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

[bloodbiter]

I have to wonder why we were all brought here, and if there's any connection between us. I've not seen one person I recognize yet.

[And then she pauses.]

I hope this does not seem rude, but... I've never seen a creature with skin the tone of yours.

[greenmamabear]

Seems like a pretty random collection so far. Probably kidnapping whoever they found alone.

[....siiiiiigh.]

Few have. But I'm still human.

[bloodbiter]

That would make sense if I was alone immediately prior to coming here, but I certainly wasn't.

[A slight tilt of her head. She still looks curious, despite what she says next.]

I shan't ask any more if you prefer not to speak of it.

[greenmamabear]

Huh. Then its... just extremely eerie and sinister, great.

[...Well. She's certainly being more polite about it than being called "Greenie" "hey Green" over and over]

Not much to tell, to be honest. Just kinda... woke up and now people think I'm green.

[bloodbiter]

[A pause. She said she wouldn't ask more, but if Fern is continuing the line of conversation, then...]

You simply awoke like that one day? How peculiar.

[greenmamabear]

Peculiar pretty much covers my life by this point. [its only been like three months of weirdness but its still stressful.]

[bloodbiter]

I see. I am sorry to hear that, Fern.

[A frown.]

I imagine this situation must be a bit strange, even for someone with such experiences.