trustfell | 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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Huh? I don't work here. Do I look like I'm a decorator?

[ She looks more or less like a tomboy, really. In a track jacket and shorts. ]

Not entirely, but with that sports getup, you might just not want to get your proper clothes dirty. Can you blame me for the assumption? I've got no idea where we are or why.

These ARE my proper clothes, princess.

[ GEEZE...she knows Luna's the girly one, but come on. ]

I don't think anyone else knows what the fuck's up, either.

My name is Elise. You can address me as Miss Elise, Mistress Elise, or Lady Elise. I... suppose you can dress however you want? Though I'm not certain it could count as "proper" for anything. And must you with the obscenities? It's vulgar.

I'm not using those titles...the hell? [ She sounds more amused than offended, though. ] I'm Sol. And if it offends your delicate sensibilities...sure, whatever, I'll try not to fuc - try not to swear around your highness.

And my clothes are proper for being damn well comfortable. [ #terrible at not swearing ]

[groan] Comfort is one thing... [says the farmer going around in formal gowns] Besides, you use "your highness" for a princess! "Lady" is different, though you could use it for various minor nobles... I thought that sort of protocol was common knowledge?

If you hang with nobles and shit, maybe? It's not like it's really relevant to me...

[ until now when suddenly there are kings, but w/e ]

Everyone's common knowledge base is gonna be a bit different, after all.

Oh, is that how it is? I suppose, though I thought there were just some basic things... What kinds of people did they bring here? I'm not even seeing any employees about.

I don't think there are employees...at least, none we've met so far. As to what kinds, it seems like there's a lot of students? I'm in charge of a district back home, and my sister does that with me.

[ LE SHRUG ]

I suppose that might explain the school uniform in the trunk, though that simply raises more questions. I'm done with school as it is. Managing my estate back home isn't anything like that. Really, someone your age is a leader?

Age is just a fucking number. What matters in a leader is experience and skill...and responsibility.

[ Apparently she's already given up not swearing... ]

That's -- well. You must be, then, if you've already got experience that young. Did you inherit your position, then?

No. Luna and I were offered it by a certain person.

You must have shown some sort of promise, then... We certainly don't have children running things at home, but it's fairly easy to get established if you've got the resources or know what you're doing. My farm brings in a lot of revenue for the town with all the crops my workers bring up, after all.

Oh, you're a farmer? That's cool. I like growing things.

[ Not as in she farms herself, but as in she likes things that grow. ]

Flowers, especially, though I guess farms are more about food...

O~hohoho, yes! Margaret Estate has a lot of land holdings, and we've got cows as well that my servants attend to. We do have flowers, but it's mostly things like wheat and vegetables. I'd say it's very impressive compared to the other farms around town.

What kinds of flowers do you have?

[ she actually sounds legitimately interested...she wasn't impressed by all the lady stuff BUT THIS IS PRETTY COOL, you get some points here elise ]

Oh, carnations, roses, we've got some pink tulips -- it depends on the season, really. The winters are mild enough that you can even grow some things then, although I do still wish it were warmer -- snow is such a mess inside, you know?

Yeah, I've always liked warmer weather better, too. Well, it's less because of tracking snow inside and more because you don't have to bundle up as much, but...

[ A shrug. ]

...So far I haven't found any way outside or even seen any plants. That's gonna get old fast.