Welcome.

[trustmods]

It doesn't matter where you last were or what you were doing. What matters is that you're waking up in a decently comfortable bed in a room that's completely unfamiliar. You may feel a bit groggy, like you've slept for too long, but that will fade in time. Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy. You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave, though don't worry. Your door won't lock automatically so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. The hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused students 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 stuck in here for the time being. The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with twenty-nine 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 students. You might be stuck here for awhile.

Comments

[perpend]

No, I suppose not.

That would be too easy.

[At least he's not complaining about his arm. What he really needs are some heavy-duty painkillers, but he doubts those are just laying around.]

[ninehundredlives]

Exactly.

[Yep, probably not. She's actually a bit impressed by how well he's holding up. Normally they'd have drugged him to the gills by now.

There's a plunger in here. Susan pops the rubber end off, and now it's just a short stick. She can wrap one of these towels around the entire thing for padding, so hopefully the ropes won't chafe.]

Let me know if it's too tight. I know it hurts already, but it shouldn't start to go numb.

[perpend]

[Thankfully, his arm isn't going numb. He winces slightly, but that's to be expected.]

It would be nice if I knew what the hell I did.

[ninehundredlives]

Maybe you got hit by a car or...fell down some stairs or something.

[She still doesn't think it's the car thing; he'd be hurt worse than that. The arm could have been from trying to catch himself during a fall, she supposes...is that his dominant hand?]

You should probably rest. If I had my way, you'd have a bunch of painkillers in you right now.