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

[matchbreaker]

[ Damn.

... and even more damn that unlike most anyone else so far, even with both of their strengths probably lessened some, Elda isn't able to immediately overpower him and tug back her wrist. He's as strong as that title might imply. ]

Bah! You've got sharp ears!

[blackmass]

And you have a remarkable way of introducing yourself.

[He let go of her wrist after a moment longer, folding his arms behind his back.]

Was there something that you wanted from me?

[matchbreaker]

[ She can't help how on edge she feels, that her eyes have shifted to catlike mode.

but... ]

I was testing my skills. You seemed like a capable sort and I've felt woozy since I got up.

[blackmass]

I am naught but a mere agent of the Church--'Elda Marker', wasn't it?

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, I bet.

[ Huff.

But she nods. That's correct. ]

[blackmass]

It's a pleasure to meet you. This is quite the arrangement gathered here, isn't it?

[matchbreaker]

[ Wow, it's so clearly no a pleasure... that she's going to smile and say it is too. ]

Likewise! But yeah, sure is. We've been entered into some big hell of shnanigans here.

[blackmass]

An inelegant way of phrasing the situation, though not necessarily wrong.

[matchbreaker]

Alright, so what's your elegant summary? Can't include the words "God" or "salvation" or "rejoice."

[blackmass]

I would say that this is an unforeseen tribulation we'll need to find a way out of.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, that's actually not bad.

[ she smiles a little at it, actually. ]

I'll agree, even. The way the rules are written, there's more unspoken ones, clearly.

[blackmass]

There's very little room for doubt on that front.

[matchbreaker]

[ No, there really isn't. She exhales softly and then glances back at the rules, profiles... ]

From how they're written, they'll also talk to use personally. There's no reason to have that self protection rule without it.

[blackmass]

Indeed. I do worry for the more hotheaded among us in that respect--the saying is 'rules were made to be broken', after all.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly, the first time that might be useful. It's not like this labels the punishments other than people need to "accept responsibility."

[blackmass]

Learn through example, in other words. A reasonable approach, if one with some measure of risk to it.

[matchbreaker]

I never said I'd be doing it.

[ She smirks up at the guy, focusing on the cross again. Her expression doesn't waver so much as solidify. Her eyes turn catlike again as she feels a tension she can't help.

... She needs to get out of here before she attacks him. a priest, honest to God. ]