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

[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!

[noblesnow]

[Oh no.]

There's a dance?

[shinedsobright]

'S what the lady said!

[noblesnow]

I see...

[She was too focused on the Everything!]

You're right, the question of whom Prefect-senpai will go with is of the utmost importance!

[imprefect]

[ WHAT?!?! ]

[noblesnow]

[YOU'RE AN IMPORTANT FIGURE IN THE SCHOOL, YOU'RE POPULAR!

NEVER MIND THAT REIKA HAD TO BE INFORMED OF THIS HERSELF]

[whimsicalism]

Obviously we'll be accompanying her!

[noblesnow]

My, all of you? Prefect-senpai is so popular!

[shinedsobright]

!

[Fret woke up late and has literally done nothing but talk to a couple people before coming here. He's still not even really sure what these things are!]

What, ALL of you? ... What are you supposed to be, anyway?

[imprefect]

Did I ask you?!

[imprefect]

[ She's been getting accosted with weird questions from weirdos at all angles already, but this one is the first one the visibly well and truly stops her in her tracks.]

What.

[shinedsobright]

Weeeell, I mean, it's a dance, and you said it was going to be co-ed... I just drew some conclusions on my own. Plus it's a dance at a fancy school, so I figured we were gonna have to do the waltz or whatever. You need a partner for that. And Miss Prefect, you're supposed to be our shining example! So you gotta have a date, right? I mean, am I wrong?

[imprefect]

[ She makes a quick recovery here, at least, though the incredulous little laugh she lets out sounds slightly unhinged. ]

That would never, ever, ever happen! There's no one here who's even worthy of asking me to a dance! They couldn't even get to the first step, let alone have me agree to go with them.

[shinedsobright]

Right, so you're an utterly untouchable schoolyard queen, I guess that checks out.

[he sees the tropes! He understands]

Why'd they program the Brothers to be your simps though?

[imprefect]

[ Good, they're on the same page.

Well, on the same page except for -]

Simps? Well, they're just robot sheep, after all; obviously they'd be simpletons.

[spychic]

...Do you think we all have to go to the dance with someone?

[A little voice pipes up, standing next to Fret. Hello. Tiny girl here.]

Anya isn't sure of all this.

[britbrat]

Well, I'm certainly not going with you.

[ She comes up to like his armpit. He'd feel ridiculous. ]

[spychic]

[...hey.]

Anya didn't ask you anyway. So that's fine.

[Hmph.]

[britbrat]

Good. Because I'd have rejected the offer out of hand.

[ Hmph yourself!! ]

[spychic]

You're not cool enough to take Anya anyway!!

[Damian would've said something like that. That's why her reactions are attuned.]

[shinedsobright]

Nah, nobody has to get a date if they don't want one! But it definitely says something about your social status whether you take someone and WHO you take.

Gotta say though, I've never heard of a Prefect going with a flock of sheep. Maybe she's starting a line of designer sweaters.

[or maybe she's a farm girl!!!]

[spychic]

....
Anya doesn't know how to take anyone to a dance! But Anya wants to be cool!

[Anya looks nervously around her, swallowing.]

A...Anya supports her...sheepies are probably easier to dance with.

1/2

[shinedsobright]

...Looks like she doesn't agree. [That sheep got hella rejected, YIKES!]

I think they might be dangerous, so don't you ask them either, alright?

[shinedsobright]

I could probably show you some dances though. At least if we're all really doing this thing.

[spychic]

...Poor sheepies. [Anya feels bad for them, but she nods slowly. They could be dangerous, but she still has pity. Then again, Anya has a very, very sweet heart.]

Anya does not think we have a choice in doing it.

So Anya will learn!