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]

My name is Edward Cullen.

[Well, he decided a little wryly, if he was going to be here, he may as well be friendly. It never hurt to make people like you, especially since he had apparently well and truly lost his edge. Nobody here seemed nervous around him. He wondered if that was some side effect of the place, or if he really had made himself that... that tame, for lack of a better word, to the senses even if he never would be in reality. So, when he spoke, his voice was polite and warm.]

Do you enjoy music, then? Or is it just that you like electronic toys?

[lets_dewey_it]

Oh, I never really made my own songs yet, but music is fun too! I love punk rock and experimental sounds, especially The Feather Weights! The lead singer Jenny Karma actually inspired me to get my Signature Dewey Hairdo™! _{[He fluffed his hair for dramatic effect.]} What about you? What kinda music do you like?

[bellabellabella]

[The question makes him grin a little, as do the mannerisms of the...

Of the duck. The duck who is fluffing coiffed feathers - only he still called it a hairdo?

Better not to question it, he supposed.]

I'm afraid that's one I've not heard of, but it sounds like I'd enjoy their music. I listen to some indie rock, alternative, prog metal, jazz. Classical is always pleasant as well. Some of the oldies as well. Music in the fifties was good, it's a shame that it gets less attention these days.

[His fingers dance quickly across the keys, something that starts with Beethoven and transitions into Boulevard of Broken Dreams. He breaks it off after a few bars.]

I had quite the collection of CDs, back home.

[lets_dewey_it]

_{[Dewey now thinks Edward Cullen of all people is the coolest motherfucker in this school.]}

CDs, huh? I usually just search my music up on the internet, but my uncles have vinyls! They're all old stuff too, Uncle Donald's mainly got punk rock and Uncle Scrooge has old Scottish music stuffs, sounds up your alley.

I want you to know that I am living rn

[bellabellabella]

I know that a lot more people have been going digital lately, and there are a few albums I've bought digitally. Some indie bands are hard to find any other way, unless they're local or you're willing to travel. I still usually burn a copy once I have, however.

[He grins, flashing brilliant white teeth, though he is aware of that, and it is only for a moment. He usually avoids flashing too much of his teeth at people, and giving them too clear a glimpse of his true nature. Of course, given how comfortable everyone has been around him lately, he wasn't sure if he even needed to worry about it. Still, it was too amusing.]

I suppose I'm a little old fashioned.

[The words have something of the air of a private inside joke, but it's easy and comfortable.]

And I'd like to peruse your uncles' collections at least. It's always nice to find something new that you like.

Re: I want you to know that I am living rn

[lets_dewey_it]

Same here! Your CD collection sounds like it'd be pretty cool to listen to too!

[bellabellabella]

I like to think so, anyway. I spend--spent, I suppose--a good deal of time listening to it. I expect that being here will be hard to adjust.

If you give me a genre, I suppose I can try to play something from it, but I will admit that the effect will not be quite the same.