trustfell | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You know... I actually don't know, assignment-wise? I was just starting out under this new arrangement when I was brought here, and I hadn't even been briefed yet. So I don't know what my first assignment was supposed to be, which is mildly disappointing at best. But I assume it had something to do with that title being instated, yes.

[...He does not seem concerned about any of this.]

Whatever it was, I would quite prefer to get back to it; I don't imagine anyone is going to take well to me simply disappearing.

[If he's not concerned, then that's fine, must not be that hurried of a job. Or he's lukewarm on it. Or he's just a level-headed person, which she's pretty sure is it, since he's not really concerned about any of this.]

Yeah, same here. I've got a team to lead through dangerous frozen wasteland in search of a possible cure for a disease that wiped out the whole world little less than a century ago. They're pretty much useless without me.

[...What on earth.]

What sort of disease are you talking about...?

The sort that kills you most of the time and then other times it turns you into a disgusting, dangerous monster called a troll.

[That sort.]

[...you are talking about an actual zombie plague, what the fuck - ]

...I can see where it might be important to get back to that, yes.

[i really want her and wesker to meet not gonna lie]

Yeah. They might be alright for a few days? But it's not something I want to stay forever from, there's a lot to do and things to kill, and I'd be a poor captain if I abandoned my team. Even if this doesn't really seem like my fault. With the whole kidnapping angle or whatever.

[So.]

They probably can't blame you either, for your new job.

Somehow I doubt it's going to matter that much to them; I've always been a bit unpredictable in ways they don't care for.

[...That's. Kind of the polite way of putting it. All of it.]

Nothing wrong with that, in my opinion. Unconventional people are some of the funnest to work with! And my dad gets onto me sometimes about that himself, but if it works, it works.

[... That is not what he means by wildcard status but! That's how she's taking it.]

[Well, it...kind of is. Sometimes?

...Other times yeahno that is absolutely not what he meant, but.]

It's not a bad idea if it works, isn't that it? And some of the people I've worked with in the past do find all of that enjoyable, it seems - I imagine that's why they've kept me around so long.

Oh, don't sell yourself short, you're good company from the get-go in my opinion. Even if you're weird and feel things up for fun. We've all got our things. Like how the Colonel enjoys paperwork, actually enjoys it.

[She's not letting it go, I'm sorry.]

Welcome.

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