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

[chessturner]

[This still isn't Rokkenjima. One moment you are in the ship that'll take you there, the next moment you are in a room you don't know. Kyrie gets off the bed, alarmed, and examines her surroundings. Nothing is familiar.

Staying locked in this room doesn't appeal to her, though. She decides to carefully go explore, see what's going on, and try to find out her location on Earth. She can't be too far away from Rokkenjima or the neighboring islands, right?

Hallway

Okay, first things first: talk with people. She's not alone here, and there are so many here. Someone has to know something]

Excuse me, but may I ask who are you? Who do I need to talk to? I'm unaware what's going on here.

[Kyrie is calm, almost friendly, but right now there's not much time for pleasantries.

Foyer

Okay, that's a tad more alarming: no windows, no doors besides that bulkhead...they're all perfectly locked inside a building. Kyrie knocks on the bulkhead]

We're all trapped in here. If there are no windows and this is the only way out, then whoever got us all here must be outside, they wouldn't risk staying trapped in here. Could I be correct?

[Yes, she's talking to you. Analyze the situation, maybe it'll help you feel better]

hallway

[firstaid]

[Estelle's looking into the eastern corridor from outside her room when Kyrie approaches her before she gives her a smile while shaking her head.]

My name is Estellise, however, I haven't a clue as to what's going on here either.

[chessturner]

[Estellise...that's an unusual name, but Kyrie doesn't judge. She knows people with unusual names, too]

Thought so. I'm not sure I should be glad or not there's so many people who know nothing at all, but I am kind of glad. I guess it's true: misery loves company.

[For someone trapped in an unknown building Kyrie sure is calm]

[firstaid]

[She inspects Kyrie a bit and notes that, wow, this lady has huge boobs. Honestly, she's jealous. However, now is not the time!]

It seems like you've spoken to quite a few people here already. So we're all in the same situation. ...I wonder what's going on.

[chessturner]

[Not the time to admire someone else's physical features, Estellise, hah!]

Nothing good, of course. I for one don't remember meeting anyone suspicious. I was on a boat, you can't just kidnap someone who is on a boat.

Where were you before waking up here?

Foyer

[matchbreaker]

[ Huh, are you talking to her??? Elda's pinching the bridge of her nose by now, trying to abate her headache. She doesn't want to go unawares here. She's considering smashing out some lights. ]

Probably? They wouldn't want to get ripped up.

[chessturner]

Exactly. We are forty people, that's more than enough to subdue a person, and not everyone's going to be so kind as to let them go without punishment.

[Kyrie turns to take a look at the person who replied. Hm. Kind of an odd person, but eh. Not stranger than the green woman in the profiles]

Would you try to hurt our captor or captors?

[matchbreaker]

Well, you're sure direct.

[ Not that she minds, really. She shrugs and: ]

Who wouldn't?

[chessturner]

There's not much time in life to beat around the bush. Being direct is much easier.

[Kyrie giggles]

You're right, who wouldn't? Everyone must be upset about waking up here, to say the least.

hallway

[captainobnoxious]

Sigrun Eide, captain of a giant hunting team from Dalsnes, Norway! I don't know who you need to talk to, but if you find out let me know. I've gotta ask them where my crew's at.

[It's pretty important she checks in on them. Three of them aren't Immune... even if this is a quarantine zone like she's getting herself to believe as she explores around, it's her duty as a leader to make sure they're in good hands.]

[chessturner]

Norway? That's rather far from Japan. You weren't in Norway before waking up here, right?

[Being from Dalsnes doesn't mean she currently was in Dalsnes -- or at least that's what Kyrie hopes, or else things are worse than she had imagined]>/small>

[captainobnoxious]

No, I was in Denmark. Where's Japan?

[What's a Japan, actually. But where's important too.]

[chessturner]

[It's not everyday you meet someone who doesn't know where Japan is]

...it's to the east of Asia. You know, it's the island? Japan.

[How's one supposed to explain it]

Foyer

[ninehundredlives]

Or they've got a way out of their own. They could still be in here somewhere, watching us.

[She can't see cameras, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.]

[chessturner]

And put their lives at risk? A lot of people here aren't going to be...polite if they stumble upon them.

[Not that Kyrie intends to dirty her hands at all]

[ninehundredlives]

I doubt they'd make it that easy to find them. Or to do anything about it...

[There's ways of keeping prisoners in line, even if there's really only two of them.]

I'm sure they're watching, at least. What's the point otherwise?

Foyer

[greenmamabear]

[She's not used to people talking sense and she has to take a moment to appreciate that.]

Depends on the kind of wackadoodles we're dealing with. If they're just evil sadists, they're absolutely hiding out somewhere else. If they're arrogant ones, well, who knows.

[chessturner]

'Evil sadists'? Do good sadists exist?

[That's not the important part, Kyrie. She does seem befuddled, though. Although she's not commenting about it -- because it'd be rude as hell -- she didn't expect to meet someone who is completely green. What's up with you, strange green woman?]>/small>

[greenmamabear]

Well, I assume one or two know to keep those tendencies under check.

[She's just green why you gotta PROBLEM PAL]

hallway

[zomgboom]

[Blue hair, kinda clueless, looks like a cinnamon roll but could probably kill a man - must be one of the X-Men.]

I'm, like, not in charge or whatever. Shouldn't you be going to find the Professor or whatever? He's in a wheelchair, how hard can he be to find?

[chessturner]

I haven't seen anyone in a wheelchair. That'd be hard to miss.

[But it kind of sounds like you know what's going on! The Professor, eh?]

Who is this Professor, anyway?

[zomgboom]

Professor X? [She holds her hands up to her temples in an imitation of Charles Xavier.] Always reading people's minds and ?

hallway

[icysemblance]

[Weiss manages a small smile.]

I'm Weiss. I've been trying to figure that out, too, but the only people I've seen are the ones listed on the profiles in the foyer. There's no mention of any principal or any headmaster.

[chessturner]

They may not be here. I know if I were to kidnap a bunch of people, I wouldn't be where they could reach me.

[Kyrie shouldn't talk about that kind of thing with a small smile on her face. Looks like she can be rather levelheaded and direct]

That also means we should be at liberty to try anything we want to escape.

[icysemblance]

That, or they're here, but in a place we don't have access to. There are those locked doors, after all.

[It's actually not nearly as unnerving as it might be. There's no sense in sugarcoating the situation.]

That's true. Any thoughts on what we should try first?