Gruffydd was greatly entertained by the Professor.  He was aloof, to be sure, and he seemed dismissive of the course and his students, but according to Ms. Sasaki, the two of them had both put a great deal of effort into actually getting this course into the school for the year.  And then there was the fact that the Professor pronounced his name correctly—nobody pronounced his name correctly, not in this country, not without serious concerted effort.  And while it was possible that he [i]had[/i] put that effort in, Gruffydd didn't think it was very likely.  

Then he mentioned his hangover.  Gruffydd managed to keep his laughter restrained to a chuckle, but it was difficult.  [color=forestgreen][i]Of course he's distant.  He can probably barely think through his pounding headache.  It's his own fault for drinking on the last day of Summer, but I guess that only makes it all the funnier.[/i][/color]  Gruffydd grabbed his share of the equipment, before following after Ms. Sasaki.  [color=forestgreen][i]A fieldwork-based class?  Well, this just might be more interesting than I thought.[/i][/color]
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[h2]Noon[/h2]

The "equipment," whatever it was, was fairly heavy.  Gruffydd wasn't having too much trouble with it, owing to his considerable bulk, but he had to admit to himself that he couldn't go on like this forever.  But things took a turn for the strange when Ms. Sasaki found a great big hole in the ground.  A great big circular hole.  Housing a large, shadowy arm.

He was as stunned as most of his classmates when it reached up and grabbed Ms. Sasaki, but he sprung into action when Kazuo called for it.  Fat lot of good it did, though, aside from delaying the inevitable.  His mind and speech were a rain of Welsh expletives as he was dragged into the abyss.
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[h2]Unknown[/h2]

Gruffydd woke to the panicked shouting of the other white guy—[color=forestgreen][i]Jonathan, wasn't it?[/i][/color]—and soon came to the realization that he was in some twisted version of Nichibotsu.  At first he panicked, his heartbeat echoing in his ears, his every limb trembling as he worked his way to his feet.  Kazuo mentioned finding some method of defense, finding a way out.  Part of him was furious at the transfer student—[color=forestgreen][i]How the ever-loving fuck can he be so calm!?[/i][/color]—but he kept that part of him in check.  Nagashi was right after all.

His anger did eke out when one of his classmates, Gruffydd forgot his name, asked them to pardon an "outburst." [color=forestgreen]"There's a few more important things  to think about than propriety."[/color]  But he stopped himself there.  [color=forestgreen][i]No.  That won't get you anywhere.  We've got to get out.  Out of this madhouse.  How did we get in here in the first place?  Right, Ms. Sasaki and the arm.  The arm of... whatever thing carrying her is, most likely.  So... find another hole?[/i][/color]  No, that was nonsense, his mind wandered briefly, over how they'd been near the hole in the first place.  Because the Professor had sent them...  The Professor...

[i]"Unlucky you, getting stuck in this class."[/i]

Gruffydd could feel a pit growing in his stomach.  [color=forestgreen][i]He knew.[/i][/color]  It was the only reasonable explanation, to Gruffydd's mind, swept up in his anger as it was.  He allowed the concession that the Professor might not have known that it would happen, but Gruffydd was convinced that he knew it [i]could[/i].  If he were in his right mind, he might protest how little evidence that actually was to go on, but he wasn't in his right mind.

Then that same classmate who madethe "outburst" decided to set off after Sasaki.  Sasaki.  [color=forestgreen][i][b]Sasaki.[/b]  The Professor's assistant.  She'd actually been trying to tell us what the fuck was up with that hole before that arm appeared.[/i][/color]  And then, as another classmate opted to join the first, Gruffydd realized a few things.

[color=forestgreen]"Ms. Sasaki seemed to know a bit about the hole.  She might actually know a way out.  Getting her back is probably our best bet for getting out of this place."[/color]  All signs of fear had vanished.  It was still there, inside of him, but it had been buried under a mountain of anger, and the resolve to get back to the school and get an explanation out of the Professor, ideally by force.