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

PREFECT'S ORIENTATION (1/2)

[imprefect]

What do you mean, acting weird?

[ The auditorium is clearly made to sit far more bodies than are actually in attendance. While normally this might mean that anyone could choose a seat anywhere over the auditorium, most of the aisle seats and back rows have been cordoned off. Anyone who wants to sit is going to have to come down to the front of the room and sit in the half closest to the stage.

A blonde girl stands on the stage, facing away from the audience. She’s surrounded by several worried sounding Little Brothers and flipping through a copy of the student handbook. Her Academy uniform is decorated with several additional strips of dark gold trim, and when she turns slightly to the left, the badge bearing the school insignia on her lapel is just visible. ]

It figures they’re acting weird…everything about this is weird. I mean, it was probably one of these creeps. “Goatforsaken,” “Older Little Sister”... This has to be some kind of joke… [ As she sighs, sounding exasperated, the people filtering in catch her attention, and she stops muttering.]

Already…? I guess it’s time to start. Shoo, shoo, get out of here already! [ She waves off the Little Brothers that have congregated around her, stuffs the handbook away, and turns to face the audience of students with the biggest and most forced smile. ]

2/2

[imprefect]

All right, then, you newbies, you had better listen up, because I don’t plan on repeating myself!

[ She clasps her hands together in front of her, though her hands might be sweaty given how hard she’s rubbing them together…or maybe that’s just all in the imagination. ]

Welcome to fall orientation for the ultra-selective Ira Academy! As you know, I’m the Prefect of this year’s class, and it’s my job to make sure you can cut it in time for graduation! I’ve been really busy getting everything ready, but I had to make an appearance to make sure that everyone is settling in just fine and that nothing is wrong! And if you fall behind… Well, since you have my guidance all along, you really can’t blame anyone but yourselves!

Your first chance to prove yourselves to me, your Prefect Miss Nanami, will be this Saturday, at the school-wide spelling bee and co-ed dance! And obviously, I won’t feel bad if you fail, so you had better prepare yourselves well! [ Seemingly very pleased with her speech, she erupts into laughter after all. ]

Ohohoho!

[ The Little Brothers applaud in unison. They seem pleased as punch as the announcement.]

[noblesnow]

[Reika raises her hand like she's in... er... like she's in legitimate school.]

[imprefect]

Sure, since you've waited so patiently, I guess it's fine if you have something to say.

[canreallymove]

Good to know you find this weird too, lady. So how about cutting us some slack and letting us leave?

[imprefect]

That's not really possible. Just like the others, your enrollment in the fall's class has already been processed. You're supposed to be here...

[ She...really has to look down to look down at Sonic, and from the way her neck is angled, it really does look contemptuous. ]

[romancing]

[ raising her hand ]

What's a prefect?

[imprefect]

[ Smugly: ] You can just think of me as the student in charge here. And as the head student, you should listen to everything I say, right?

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat raises her wing.]

Uum... I already go to a different skewl.

[imprefect]

Not anymore. You've been transferred in, so now you're enrolled. Or maybe your parents enrolled you? You do have parents, right...? [ She looks...vaguely skeptical as her sentence trails off. ]

Either way. I'm counting on you to just do your very best.

[spychic]

[....]

...

[There is something really off about this girl. Then again, Anya is a Weird Girl (tm), which, as a class, offers her +20 ATK against Ojou-Samas.

She claps alongside them, but she just bluntly remarks...]

...Why do we have to prove ourselves to you? Why not a teacher?

You're just as old as we are, right? Anya is confused.

Also, we're all different ages...so how does this even work...?

[temmapathy]

[Emma made her way to the front so that she could read the prefect's lips properly, though that doesn't catch what she was saying with her face turned away. She raises one hand, already signing with the other.]

Do you know why we were picked?

[cellpreservation]

[He's just listening to what the others ask for now because oh boy where does he even begin with all this.]

[weirdlymagical]

[Just gonna march to the front of the stage, angry stomping all the way.]

Hey! I don't know who you are, but I do not have time for school! Who has time for school when the world is at stake?!

[shinedsobright]

[He is still so confused, but. Well, might as well play along, right? Ooh and aah at the girl with the big ego.]

Lady Prefect! Please tell us who you're going to the dance with!

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Uh, excuse me, Miss Nanami?

[Dylan does not like the attitude, but he will be polite, for the time being.]

As you can see, I am a dog, and dogs don't go to school, so can I leave please?

[curdle]

[ HEY, QUICK QUESTION, VVHAT THE FUCK ]

Graduation...?

[panglici]

[There's no point in getting angry. There's no point, not when she's gotten nicer clothes out of this and no one else seems to be reaching for weapons that aren't there.

The lack of a point doesn't mean that it isn't happening, especially given that laugh and this girl's... everything, really, the too-perfect hair and the patronizing self-aggrandizing tone and the title. Anyone seated nearby might notice "that lilac-haired girl's" hands clench into fists.

There is no point to being angry about this, and yet... Carrie stands up, gripping the back of the seat in front of hers.]

Everyone seems to have asked already in their own ways, but why us and seemingly no one else, Miss Prefect?

[At least her voice seemed not too shrill. That rulebook had been uncomfortably vague as to any consequences for rule-breaking.]

[keyringwitness]

[Yasu raises her hands and waits very politely for Nanami to call on her.]

Um, Lady Prefect, is there anything I can do to help out around here? The madam always said I have to earn my keep if I'm going to school, so...

[listen yasu does not want to get on the prefect's bad side she needs to demonstrate how nice and helpful she is this instant]

[holyironmade]

[There is a lot to unpack here. But you know what? Jeanne raises her hand.]

This "co-ed dance" is surely just one that both boys and girls will attend, yes? Not as if they're... dancing as couples? That would be very improper.

Re: 2/2

[lets_dewey_it]

Alright, cool, mind explaining where in the world Ira Academy is? _{[His forehead tie-wearing, jacket-slinging butt isn't bothering to raise his hand.]} And why we've been chosen or kidnapped or whatEVER?

[copycut]

[ Other people are asking Real Questions, and half the answers they're getting back suggest this girl doesn't actually... know much of anything. As such, there is only one thing for Kuro to do. ]

Hey, Miss Prefect! Tell me about your brother!

[britbrat]

[ Impatiently pushing his way to the front of the crowd: ]

Do my parents know you lot have just squandered all the money they've spent on securing my position at a proper educational institution?

[hashtagwoof]

[ Oh. Wonderful. This is their perfect, and apperently she wasn't the one in charge of enrollment. So... ]

'Scuse me, Miss Prefect? How did we even get enrolled here? Because I was helping my gaurdian with a huge project, like, a few hours ago, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't drop everything to send me to this weird place.

[bellabellabella]

[Edward... well he's not happy about all of this, but he's determined to lay on the charm, and so he does his best to be ultra charming, walking down to sit close to the stage and staring with apparent admiration up into this girl's eyes, as if searching the hidden depths that are not there.]

Would you prefer that we call you Miss Nanami?

[His voice was soft and warm and he carefully does not show too much of his teeth. This would work better if he had golden eyes, still, but he repressed the thought of what color they were with force.]

It's flattering to know that I was chosen for such an elite school. Is there any more information you can give us about it? Any information at all would be appreciated. After all, I want to know how to succeed, and clearly you are the best person to discuss that with.