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

office door

[lackinginfaith]

I don't expect kidnappers to want to cooperate.

[Says someone with a very early-2000s halter top with a see-through top third, ripped jeans, and a purple fuzzy belt. She glares at the door like she's going to punch a hole through it if this keeps up.]

[sleepytimegal]

[ Holy shit that outfit- no you know, Alex isn't one to judge on fashion. Sure, go nuts. ]

You think this is their hideout? I was just knockin' to be annoying.

[lackinginfaith]

Could be. I don't like to rule anything out in these situations.

[sleepytimegal]

What, you're familiar with supernatural kidnapping?

[lackinginfaith]

Supernatural? That's kind of a big jump.

[sleepytimegal]

More like an educated guess. ...But, if you've got no common ground either... What d'you remember? Right before you woke up here?

[lackinginfaith]

What I remember is the only people who would want to kidnap me giving up on that and removing themselves from the picture. Which means I'm as lost as you are.

[sleepytimegal]

Whoa. You had people who wanted to kidnap you? Yikes.

[lackinginfaith]

These people seem to know enough to do it, too. I don't exactly scream "occupation: princess" to everyone I meet, but they figured that out somehow, because they plastered it on my profile.

[sleepytimegal]

Another one, you're a for-reals princess? Tiara and everything?

[lackinginfaith]

Not here, but yes. I'm in charge of a principality in the Antarctic Ocean. [not technically lying.] Just call me Caren, it's easier on everyone.

[sleepytimegal]

Huh. Didn't know of any places in that beck of the woods, but what do I know, I'm a history girl, not geography. Alright, Caren it is then. I'm Alex.

[lackinginfaith]

Nice to meet you. So you're saying this was supernatural, like witches?

[sleepytimegal]

Uhhh... I don't know what it was but supernatural seems like the only explanation?

[lackinginfaith]

I'd think supernatural things would want to stay hidden and keep people from thinking they were real.

[sleepytimegal]

...Yeah... Probably. [ Did she bring all that on herself...? But- ] Look, I just know- I don't know if it happened to anyone else, but things were weird beforehand. Like, high-scale top-notch weird.

[lackinginfaith]

...Inexplicable storms on the ocean weird?

[sleepytimegal]

A...little different but...something along the lines of unexplained radio broadcasts and shapes weird.

[lackinginfaith]

[Caren slowly breathes in and out, thinking this over.]

I'm not sure if that's better or worse.

[sleepytimegal]

[ ...Oh, someone who. Actually knows a little what she's talking about? ]

Uh... You- d'you have any idea what that's all about...?

[lackinginfaith]

No idea. But if it's not what was happening to me, with the weather, then that just means we have more problems.

[sleepytimegal]

[ Problems on top of problems... Alex just- ] I, uh- I think- mine might've been an...isolated incident, if it's not...directly connected to you, or this, so...you might not have to worry.

[lackinginfaith]

Any more than I'd already have to worry about being snatched up by this place, you mean.

[sleepytimegal]

Well. Yeah, I thought that kinda spoke for itself.