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Welcome.
It doesn't matter where you last were or what you were doing. What matters is that you're waking up in a decently comfortable bed in a room that's completely unfamiliar. You may feel a bit groggy, like you've slept for too long, but that will fade in time. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave, though don't worry. Your door won't lock automatically so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. The hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused students by now and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now. Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're stuck in here for the time being. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with twenty-nine pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that. Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here. So relax and get to know your fellow students. You might be stuck here for awhile. |
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[Frowning, the faintly English-accented blond in the school's uniform looked as though he'd just heard someone ask if the sky was purple and the grass was pink with black polka-dots.]
[Luckily for Marty, he didn't seem inclined to comment on the fact that he'd almost run headlong into him. Not that it would have mattered, since Dio seemed to be a walking brick wall.]
How absurd. The year is 1888.
[...what.]
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[ Marty swore he was going to pass out, or something. This couldn't be right. Doc entered the date he was to return! Marty did nothing but mess with what time during the date he was supposed to return, so in reality that shouldn't have done anything! Right?
Right?!
A hand runs through his hair. He hasn't even realized that his puffy vest is gone, replaced by some weird outfit. Until he looks up, he doesn't even comprehend the fact that Dio is fucking huge. Biff has absolutely nothing on this guy.
Marty takes a few clumsy steps backwards, daring himself to make eye contact with the stranger. ] Right, right. I guess I was, uh. A little confused.
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Clearly, one of us is. [He narrowed red-orange eyes at Marty, trying to figure out just what would cause a discrepancy like that.]
I would think the first question to ask should be 'where' before 'when', myself.
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[ ohjesuschrist. ] That's a good question. So, uh, where are we?
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[so helpful.]
When last I knew, this was London--judging by your accent and unconventional clothes, that may well no longer be the case.
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He looks down to his clothes, and almost asks what's wrong with it. But he keeps his mouth shut, because he likes living. ] My, my wha?
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You're gonna say we're in space, right?
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[ha ha space travel. you're wacky.]
All I meant was that if none of us remember coming from the same location, there's no way to know where this is now.
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He feels like an ant compared to this guy. Was this normal, or...? ] Yeah, I guess that's true. If there were any windows I'd try to get a look at where we are. [ Marty is...bullshitting, pretty much. ] Try to.
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I seriously doubt we'll be fortunate enough to find windows. [...luckily for you.]
I don't believe I heard your name. [And he hasn't memorized all the profiles. Yet.]
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Marty kinda doesn't want to tell Dio his name, because what if this guy goes nuts and tries to kill him in his sleep or something? Or maybe he was being a bit too judgmental, just because this guy was fucking huge. Or maybe he was being realistic? ]
Aah, Marty. Marty McFly. [ Have a very, very nervous smile. ] Who're you?
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Dio Brando.
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Dio. Wait, get outta town! Like Dio! [ Maybe that's why Dio was so scary looking. He was just trying to keep Dio's name right! Someone who shares a name with The Metal God needs to keep appearances after all. He's actually going to muster up guts and give Dio a knowing smile, raising his eyebrows. ] Holy Diver, right?
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[If it was possible for Dio to look completely bewildered, it was probably the look Marty was being given now.]
What?
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C'mon! Dio! Like the band?
[ excuse him please excuse him a lot ]
So they're a little new, but they're so heavy! You gotta know the lead singer. Ronnie James Dio?
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I've no idea what on earth you're talking about.
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You're killin' me! Okay. Ah, he's the guy with black wild hair? He's real easy to see. And Jesus, when he sings, man! You get chills runnin' down your spine!
[ Marty's actually nudge Dio a bit because this is very important stuff ] You gotta know this. He's the guy who raises the horns in concerts! [ He'll show you an example! ] You can't miss him.
London or not, you gotta know about Dio. There's no way you can't!
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[Patience, Dio. Can't kill anyone right off the bat, even if you think Marty might fit in the incinerator.]
I just said that I didn't have any idea what you're going on about. Do try not to make me repeat myself. Do you not think that's my real name, or is it something equally idiotic?
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Did you just call Dio idiotic!? Marty looks like you just punched him. ]
Wait, what? The hell's wrong with you? Dio's great! I'm pretty sure if you go around saying weird shit like that you're gonna get looked at weird. [ Not just because you're really tall and look like you could crush someone with your thumb or anything. ]
.........Do you at least know how to headbang?
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...What year did you say it was, when last you knew?
[still from the 1800s, kid]
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Uhh, 1985. [ The whole 'oh i gotta pretend like i'm from the year everyone else was in' act was dropped. As of right now, discussing metal is a hell of a lot more important than protecting the timeline. Timestream. Something. ]
Why?
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[ TIMELINE RUINED ]
I can show you later...?