeda-aeda will be in the audience later!" She sing-songed. By this point, she was jumping up and down, her hair flying every which way. The Ultimate Drummer, Daniel, looked at her worriedly; she was holding a still-amped Epiphone guitar while she jumped around.

Nagito laughed lightheartedly from where he was. "Don't know why you'd want someone talentless as me to come, but I'd be more than happy to see you perform!" he replied. With that, he gave another small wave and headed out.

Ibuki turned back around to Daniel, her eyes alight with anticipation. "C'mon, drum boy! We've got a set to finish!"

With the exception of the band musicians and Teruteru, everyone else prepared for the party in their dorms. Such was the case for Emily, who had showered and blow-dried her hair. She sat at her vanity, brushing through nonexistent tangles out of habit, admiring how soft it was.

Emily then walked over to her closet and chose an airy blue floral sundress that didn't quite reach her knees. It showed off her waistline, that was for sure, but it wasn't skintight—it had an adorable flare towards the bottom.