For a moment, you freeze up. Tang pushes itself up to a standing position, which should not be as intimidating as it is for such a small doll. It looks at you, and as your mind races, it seizes upon an idea.
You aren't sure to what extent the dolls are supposed to respond to student commands, but there's one thing you're sure should work every time. "Tang, deactivate."
The doll stares at you. You wonder if it's programmed to respond to different words. "Um... stand down? Turn off? Power down?" It tilts its head to the side and crosses its arms. "...Go back to sleep?"
Tang nods and flops over on top of the other dolls, directly in a beam of moonlight. You can't see the magic brimming behind its eyes anymore, but given your order, to have to assume that it has, in fact, entered sleep mode or something.
Whether it has or not, you don't intend on sticking around long enough to find out. "We should-"
"We should hurry," Caramel agrees. "...Bel? You staying with us?"
"At this point, I kind of feel like I have to." He doesn't sound very happy about this, though. "Let's... not make any more stops on the way. We'll get caught."
Caramel opens his mouth, you think to protest, but then seemingly thinks better of it and closes it, mutely nodding, his eyes flickering over to the pile of dolls as he does so.
You guess you're not going to go look for anything else.
"Go back to sleep..." Bel mutters to himself. You glance at him.
"What did you say?"
"When you asked that doll to stand down. What worked was telling it to go back to sleep. That's... not the command phrase the others use."
Caramel absently plucks at the strings of his lyre. Not with enough power to make a sound, but enough that you notice he's doing it. "Maybe it was programmed by someone different. It's... not exactly the same model as the others."
None of the dolls are the same model as each other. They're all built in different ways, each of them specialized in a certain way. But there's definitely something different about Tang's construction in comparison to the others, though you aren't sure what it is. You don't know a lot about dolls. Coming to this school is your first time seeing any in person. They get even less out of visiting hot springs than robots.
...You decide that it doesn't matter, and that if you ever think it does, you can always look through the library for information on magic dolls.
"But who'd program a doll to only respond to 'go to sleep?'" Bel keeps quietly complaining. "Is anyone really that lonely?"
You don't think you could ever have a good answer to that.
The door to the basement is unlocked. It swings open without even a creak, and leads down into such deep darkness you can barely make out any shapes.
Suddenly, you're really, really glad that you got some candles. Caramel fumbles with them for a bit, as well as a matchbox. You aren't sure where he got it from, but you suppose it's better than having candles and no way to light them.
"Okay, we're going down, and then I should be able to find what I need to complete my piece." ...You'd almost forgotten that the whole reason you're doing this is so that Caramel can write some music. Still, you peer down into the depths of the school basement, and decide that you will enter it...
[ ] At the head of the group.
[ ] At the back of the group.
[ ] Between Caramel and Bel.