Welcome.

[trustfellows]

Rise and shine. There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long. You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing. It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people 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 not getting out of here anytime soon. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five 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 Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile.

Comments

[firstaid]

That's only to escape. We will find another means that doesn't resort to us killing one another!

[ninehundredlives]

...that's very optimistic.

[firstaid]

Is it? I just figured it's the outcome everyone would want. If we work hard towards this goal, then we'll be fine. That's what I want to think.

[ninehundredlives]

People aren't like that. Not really. They're going to want to take care of themselves.

[firstaid]

And they have every right to take care of themselves, it's just that we also need to work to take care of each other in this confusion.

[ninehundredlives]

[oh my god???]

...you should probably be careful. People are going to try to take advantage of you.

[firstaid]

[She smiles gently.]

I'll be fine. I may not look it, but I'm fully capable of defending myself.

[That's not what she meant, Estelle...]

[ninehundredlives]

......are you?

[Not exactly what she meant, but it's a start.]

[firstaid]

[Estelle nods firmly.]

I'm adept in swordplay and also with a shield!

[ninehundredlives]

[.............]

But you don't have a sword now.

[firstaid]

No, but I took a steak knife from the kitchen!

[.....give her credit for trying, okay?]

[ninehundredlives]

...oh.

[Susan is shocked by the common sense of this action.]

That's good, then?

[firstaid]

[She only got the idea from someone else, kk.]

Right? So if someone tries to harm me, I'll be able to defend myself!

[A... sword can't be all that different from a knife, right? wrong...]

[ninehundredlives]

How practical...

It's probably not very much like a sword, though? I don't know much about it, but they're a lot smaller.

[firstaid]

I imagine it's not and I will likely need practice with it. Still, it's better than being unarmed, right?

[This girl is way too fucking positive.]

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah.

[She's not too sure how they got here from "I trust everyone and no one is gonna murder anybody here", but. Okay???]

It'd probably be a nasty surprise for someone.

[firstaid]

[Because as naive and positive as this girl is, she's also not dumb and knows she needs something for self-defense just in case...]

It would be if someone was attacked, I think.

[She's thinking this 'nasty surprise' is being attacked while unarmed. Not her.]

[ninehundredlives]

......riiight.

[what is this conversation, what has been happening]

Be careful, yeah?

[firstaid]

I will, thank you!

[She will... try. /sobs]