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

[chessturner]

[There's something one can respect from that, Kyrie thinks]

The title in your profile wasn't kidding, you really are nurturing.

[...in a way. It's rare to find a considerate mother, Kyrie didn't know anyone like that]

[greenmamabear]

[There must be at least one good- oh wait its the Ushiromiyas.]

Heh. Just feels right. Not much else to it.

[chessturner]

So which one is your child? Junior or Willis?

[She's supposing one of them must be her kid -- if she has any, that is]

[greenmamabear]

That obvious, huh? Junior. About one now.

I... don't think I know a Willis though.

[chessturner]

...what?

[Okay, that's not normal]

If you don't know a Willis then who's that? Could it be an error in your profile?

[greenmamabear]

I guess it could be... a fellow patient. I never got his name.

[But he was also a nose and Willis doens't seem like a popular surname for noses.]

[chessturner]

Oh, true, you're a patient. That'd certainly explain...a detail about you. [...] The hospital gown.

[She totally didn't mean the hospital gown]

In that case that must be it. You don't know his name, but the kidnappers found out. You do like this fellow patient, right?

[greenmamabear]

[....Close.... enough.]

I thought he was kind of freaky at first. But he was pretty nice after a bit.

[chessturner]

If you were with him when you got kidnapped, then surely he must be looking for someone who can help find you.

[greenmamabear]

...He, uh.

He passed away not long before I got here.

[chessturner]

...oh. I-I'm sorry. [Oops. Guess nothing can be so easy] I didn't mean to bring back bad memories, I apologize.

[greenmamabear]

S'alright. I didn't know him that well anyway.

He was pretty... [Strange, kinda dumb, also a sentient nose.] Delirious. I don't know if he'd notice if I went missing in the first place.

Don't suppose anyone you know might go looking?

[chessturner]

I was with my husband, his son and several of my in-laws, all of us in a boat. I think it's safe to assume they noticed I'm not there anymore. I just hope they're all okay.

[Kyrie sighs]

Now I'm glad I left my daughter behind. She was sick, a stomach bug. If she had been in the boat when I got kidnapped something could have happened to her...

[greenmamabear]

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D-does. Um. Does she have someone l-looking after her?

[She tries her best not to look nauseous.]

[chessturner]

She's with my parents. She'll be okay, I'm sure they'll take care of her wonderfully.

[Kyrie's relationship with most of her family is strained, but she trusts her parents to take care of her]

[greenmamabear]

G-good. That's good. That's... really good.

[She's trying to keep her hand steady.]

Sorry, I, uh... I need to check something real quick. Do you mind if I...?

[She gestures back to the hall.]

[chessturner]

Go ahead, Green-san.

[So sorry, Fern]