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

Oh, I wouldn't say that. There is something in Rule Seven that offsets that notion, at least slightly.

[I mean, that's going to go to shit eventually, but for now it still stands.]

[ She glances at said rule and, well. ]

Uhhh, I dunno, it sorrrta seems like it could cause a few problems of its own.

It does, if we're rash about it. However, it's also phrased as an option - if it's how we end the exercise "early", then it isn't the only way to play this little game of theirs.

...Oh. Oh, that's- you...might have a point there. I didn't even think... It's like one of those- what're they called, hand-eye tricks? You get attention one place so everyone forgets about the other, that's what that one is, it's- it's a logic game.

Misdirection is what you're thinking of, I believe...?

Either way, it's the sort of thing I would enjoy infinitely more were lives not apparently on the line, but it does seem so.

Eegh... Yeah, kinda puts a damper on the whole mystery aspect. But, uh, that's the vibe I get. Sophisticated uh...thinker-guy. [ Glances at the profiles. ] Solf...?

[...good lord.]

Ah... 'Kimblee' is fine. I've spent enough time in the military that anything else is odd.

[ whoops ]

Uh, right, Kimblee it is then. Sorry. Didn't realize you were like, like that Archer guy, all militarized.

I used to be, anyway. As it stands, I don't think anyone calls me by given name anymore except my sister.

[He shrugs a bit, though.]

Colonel Archer seems to be from the same country I am, actually, though I've never met him before. That isn't all that unusual, however - we have quite the large military.

Sister, huh? Yeah, I get that, different with family. What's she like?

[ Most anyone else, "oh hey you two are from the same country that's different from like everyone else in this place" but that's not Alex. ]

Ah, we aren't very close, unfortunately - we haven't spoken to each other in at least ten years, and it wasn't a very amicable parting.

She's a good person, however. Capable, and willing to stand up for herself. The sort of stubborn that's going to get her places in life.

That's a shame. [ She says that, but there's a bit more behind it. She can't imagine it, not being close... ] Not that she's got a good head on her shoulders, all the- the other stuff.

It's worked out, more or less. She's five years younger than I am; I wasn't terribly good to her when we were younger, I'll admit that much. I think it was something of a relief for her when I joined the military, honestly.

...Do you ever wanna...like, see her again?

...She made it rather clear that she's disinterested in the notion, to put it gently.

[They both may have said kind of a lot of things.]

The thought has crossed my mind, however. If I'm ever back in North City I may see if she's warmed up to the idea at all.

Couldn't hurt. Time's s'pposed to heal, that's what they say.

[ She gives an awkward grin. ]

But, look at me, giving advice to someone I just met, yikes- I'll stop being nosy, it's your business, your family.

[That...seems to amuse him, honestly.]

No, don't worry about it. I don't mind in the least; if anything I find it charming.

Really...?

[ Butting into his personal life is charming...? Well. ]

I think so, anyway. It's not something I'm usually asked about.

Well...family's an important thing to me. Guess those...Coordinator people got that right.

Welcome.

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