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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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Luna's voiced observation gives him something else to focus on: conversation! Always the best way to ignore the fact something horrible is obviously happening. He slides next to her, facing the bulletin in a manner of seconds.]
I've seen most of 'em so far, but I wonder why they'd tell us so much about each other iffen they're planning on holdin' us hostage. An' how'd they find out my whole name? I don't tell it to jus' anyone.
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[ Because that's totally what kidnappers are into. Friendship. ]
I'm sure they have ways. Government databases, perhaps.
no subject
[Maybe this is for their kidnappers' benefit, but why but the bulletin here? Then again, there have been less competent villains on Mars, so they might as well have forgotten which floor to put it on.]
Sure, they do, but if they wanted to get my information, they'd had to get past the current Marshal...oh. [Techs was a robot, of course he would be less caring of humans in general. He could have sent one of his robots to spy on him, learning about his likes and dislikes - which aren't that hard to discover if it ever stopped by the space saloon - then kidnap him. But wouldn't it make more sense to kidnap Sparks? He was kind of an outlaw.]
Wait. What planet are you from? Think this might be some giant conspiracy spannin' the solar system?
no subject
[ Small shrug. ]
Planet-- solar system...? [ Whoa what hold up. ] Um, I'm from Earth...? Aren't you? [ ISN'T EVERYONE ]
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I'm from Mars, actually. I know it'd make more sense to stick to one planet, but somehow they thought takin' some aliens, too, was a good idea.