INTRO MINGLE

[whimsicalism]

WELCOME IN

ORIENTATION DAY

(CW: Slight undertones of experiences of unreality.)

It’s a bright Monday afternoon at the Academy. If the sun happened to be visible, it would certainly be shining. The new semester that everyone has been waiting for is about to begin!

All students wake up at exactly the same time–not that you’re aware of this. Even those who don’t normally sleep must have given into slumber at some point; they, too, will jolt awake with the strangest sensation that someone was just whispering in their ears. The beds that you’ll find yourself in are small and unfamiliar, and you wake up wearing a uniform that you don’t recognize even though it fits you like a glove. A red book with black cardstock lining the inner cover sits on each dorm nightstand. Opening the book reveals a strange code of conduct. The following pages list, in alphabetical order, all of the students.

Beyond the handbook and a change of familiar clothes in the closet, there’s little personalization to the rooms, and they lack most homey comforts. As unusual as these surroundings may seem, it’s impossible to shake the subtle, lingering excitement: It’s the first day of school! What a delightful occasion. Shouldn’t everyone want to make the most of the year? The subtle, unshakeable desire to achieve sits in the back of every mind like the story of a happy dream. Perhaps you brush your hair or wash your teeth before going on with your splendid day. Your reflection in your bathroom mirror looks a little off, did you forget to cut your hair before the big day? Perhaps you realize that your nails or claws have been trimmed recently. A little odd but you must have been excited for a brand new school year.

The world outside the dorm room holds a few more answers, but most things are still shrouded in mystery. Today, it seems that some rooms are still locked up tight from summer vacation. Beside the dormitory and hallways, only the cafeteria, kitchen, gym, playground, school store, and A/V room are accessible. Outside the cafeteria, a digital sign titled DAILY SCHEDULE offers little structure, save for one afternoon event: 5PM - PREFECT’S ORIENTATION - AUDITORIUM. There’s a lot of business to take care of on the first day of school, after all. No one can just be expected to start learning without the proper preparation.

With some time to kill before the promised orientation takes place–and, according to that rulebook, everyone is expected to attend–students have only each other and the various robot sheep for company. With such a small class, perhaps working together will bring you newfound and long-lasting partnerships. The robotic staff seem polite, at least, if a bit confused at the sudden flurry of non-scheduled activities.

How will you spend your first day before classes begin?

OOC NOTES

Welcome to the IC intro mingle for Round 2! Your characters have the afternoon to meet one another, get lunch at the school cafeteria, review their student handbooks, harass the Little Brother robots, and prepare for the upcoming school semester in this post. As promised, the Prefect will meet everyone in the auditorium at 5pm and will post their own introductory comment at that time (Eastern).

While we're sure that some people are dying to get a head start on investigating all of the mysteries of the school (we're excited to reveal them), please hold your investigation comment ideas until the weekly post goes up tomorrow. As all ground floor locations should be open for exploration at that time, we invite everyone to scratch all of your investigation itches on tomorrow's post at noon (also Eastern)! In lieu of investigation threads today, characters may speak to/question/accost the Little Brothers, who have an NPC thread down below.

Thank you, and have fun!

Comments

[spychic]

[This was enough to make a little girl dizzy. Anya looked over the handbook, a dazed expression on her face, before she looked up. Papa and Mama never mentioned this. Papa knew a lot of school stuff, so he should've probably--warned Anya, yes? The tiny psychic shifted on her feet. Not to mention...there appeared to be a bunch of people around, but they were all odd-looking. And she could hear none of their thoughts.

She took a deep breath in. Looking over the profiles once more, she came to the realization this could only be one thing...

An enemy base. And they had Anya.

Remain calm. They prey upon fear! Anya assumed a brave stance...before she marched over to the first person she saw, and extended a hand.]

Anya is Anya! It is nice to meet you! Anya is new here too! So let's get along!

[....Unfortunately, she has the smile on her face...

Later, Anya can probably be found at the cafeteria where she's trying to find a bag of peanuts, or the gym which she's scoping out just in case there's a game of dodgeball. That could be dangerous, and she doesn't want to lose again.]

s m i l e

[canreallymove]

Uh.

[UM. WHAT IS THAT SMILE.]

Hi?...kid?

[PLEASE STOP SMILING LIKE THAT]

[spychic]

Hi there.

[And then she realizes her smile is...]

