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Trustfell Mods ([personal profile] trustfellows) wrote in [community profile] trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am

Welcome.


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.
greenmamabear: (You are experiencing a day)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[By this point, she should really just... talk about it.]

Yeah. Quite the luck of the draw, huh?
ninehundredlives: ([ you are my star ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
...I wasn't going to be the one to say it, but yeah. Ashworth's kinda the same, though?

[Not because she's literally grey, but. She thinks it fits.]
greenmamabear: (Feeling down)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, well. Guess there's not much we can do about family names and bad luck.
ninehundredlives: ([ you are my star ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
No. You could change it, but it wouldn't really change anything.

[.....]

So, you...know you're green then?
greenmamabear: (Getting my nerves up)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Names stick with ya, whether you like it or not.

Y-yeah. I've been told.
ninehundredlives: ([ the crow ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[She's been told.]

So...you don't think you are?
greenmamabear: (Zero hearts)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Its... complicated.

I just know that everything seems normal to me, no matter what everyone else keeps saying.
ninehundredlives: ([ my heart is heavy enough ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
....that sounds awful.

[Susan folds her arms, looking back up at the wall.]
greenmamabear: (Dumb questions)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Is what it is.

[This is a lot about her, um.] Cats though, huh? That's cool.
ninehundredlives: ([ free from the pain ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
.....yeeeeeah.

[Well, okay, she can appreciate moving on. Cats are more or less a safe topic.]

I like them. The neighbors are a different story..
greenmamabear: (Puzzled shade of green)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
They got a problem with cats? Or... [Or she doesn't like her neighbors? Or both? Probably both.]
ninehundredlives: ([ where i've been ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The asshole upstairs thinks they're pests.

[Definitely both.]
greenmamabear: (That's just gross)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The hell? Cats are great. What's their problem?
ninehundredlives: ([ what i've seen ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He's a bitter, lonely man who can't admit that the thing he really hates is his empty life.

[Susan...tells it like it is???]
greenmamabear: (WELP I'M OUT)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-11 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[a-ah.]

...Well, yeah, I guess that could be it.
ninehundredlives: ([ a tighter spring ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-11 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh - I know him? That's it.

[...this new topic has failed, hasn't it]

At least with me gone, he probably won't bother them...
greenmamabear: (Oh my stars)

[personal profile] greenmamabear 2017-09-12 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
....Will they be alright on their own?
ninehundredlives: ([ cheat ])

[personal profile] ninehundredlives 2017-09-12 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
They're all the neighborhood strays. I feed them, but they don't need me. Not really.