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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. |
Foyer
Mordecai's eyes dart over the other profiles, growing more uneasy with the people trapped here with him. Too many of them were abnormal or dangerous or powerful, or some terrible combination of the three. And yet, for a barkeep who rarely told anyone his full name, he had a lot of personal information listed there.
He glances at Ashley from the corner of his eyes. One of the normal people, at least judging from the contents of her profile. He had to admit: those were mighty convenient conversation starters.]
Y-you think they've been spyin' on us for some kinda experiment?
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Instead, Mordecai's treated with a little involuntary shiver as Ashley wets her dry lips and tries to stop Josh's unsettled accusations from playing on a loop in her brain. No, time to focus on another unhappy idea.]
No, no, no, that's beyond horrifying, I don't even wanna think about it.
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All this could only have been done by some group of spies an' scientists, is what I'm sayin'. Now we're stuck in here, with folks that look like they're ready to cause trouble in this place, most likely involvin' killin' us, and we had no idea why!
[He rubs his fingers against the hem of his vest.] We gotta stay safe while we're here.
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Spies, what? I- it could've been done by other things, l-like. Obsessed convicts or...g-ghosts. [A beat, wherein she hugs herself a little tighter and just. Tenses, even more, kind of mumbles to herself.] When I asked if we were in a movie I didn't expect this.
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[Not the best thing to say to a panicking person, but he's certain of that face.]
Now convicts, I can see happenin'. Don't know what they'd want with all us strangers, but there can't be an easy reason why they went through all this. [He backs away from the bulletin board] Like why give us our own rooms.
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They are real! Why does everyone- I just communicated with one, right before I- I woke up here!
[So that's what we're focusing on today okay.]
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Really? How'd that happen?
[Might as well humor her.]
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We were using a spirit board, me and my friends! I even asked her questions, a-and she pulled the pointer from my hand.
[Thinking about Hannah's anger is not helping right now.]
She told us about something in the library, and when we went there we found a secret passage that neither of us knew about and a message and- and she really talked with us!
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There's one thing he's unfamiliar with:]
What's this spirit board?
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[Duh.]
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Sounds vaguely familiar, in the sense that I musta read about it in a history book. Ain't that what witches used to talk to spirits or somethin'?
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As long as you don't go around tellin' folks you saw a ghost and doin' anythin' possible to prove it. I am not one to tolerate trouble in my place - which technically it ain't, but for now it is - and arguments over this is what I'm aimin' to avoid.
Now quite your cryin' and hollerin'. If there's a way in, there's gotta be a way out. Ain't no reason to sit around doin' nothin'.
[A sense of adventure seeps into his heart. This wasn't what he was packing the past few days for, but it might as well be the sort of trouble he was looking to get into recently. Without a saloon, there's nothing tying him down and slightly less urgency to go home. Still, it would be nice not to be somewhere where he could be murdered.]
Didja see any other doors or stairs earlier? Might as well check those out first.
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And I'm not just going to stay quiet, especially if it's a clue to why at least some of us are here! M-maybe- if others had contact with a ghost too, or, something... [Stubbornly, she purses her lips.] No arguments, but it's true, and it could help.
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[He never really explored the dormitory side, so perhaps there's something useful there?]
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[But Ashley still follows anyway.
...and maybe pout.] ...I'm not going to rant. Just make sure people are taking me seriously.
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You gotta be careful when it comes to explainin' danger, too much overreactin' leads to folks not believin' you.
[But you're okay for now. He's friends with a guy who thinks fuzzy caterpillars are worth bringing to everyone's attention.]
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But she relents, nodding and letting out a frustrated sigh.]
S-so what are we even looking for?
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Meanin' whatever's behind this door, it gonna cause us more trouble to escape.
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You...have any experience with opening big doors?
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Big doors what have switches on 'em. I haven't been on any sort of adventure where I had to knock somethin' this big down.
[He runs his fingers against the edges of the door in hopes for a wire, a switch, anything useful. Nothing. They're stuck here, and they need more strength to open the path to freedom. Why does the universe keep making his life worse?]
Right...so maybe not this way...now what?
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This, an adventure. [HA that is definitely a kind way of putting it. As Mordecai examines it closer, Ashley tenses and jumps very slightly on the tips of her toes; calm, peace-- no no, cannot do that.]
Uh. I don't know, I've never done trapped in a weird place in real life. Aren't there supposed to be...vents? Or secret passages.
["Panel opens. Head explodes!"
"Are we like, in a movie right now?!"
Strange as it is to think, that was a much nicer time. She'd really like to be investigating a weird building with Chris right now...]
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Though it would be great if the murder part didn't exist.]
Vents? That'll work! We should get to searchin' right away!
[He walks away from the door with a renewed bounce in his step. Might as well have some fun with this while it lasts.]
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