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

[gorira]

So there's nowhere to go outside of it, and you can't move inside of it...

[ What the shit. It sounds like it's right out of an Orwell book... ]

That's...I'm sorry. I grew up in America, my mom's business is in fucking New York, so the fact that it became...that...

[ She can't even get angry; who the heck is she going to get mad at? Katniss? A government from some far-off time that can't hear her? ]

That's so fucked up...

[flagitate]

[ She shrugs. Yeah, it sucks a lot. Watching people she knows die. Knowing if the wrong people found out about her daily excursions, she'd be punished severely. But... ]

It's not like anyone can do anything about it. The Capitol's too powerful.

[gorira]

And the fact that the first rebellion got stopped means no one's willing to try a second...

[ It sounds like a hopeless situation. They have them divided, so they can't even try and coordinate something, and even if they could, there's nowhere to go... ]

I can't even imagine what that's like.

[flagitate]

Fear's a pretty good way to keep your people in line, yeah.

[ She glances away. ]

I hope you don't have to imagine what it feels like. Really.

[gorira]

[ The lull in the air hangs just long enough to get Chitoge's mood to start to shift, from a melancholy sympathy to something a bit more heated. The color's starting to come back to her face, a little.

As expected, it's red again. ]

There's...there's gotta be something that someone can fucking do.

[ Easier said than done, she knows. These people probably live every day thinking they've missed their window. They had their chance seven decades ago, and that's that. ]

A way to stick it to them from the inside, or something, for fuck's sake!

[flagitate]

... People'd do something if they weren't scared witless of what the Capitol might do after a second rebellion.

What they're doing now is enough to keep the districts in line, and no one wants to see it get worse.