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

[temmapathy]

[Emma looks down, letting out a loud sigh.]

No one else I've met here knows. And this looks more like it's on Earth than SIX.

[noblesnow]

You weren't on Earth before?

[temmapathy]

No. My dad got kidnapped to another planet and me and my brother went there too to try and find him. And you're not supposed to be able to teleport twice.

[noblesnow]

Really? I've never had a problem with it.

[.........]

I mean, I've never seen why there should be a limit on how many times you can teleport.

[temmapathy]

What do you mean? Do you have better teleportation technology that doesn't mess you up if you go through it twice?

[noblesnow]

...............I can safely say I don't have any teleportation technology.

[Technically!]

[temmapathy]

[...]

Are you talking about magic? [Everything that's happened is so weird, this might as well happen!]

[noblesnow]

Yes.

[.........]

Hypothetically, that is.

[temmapathy]

[...that gets her an even longer stare.]

Only hypothetical?

[noblesnow]

...what else would it be?

[temmapathy]

Didn't you say something about having personal experience with it? Or did I misread you?

[noblesnow]

I--

[Oh no. That's a good opportunity to explain things away, but also that would feel bad. Only one thing to do!]

--so where do you think that road leads?

[temmapathy]

[Emma takes note of the topic change, eyes narrowing slightly. But okay, she'll roll with it for now. But Emma will remember that.]

Maybe a town or something? This place should get supplies from somewhere, right?

[noblesnow]

[unless she gets even more amnesia]

That would make sense. It would have to be either something like that, or they're flown in from somewhere.

[temmapathy]

Right, I guess if whoever owns this place is rich enough they can just do that.

[noblesnow]

Rich enough, or doing something illicit.

[Unfortunately she turns away in the middle of this sentence.]

[temmapathy]

[Emma sighs and reaches out to tap Reika's shoulder, holding up her notebook and tapping at the "reading lips" section again.]