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

[evilfrenzy]

[It's a fair guess for sure! And since Elda mentioned it, that is what Rideaux goes with for his response.]

For one thing, yes.

[He'll give Elda a pointed look, considering her own age. Spirits can live for a long-ass time, but Elda doesn't seem like one? Hm.]

And look at the oddly high amount of supposed princesses in one group. Princesses of what?

[Rieze Maxia has a king, but...there really aren't any other monarchies. So what the hell.]

[matchbreaker]

Presumably whatever kingdoms they're from?

[ Like, some on.

... also what's that look 233 is much more reasonable than 1500ish ]

[evilfrenzy]

...You don't say.

[He figured that, okay!!]

That's the thing, though. There aren't that many kingdoms, as far as I am aware.

[matchbreaker]

... What, do you live on Madagascar?

[evilfrenzy]

Mada-what?

[???

Here we go.]

[matchbreaker]

That island near Africa?

[ . . . ]

[evilfrenzy]

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.

[However, it's clear that he recognizes the impending mass of confusion that is going to come from this.

Is this seriously a different worlds thing?]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well he's too tall to pat his shoulder so...

Pats his arm... ]

It's okay, some of us fail at geography, we can still do well in life.

[evilfrenzy]

[Unbelievable. He pulls away because wow he doesn't recall giving Elda permission to touch him.]

Ugh. I know my geography, and neither of those locations are part of it.

[He crosses his arms.]

Let me guess: when I say "Elympios", that doesn't ring any bells?

[matchbreaker]

[ She do what she want ok ]

Nope! Never heard of it!

[evilfrenzy]

[No, it's not ok!!]

I figured as much.

[But he doesn't sound very pleased about being right with his hunch. What the hell is even going on here?]

[matchbreaker]

Okay, so what're you figuring?

[ . . . Also looking at his profile and: ]

... Also are you a postman?

[evilfrenzy]

That we are from very different locations.

["Worlds" is implied here, though he can't bring himself to say it quite yet. He's got plenty of other things to try to process.

...like that stupid question, apparently. He rolls his eyes.]

Is my profile not clear enough? The occupations listed are correct.

[matchbreaker]

Yes, and the doctor thing is obvious enough, but then it says "dimensional affairs," like the dimensions of a box. No idea why you'd need a whole directorship for boxes, but still.

[evilfrenzy]

[...

Okay, he can't help but make a slight noise of amusement.]

Wrong definition of "dimensional".

[And then he proceeds to not explain. Because of course he won't.]

[matchbreaker]

... So what, trucks? Trains?

[evilfrenzy]

[Wow. This sure is something.

He almost wants her to keep going, but...]

Relating to planes of existence.

[matchbreaker]

... What do plains have to do with anything?

[evilfrenzy]

[...]

I feel like it would be a waste of my time to explain.

[matchbreaker]

You're the one acting like it's common knowledge!

[evilfrenzy]

It's...not. It's not supposed to be, at least. And yet here we are, with the Coordinators having listed it plain as day on my profile.

[matchbreaker]

See, so if it's unknown, then it can't be helped if I don't know it!

[evilfrenzy]

I've just never had anyone take the definition of "dimensional" so entirely differently. It was kind of amusing.

[But...considering their situation, he figures he can elaborate a bit.]

Dimensions are locations outside of our world, on a different plane. Plane, as in level.

[matchbreaker]

... So like floors in a building?

[ OR SOMETHING ]

[evilfrenzy]

[An...incredibly simple way to put it, but-]

Yes, you could view them like that. Only the staircases to those floors are not usually accessible to the common person.