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

[ No, she's just green-- ]

Well, it absolutely sounds morbid when you put it like that. But if we're literally forced to stay together, we might as well make the attempt to stay together, since we're all after the same goal. Or, so I'd assume. Can't imagine anyone would get kidnapped here and immediately decide they want to stay forever.

True, true. Though I can't imagine the people upstairs have much patience for people not following their nonsense demands.

So, what, you think that if people don't start killing each other, they're gonna start to get desperate?

[ There's something kind of funny about that thought. ]

Then it's a fucking game, then. Us versus them.

Seems like it. Probably some bored, eccentric rich fella who thought "The Most Dangerous Game" was brilliant.

...In fairness, I thought that was a pretty good story. Maybe we're assuming too much that these people are well-read. Maybe they just wanted to play a big game of Clue.

[ A-hem... ]

"It was Chitoge, in the foyer, with the candlestick..."

[Snoooort, alright, you got her.]

I guess those fancy themed parties weren't doing enough for them anymore. Gotta get the real, gritty drama of Colonel Mustard.

That's right, a murder mystery dinner wasn't enough for them, oh no! They had a family game night, and it just wasn't cutting it! "Yeah, it was Professor Plum, but why did he do it? Where's the pathos?"

Gotta wring out every drop of emotion from the death of "Mr. Boddy." Otherwise its not art

Well, that's one way of making us method act...I'm a pretty shitty actress otherwise, so it probably wouldn't be all that entertaining if they just gave me a script or a cue card.

"Oh no, Tenacious is dead, whatever shall we...hang on, line?!

[Chitoge has honest to goodness pierced through her paranoia and got her cackling.

"You need to put E-MO-SHUN into it! Can't you feel the ART from my glorious script???"

Ugh, I can't work like this!

[ But the sound of a laugh is something she didn't really know she needed right now. ...It's a bit more contagious than she'd like to admit, and she's smiling now, too. ]

If you need me, I'll be in my trailer!

Gah! Actors! You can't work with 'em! I could train a million monkeys to act better than th-

[She can't hold off her giggling but longer and descents into a complete fit of it. She hasn't laughed in so long. Not since before Junior got sick.]

Good! Better a million monkeys than me! Where do I put in my resignation?! Is there a union I can file with?!

[ She can't help herself anymore; she's laughing, too. The green woman's a dork, noted. ]

I can't keep this up! I told you I was a terrible actress!

[She has to take a second to catch her breathe.] Well, you're certainly a good improviser!

Name's Fern. Chitoge, right?

[ Alright, phew, they had their fun. Back to business, at least for now-- ]

Hey, you even got the pronunciation right. Lots of people flub it the first time, but you did good, for someone who probably doesn't speak Japanese.

Glad I could give you a laugh or two, though. We had a pretty good back-and-forth there.

Welcome.

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