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

[lackinginfaith]

As old as the sign says. Or have you seen the profiles yet?

[matchbreaker]

Oh, that! [ Pffthahaha ]

Well, why wouldn't I be?!

[lackinginfaith]

I don't know. Usually, you'd think something supernatural would hide it.

[matchbreaker]

What. I'm not supernatural.

[ The laughing trails off with a flat look. ]

[lackinginfaith]

Sure. And I'm actually a penguin. Humans don't live that long.

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, does that mean you're accusing me of being one of the aliens or something?

[ SAID WITH A SMILE.

... But she did sort of flinch a bit there. Eeesh, human... ]

[lackinginfaith]

Now it's aliens? Then again, don't answer that. With how this group's turning out, it will be.

[matchbreaker]

...Eesh, yeah, have you seen that damn green woman?

[lackinginfaith]

Not yet. What about her?

[matchbreaker]

... What about her, she's green?!

[lackinginfaith]

It just sounded like she did something to you.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, she's also cocksure and uppity. But more the point, she's green, and apparently in denial about it!

[lackinginfaith]

Maybe it's the same situation you're in. [Which she's assuming, but.]

[matchbreaker]

... I'm not in denial about anything?

[ . . . ]

Actually, I'm pretty well known for the opposite!

[ . . . ]

[lackinginfaith]

No, but you're being understandably cautious about the strange things.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Well yes, she is. She apparently can't erase memories here. She puffs out her cheeks but then... sighs. ]

Yeah, I'm sure everyone's going to be.

[lackinginfaith]

We apparently have entirely different versions of the same planet, if what the priest is hinting has any merit, but... Rules are rules, aren't they?

[matchbreaker]

... Okay if you're talking about rules then you've got something too?

[ SHE IS GOING TO.

DISREGARD THE PRIEST THING.

FOR NOW. ]

[lackinginfaith]

[The longest-suffering sigh goes here.]

It's why my profile says "dislikes getting wet."

[matchbreaker]

I did think that was ironic, what with your title. I was considering getting a sink sprayed on you to figure it out.

[ I mean.

At least she admits it. ? ]

[lackinginfaith]

[groan] You're friendly.

[matchbreaker]

Oh hush, anyone would! Don't worry, given I admitted it, not like I'm going to now.

[ She waves a hand dismissively. ]

... That said, don't trust priests.

[lackinginfaith]

I wouldn't say I was all that religious, but I'll... uh, keep that in mind.

[matchbreaker]

Good, it'll keep you alive!

[ With a pat on the back, even... ]

Anywho, that's enough advice and insight, might as well move on.

[lackinginfaith]

Right. To getting out of here, somehow.