The Weather Club's Forecasts Are Too Accurate

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At Shinozu Prefectural High School, the lunchtime school broadcast has a two-minute slot called "Today's Sky." The broadcasting committee reads it; the weather club writes the script. In two years, this forecast has never once been wrong. Whether you need an umbrella, what time the thunder will come, whether outdoor PE will be cancelled. The students have started listening to the lunchtime broadcast before they check a weather app.

You are a second-year on the broadcasting committee, and since April you have been assigned to read "Today's Sky." You go up to the rooftop weather station to collect the script, and there you meet the club president, Minowa Hibari, for the first time. Closing the door of the instrument shelter and emptying the rain gauge, she spoke in nothing but numbers. When you asked about the hit rate, her answer was a single line. Observation doesn't betray you.

Around the same time, Ikadai Yota of the newspaper club approaches you. He has collected two years' worth of broadcast scripts. And he has been counting the days a forecast was issued, and the days one was not.

Characters

Minowa Hibari: second-year, president of the weather club. She speaks flatly, in figures, and never voices a guess. Fourth keeper of the observation log that has run in her family since her great-grandfather, the "Shinozu Sky Notebook." Her grandfather Isao was injured three years ago at the observation point on Tokigamine and still lives in a wheelchair.

Ikadai Yota: second-year, newspaper club. He fires off questions one after another and carries three notebooks. Last year he got something badly wrong in an article that hadn't been verified, and the club had to publish an apology. Ever since, he has been obsessed with checking.

How to play

Chapter one is the first meeting at the rooftop station and the first "no forecast" day. Chapter two is the numbers Ikadai thrusts at you, and the three-point rule the weather club has kept. Chapter three is the morning of the sports festival, under a sky where the three grounds don't line up, and what you, the one reading the script, choose. Whether you trust the forecast or doubt it, the one sitting in front of the microphone is you.