WEEK 0

[whimsicalism]

Week Zero

Despite everything that made yesterday feel like a particularly spectacular dream, everyone will wake up today back in their dorm rooms and their academy pajamas (providing they changed before bed). The artificial light is still bright and happy, but the reality of the school year is truly beginning to set in. This is the true first day of classes.

This week, the ground floor of the Academy is open to explore. All of the rooms that were inaccessible on Monday are open for the rest of the week, though students will still be kept firmly on the ground floor while remodeling continues on the upper levels.

Classes are also in session, with a basic schedule advertised on the board outside the cafeteria. In addition to basic academic subjects, the courses offered have a slight bent towards soft skills: home economics, etiquette, and public conduct are peppered in with math and science. The textbooks available for classes are handed out at the beginning of every sheep-taught lesson, and they encompass several levels of learning on the same subject to account for the different levels of students in attendance, as if someone created a series of textbooks in the nature of this video series. Strangely enough, there usually seems to be one fewer book than there are students, as if someone wasn't accounted for when books were ordered. The Lady Prefect can often be found in attendance at these classes, though she tends to disappear right after each session for her office hours. All in all, she's a distracted, even daydreamy student, and she may occasionally ask for someone else's notes. But she's quick to take roll and remind others of deadlines.

Regardless, classes only last a few hours a day, and students are otherwise encouraged to pursue their own extracurriculars and self-improvement, including via gym and music room activities. There's time to eat and train on your own schedule...or maybe you want to try making a dent in the large collection of Zoobooks in the reception area, feeding the strange vending machine in the school store some of your red coins, or convincing a Little Brother robot to tell you what really happened when one of them started getting mouthy yesterday at orientation.

Two future dates linger on the horizon, both fresh from the discussions on Monday: The Little Brother that was behaving so strangely promised a game of hide-and-seek on Wednesday, and the first main school event, the spelling bee and dance, is slated to take place on Saturday.

How will you prepare?

Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday

OOC Notes

Welcome to Week 0 proper! Events will unlock on the relevant day. Effective immediately, students are able to explore the week's locations for some more information about the school. If you'd like mod input on an investigation, please tag in the mods by writing (INVESTIGATION) in the subject line of your comment. If you'd like to speak with a Little Brother, please put (SHEEP) in your comment header. They're pretty wary of talking to students in secluded places, unfortunately, so while you can talk to them one-on-one, they don't offer a private contact post of their own.

The Prefect, however, will be available for her office hours. Nanami herself can be contacted in private via screened threads there. Given the general off-the-rails beginning of the semester, she is a bit distracted this week, but there's never any harm in reaching out!

Don't forget your regains!

Comments

[britbrat]

[ .....

why do you look so intrigued, kiddo ]

[shinedsobright]

[He doesn't need to have Galaxy Brain to read that expression, oh boy]

Hey Vallyboy. How many fights have you been in?

[britbrat]

[ Through gritted teeth: ] Not my name.

[ First that stupid dog, now this smug teen. Great. Everyone's a nicknamer. ]

And a gentleman doesn't get into fights. Not that you'd know.

[bellabellabella]

[And Edward, who had seen how intrigued he had looked, flashed a smile full of white, white teeth at him.]

Remember that, then.

[britbrat]

I'm not afraid of some swotty Yank.

[ It is important to note at this point that, in addition to being four foot seven and devoid of any sort of muscle, Valmont is also still largely bedecked with half-dried Hawaiian punch. He's tried to scrub off what he can, but that stuff clings. ]

[bellabellabella]

[Meanwhile he is facing a 6'2 guy who is honestly pretty well muscled, though it is a lean muscle like a runner, not anything overt and bulky. Edward smiles at him, showing his teeth.]

Murder is not an easy task. To pull off, to get away with, or even to live with after. And you haven't even been in a real fight....

Not everyone here is in the same position. So keep it in mind.

[britbrat]

Well, don't lecture me about it. Go have a chat with our sainted headmaster. He's the one who's all gung-ho for murder; I've done nothing wrong.

[ Yet. :) ]

[bellabellabella]

Yes. I know.

[He is still smiling, and somehow it feels like a threat.]

I certainly don't want to lecture you. But you really should remember what I said.

[And, that said, he's gonna wander off.]

[britbrat]

[ Sticks his tongue out at Edward's back, like the gentleman he is. ]

[shinedsobright]

[......Well, that was interesting! He was asking for the same reasons, but now he can preserve his carefree image. And make a note of that creepy grin too while he's at it.

But he totally saw that raspberry anyway]

Uh oh, I think you just lost some gentlepoints for that.

[britbrat]

[ Just kind of scowls at Fret. You saw nothing and you can't prove it. ]