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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What, you don't know?

[ that's weird, but okay. ]

Uh huh. [A nod? How else is she supposed to answer this without Totally Freaking?]

It's so strange... I don't know anything about myself, but it seems like I'm the only one with that problem.

[whyyyyyy what if she's a completely good person?]

Well, maybe it was a problem before you were kidnapped, then. Or, here - let's see about your head. Maybe you hit it?

[ INVADING UR PERSONAL SPACE TO FEEL THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD, PLZ EXCUSE ]

[UM, OKAY. JUST A LITTLE CLOSE THERE. ARE ALL PEOPLE LIKE THIS??]

Um... Uhh... I don't think...

[This is her life now, impromptu head pats. But aside from some messy hair that sticks up, there's not a single bump on Rakka's head.]

[ THANKFULLY NOT ALL PEOPLE ARE SOL. She puts her hands on her hips when she's done, frowning. ]

Doesn't seem like it...at least, not a recent injury. ...But, well, whatever. You don't need to have memories to be whoever you are, 'kay? Don't let it get you down.

[THANK GOODNESS. Rakka can finally breath a little easier.]

Who I am...? [wow, that's... actually rather nice. For the first time since waking up here, Rakka felt like smiling a bit.] Thank you. But, that's kind of the problem; I don't know who I am. I didn't even know my name before I saw it.

You don't need to know those kind of details for that sort of thing is all I'm saying. Like...okay, do you like the color blue? Don't worry about remembering if you do or don't, just say what comes to mind.

...I guess I do? [Was that the question? Blue was a nice color, it was the sky, and the ocean, and several other things.] It's a nice color, but I don't think it's my favorite.

There, see? ...Well, maybe it's a bad example, but basically...I don't think you should worry too much about your memories for the time being. Even if you don't know who you are, you're still able to say that sort of thing...to know if you like this or that, when you think about it. So, for the time being, just relax and let things come when they do.

[ or something to that extent. She's not the most eloquent in her opinion, but she tried. ]

[There's hardly the most eloquent conversation going on between these two, but she's doing a fairly good job of getting the point across. At least in Rakka's opinion.]

....Okay, I'll try to do that, then. Just... relax. [She breathes in, and out, pausing briefly as she glanced at the profiles again.] Maybe whoever brought us here has some answers for me. Maybe.

Yeah, maybe! If not...hey, at least you learned your name! Rakka's kinda pretty.

[ CONGRATS??? ]

Uh! Well, thank you, just... I'm not really sure what it means. [It's probably got some sort of meaning, if it's even her's. She just can't place her finger on it.]

It is kind of pretty though. [blink blink.] Oh! I don't know your name!

[Rakka the profiles are right there....]

Sol, at your service!

[ no last name required ]

S-sol? Okay. [THIS IS A GOOD THING BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE A LAST NAME EITHER.]

You can call me Rakka then. Rakka. Ra... kka.

[Her expression flickers a bit.]

I guess I'll need to get used to it.

If you want I can like, shout your name at you randomly to train you.

....Do you think that would help?

Yeah, why not! So from now on, if I see you in the halls I'm gonna shout RAKKA at the top of my lungs! Eventually it won't feel at all weird for you to reply to it!

[ this is a dumbass plan ]

[it's the only plan they have]

I... guess I would get used to that eventually. [Like one gets used to bee stings if they're a beekeeper.] And if you really think it will help me... then I guess we should try it then!

[This won't end well at all.]

All right, then! Be sure to be ready to reply whenever you hear your name! We'll get you used to it in no time!

[ no but seriously now she will shout RAKKA!!! whenever she sees her in the halls. why did you agree to this, rakka. ]

Mm hm. Right!

[HEY. When you don't have any memories of who you were, you tend to make bad decisions okay.]

That's the spirit! You seem like you're feeling kind of better about things now, right?

It's like... I still don't know anything about the person I am, but knowing some people here is helping me feel better.

Having friends around always helps! Being alone is sort of the suckiest possibility...

It does su-[Whoops!] Uh, I mean it's not very good at all.

...You tryin' to keep your language clean?

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