trustfell | Welcome.

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.

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[Estelle knows something’s off the moment she awakens. Maybe it’s because she feels off, but most importantly, she can’t feel the movement of being on a ship. Along with her headache, everything feels wrong, still it makes sense. Given how she’s been feeling with the recent events in her world it would be weird if she felt even okay.

She notes the key and grabs it before she leaves her room, room 6, and looks around. It’s… not familiar to her at all as she cautiously looks around. Her expression is pensive, one way is more rooms, but in front of her she can see common rooms and decides to look there. The kitchen is in her line of sight so there she goes first.

The level of technology is odd for her, but she looks through the cupboards before she decides to look elsewhere. Like the ballroom. It’s the next room that catches her attention and it reminds her of being in the castle. She feels comfortable here, at least, and spends a few moments here. Sitting at the piano, her fingers press a few of the keys before she decides she’s bored of that and moves on.

It's then that she probably notices the crowd of people and looks at the profiles…]

What…? Who is everyone and…

[It’s not just her own profile she recognizes. There’s another person and she immediately wonders…]

Yuri? Yuri, where are you? Are you here?

[She doesn’t recognize anyone else, but if his profile is on there then maybe he’s here too! After all, everyone she sees crowding the profiles is on there from what she’s noticed. She’s already matching names to faces. Memorizing said names, ages, occupations and…

…likes and dislikes…]

This information… it doesn’t seem right. [Yet she’s still apprehensive since, well, it has just enough right that she can say it’s creepy. Her attention next goes to the rules.]

I… don’t want to be trapped here, but that sounds like an awful rule to follow if we want to escape.

...That's...

[ she pauses for a good moment, eyes widening in horror. she, too, has become apprehensive, and grabs at her arm with one hand. ]

That's horrible...

It is. I can only hope that no one chooses to attempt this.

[She doesn't think anyone will, but she's depressed enough that her mind wanders in that direction.]

It just seems like an odd rule along with the one that we must sleep in the rooms that were prepared for us.

I hope so, too... I don't understand... Why would they encourage something like that?

[ maybe because they're just

horrible people. and orihime is no stranger to those kinds of people, either. still...to have it written so explicitly is frightening. ]

Mm, these are some strange rules, don't you think?

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