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

...You have enemies?

[Uh. That's kind of concerning?]

Well...I hope for your sake that they aren't involved. But would that mean, if it is them, that we share a common enemy?

I wouldn't think it's them now. A lot of things happened, let's just say. Which leaves me nowhere with this.

So it must be someone else entirely, then. [Welp.] May I ask where you come from, out of curiosity? Maybe that'll help make the connection easier.

My home country is somewhere in the Antarctic Ocean.

[not... lying...]

I'm seeing a lot of people who look like they were nowhere near that, though.

Oh...you live somewhere so cold? I'm surprised. I would have expected you to be wear a lot more layers, if that's the case!

[Hell, she didn't expect that anyone would be living there? Maybe scientists, but.]

You're right, though, I'm not from anywhere near there. I'm from Japan!

You get used to it. I was away before I was brought here, anyway.

Oh, that makes far more sense. I apologize for the assumption.

[A small bow of the head.]

You didn't see any place like this on your travels, then, I take it. If it's not too personal, what was the last place you remember being in like?

Very fancy, but... really, nobody was happy. But I was around a nice coastal town in Japan for a while before that. It was pretty good over there.

Oh...I'm sorry to hear that.

[Still, the second comment--Sayaka smiles a little more easily at that.] Well, I would hope that the country would treat you well. There's always so much to do and see over there. Were you sightseeing?

Maybe a little. It was more that there were some people based there I needed to meet with.

Well, at least that went well. Hopefully you can get back home soon, though...that place you were at before sounds absolutely terrible. It might just be easier to go back there.

You're right about that. My home's needed me back for a while. I suspect yours does, too.

[...oh. That gets a noticeable pause from Sayaka, though the smile doesn't really leave her face.]

...Yeah. My managers won't necessarily be happy with me being somewhere they didn't plan for. I think I'll be in quite a bit of trouble.

So you're one of those idols whose label controls their social life, huh? Not all that enviable. I guess we're the same.

[...well.

That gets a pretty significant pause, and Sayaka's eyes are wide, like she just got the air knocked out of her. That's...a rather effective calling out, there, Caren.

Still, she...forces back on a smile, but it's far, far more obviously strained. Seems she hit the note right on the head.]

...Ah, that's quite an assumption to make, isn't it? A little more than presumptuous.

...You know? You're right. It's just that it tends to happen in the music industry, from what I see. But a kidnapping is a kidnapping, so there shouldn't be much to worry about.

[If your managers make you apologize on live TV for getting nabbed to murderschool, maybe they ought to be here.]

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