...Sorry. Mama said smiling would help Anya make friends. It usually doesn't.

[canreallymove]

Not like that it won't, kid! It's fake and...uh, kinda past creepy.

[#sensitivity]

But uh, it's ok. I guess your mom was tryin' to help and stuff.

[spychic]

...So it is intimidating...? Anya has never thought of Anya as intimidating.

[And then! A real smile!]

Mama always tries to help! Mama is very helpful, and that is a reason Anya loves Mama! ...Though she is probably worried right now. Because Anya has been captured here.

[canreallymove]

...Yeah, I bet she is.

[this kid is like

does this kid even qualify for school????]

Geez, what is wrong with these school people? You don't even look like you're old enough to be a Freedom Fighter!

[spychic]

...Anya worries about Mama worrying.

[That makes sense, right???]

Anya is 6! Anya is old enough! [That's what it says on the paperwork, anyway.]

But...but...Freedom Fighter? Like someone who fights evil??? ...Anya is old enough to do cool things!!!

[THAT SOUNDS COOL!!!!]

[canreallymove]

You got it right! Bein' a Freedom Fighter is the best! We kick but, we save the planet, and we stop evil dictators!

Gotta admit, it's probably the one good thing about being brought here-I can kick the butt of whoever's behind this, too. They sound almost as lame as Buttnik.

[spychic]

SO COOL!!!!

[Anya's hyped now. That's so cool. Almost as cool as being a spy or an assassin!!!

The smile on her face is so bright.]

Anya wants to help! Anya can kick butt! Mama taught Anya!

[canreallymove]

Oh yeah? I gotta see for myself, you know! Not just anyone can be a Freedom Fighter!

If you pass, I can make you an honorary Freedom Fighter. That's for the kids, see. And when you're old enough, we'll see about makin' you full time!

[He smiles at this. It is good she's at least excited about it, right?]

How about it? You up for showin' me what you can bring to the fight?

[noblesnow]

[Reika's searching through the kitchen trying to find something that would make an acceptable breakfCHILD. LOOK AT THE SMALL CHILD. SHE'S CUTE.]

Hello! Are you looking for something?

[spychic]

[Anya looks to Reika with a smile.]

Hello! Anya is looking for peanuts! Peanuts are Anya's favorite food, and Anya is hungry. Do you know where to find them?

[noblesnow]

Not yet, but I'm still looking through the food. I'm sure I can find some for you, Anya-chan.

[The Baby Must Be Fed]

[spychic]

Okay! We can look together, then! What do you want to eat, um...

[She takes her handbook out, and looking, looking...]

...Reika? Anya will help look with you!

[noblesnow]

Oh, I hadn't really decided yet. I was going to see what ingredients we had, and then try to make something for breakfast.

[breakfast for e v e r y o n e]

Introductions

[cellpreservation]

[What is up with this child.]

Uh... Yeah, sure.

[But he'll... shake her hand ig???]

I'm Yuta.

[spychic]

Nice to meet you, Yuta.

[His look seems...judgy. So her smile fades a little.]

Anya guesses you don't know much more about what's going on than Anya does.

[cellpreservation]

[He looks about to reply, although he pauses to internally rewrite his response because this child is even younger than he is.]

Yeah, I just woke up here. Same for you?

[spychic]

[Anya nods.]

Anya woke up in a dorm room. Anya read a roster...then Anya was here.

It's weird. Anya's not sure what to think.

[cellpreservation]

[Hm. How to not freak out the tiny.]

Well... I don't think anyone knows how we got here.

Want to see if we can find anything looking around?

[romancing]

[ It's fine, she's introduced herself to this weirdo with a creepy vacant look in her eyes. ]

Hi, Anya-chan! Koishi is Koishi! [ if that's how they're gonna be introducing themselves ]

[spychic]

It's nice to meet you, Koishi!

You're.... [Anya looks down at the profiles. ...:thonk:] ...from the Underworld?

Are you a ghost?

[romancing]

A ghost? Oooooh, that'd be fun. I could drop konnyaku down people's backs and make spooky noises.

But no. I'm a satori.

[spychic]

...

What's a satori?

[:thonk:]

[romancing]

You've never heard of them? [ huh. and here she thought the satori stigma was universal ] We're a kind of youkai who can read minds. A lot of us live in the mountains, but my sister and I moved underground~.