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trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
trustfellows) wrote in trustfell2017-09-10 12:15 am
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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[ Finally, Alex takes a look at Elda's profile and stops short. ]
No- no way, that can't be true.
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[ . . . . Oh, she must mean - ]
... Don't worry, that's a normal enough weight for my build.
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You can't be 233 years old!
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I do look good for my age, I know!
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Okay she's at an impasse here and- She nods ]
Some people do.
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Uh. Must be eating...stuff all grown with the fountain of youth... Love?
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[ She smirks. ]
But no, love! Right! I've had my darling James beside me through the centuries and now I've got some dear grandchildren out of my boy. Oh, their eldest daughter's more or less your age! She's cute as a button, a real chop off the old block other than her bazongas.
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[ What kind of absurdly youthful grandmother talks about her granddaughter's boobs?! ]
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[ GET IT Because she looks like elda so she's gorgeous, obviously.
Wahahahaha ]
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Then, tell ya what, I'll just put an embargo on that subject, okay? ...I still don't get how love could keep you young. Especially into that age.
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[ Which... James didn't. The stupid, foolish man. He never ate enough. She... She keeps the smile, but her face briefly clouds before she rights herself. ]
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Just like that, huh? If you want it bad enough, you can survive anything?
[ Was it... No, this is stupid. Anyone can drown. ]
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She drops her smirk and shakes her head. ]
No, of course not. Willpower can't stop a stake or put out a fire. If you're not eating properly then that... that'll catch up to you too. [ She tuts. ] But the broad strokes? Knowing you don't want to die in your sleep or want to make it to the next Christmas? Those things help, the older you get.
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Stupid. Stop thinking of him like that. Alex has to snap herself out of this. The way she's speaking... There's no way Alex can dance around it. ]
Just...what are you, that things work like that?
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She's said too much, hasn't she? She smiles, and then reaches an open-palmed hand out to press on alex's head. Guess she'll just erase her memory. ]
Well, I'm a grandmother, obviously.
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My granny's pushing eighty and covered in wrinkles. Doesn't seem like the same thing.
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... and nothing happens.
Elda's eyes widen, uncomprehending and then looks down at her hand. She waves it a few times, barely hearing alex. What's- how is that possible. She's perfectly awake, well fed. She might have a a headache but it shouldn't just fail like that? ]
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Uh... Wh-what're you...trying to do there...?
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She can't erase memories?
She grinds her teeth together, but no, she needs to talk to the (miserably, disgustingly) human girl, ]
Just call it finger exercises! Sorry about that!
[ She still sounds more angry than sorry ]
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She didn't get an answer. She should...cut this short here, shouldn't she? ]
S-sure, whatever you, you're saying, I'll...sure, take your word for it.
[ Coughs, ] So, I should get to lookin' around here more...
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[ She waves a hand dismissively. Go on, get going... somewhere else. She's still resisting urge to look down at her hand. What just happened? ]