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

[bellabellabella]

[He smiles very encouragingly, and his eyes are soft, and warm, and seem to burn with some inner fire. He is pretty and is well aware of it, and is more than willing to leverage that to get what he wants.

That said, he's certainly not interested in her personally. There is only one girl who he will ever be interested in, and she is far from here. He is beginning to be glad of it - this is not a place that Bella should be, even if he is trapped here for eternity.]

Is there anything else you can tell us, Miss Nanami? You were clearly best qualified to be prefect, which does imply that you are also best suited to help guide the other students. There must be more guidance than that that you can give us.

[He looked up at the blush, and the thought that it looks delicious is barely a flicker in the back of his mind. It is easier to live with the thirst, when it's so tied to his sense of smell, for all that he still felt half crippled by the lack of his normal senses, including mind reading. The blush did seem encouraging, but it would have been nice to be sure. Still, he put his all into the way he looked at her, soft, tender, pleading, practically smoldering at her.]

... please?

[spychic]

[Anya watches from afar, her stare not judging, but knowing.

Edward, like Mama and Papa, is also a very big liar.]

not here

[bellabellabella]

[HE SURE IS]

[imprefect]

Oh...

[ It's been a pretty big day for her, and she's more flustered by this than anything. ]

That's really kind of the gist of it all... It all makes sense, right? And as the Prefect, like you said, I put a lot of effort into arranging things for the event this weekend... Won't you let me show you then?

[Edward has successfully convinced her of his kindness and respect. For today, though, Edward's probably gotten everything he can squeeze out. ]

[bellabellabella]

[You know what he'll take what he can get. For now, at least, she does seem convinced of charm and honesty, and if nothing else that is a good step in the first direction. So instead he smiles a crooked little grin, something self deprecating in the expression.]

Of course, I'm sorry. I just want to be sure that the entire class reflects well on you. It's obvious how hard you've worked.