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

It may be worth your time to listen to them, especially if they disagree with you. What is that saying again? "Great minds think alike, but fools rarely differ." I believe that is how it goes.

[........ Wow. You know who just made her shitlist real fast?]

My people have a saying too, honey, interested in hearing it?

[LET ME GUESS IS IT LUCA?]

I suppose so, what is it?

[YES IT'S THE PRETENTIOUS DOUCHEBAG WHO CALLED HER, IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS, A FUCKING IDIOT.]

If you can't outsmart your enemy, outmaneuver them instead.

[And then she'll feint a punch to his pretty face, stopping juuust short of actually hitting him.]

[So. An interesting thing is happening here.

In Luca's world, it is absolutely possible to control people's bodies by having a stronger willpower than them. So when Sigrun moves to punch- which Luca thinks is going to be a real punch at first- he quickly lifts his right hand, extending his index and middle finger, and does an abrupt gesture with them. He's trying to force Sigrun to stop her punch before it hits him, basically.

But. Well. No magic there. And when Luca doesn't feel the usual tug of his Sfeer activating, his eyes go wide in surprise. He doesn't even have time to duck out of the way, because he expected his usual methods to work.

And then it was a feint anyway, so he's left staring at her fist like an idiot wondering what the fuck just happened. Did his magic actually happen and he just didn't feel it? Did she stop on her own despite the fact that she could have totally just decked him and he would have been unable to do anything about it?]

....well then.

[And by the way IF IT LOOKS LIKE A DUCK AND QUACKS LIKE A DUCK THEN SIGRUN IS DUMB]

[As if to answer the question, she proceeds to flick his forehead hard. She's looking oddly pleased with herself too.]

I don't know what you were trying to pull, but it looked stupid and you should learn to duck instead.

[He lets out a little 'gah!' and grasps at his forehead. He is probably over-reacting, but that might as well be his middle name at this point.]

Maybe you shouldn't make it look like you are going to punch someone! Then there is no need to duck!

[And he's not going to explain the gesture, nope.]

Keep your head out of your ass and you'll see it coming next time.

[i'm so sorry]

Lead by example, Captain.

[He doesn't actually know Sigrun's rank, he's guessing here. And calling her stuck-up at the same time.]

Honey, do you or do you not want a black eye to go with that smart mouth of yours?

Do you want the reputation of punching some foreigner who-

[And he abruptly stops, and his expression darkens for a moment.]

[When he speaks again, the fight is gone from his tone, instead replaced by resignation.]

You are right, my apologies. I overstepped my boundaries.

[... Well, that's what she wanted (an apology) but that's...]

As long as you don't talk down to me again we won't have a problem, beansprout, but it's fine. You really deflated quick though, didn't you? Not like I care what people say about me, if a person deserves a punch to the face I'll give it to them.

It is nothing to concern yourself with.

[How quickly he deflated, that is. Or how formal he is being now, if we're being honest. He's kinda gone right back to his 'polite technician' way of talking, as if he were at work and talking to one of his bosses.]

I will be sure to hold my tongue around you in the future, miss.

[... Huh. It's pretty clear Sigrun has no idea how to handle this sudden change in personality, unable to keep the weird look of her face.]

Don't miss me, just call me Sigrun. And wag that tongue all you want, just... like I said, don't talk down at me. That's all?

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