[KIN'UN]

[detentionroom]

[You needed an escape.

For a moment– however brief, or however not– you longed to get away. Perhaps you envisioned a vacation upon sunny, beachy shores, palm trees at your back and seagulls floating in the air. Perhaps you envisioned nothing at all, and merely accepted that anywhere but here would do. Either way. . .?

You blink. . . and you wake up slouched on a school desk, arms folded with head resting between. You lift your gaze and realize that you've woken up in the middle of a classroom, seated in one of the. . . uh, very few functional desks that remain. The others have been broken into pieces, with legs and splinters of wood scattered across the floor. Deep claw marks decorate the walls, having gouged the sheetrock with jagged, violent gashes. The window curtains are closed, but they too have been torn and ripped to shreds, with holes showing a dark and unidentifiable landscape beyond the four walls which trap you.

And written on the blackboard, in large, white letters that seem to glow in the midst of the dim room lighting, is a warning]

DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR NAME.

[. . . you are not alone]

[Each and every new arrival awakens dressed in a high school-issued track uniform. The design is up to the players, but each uniform is already color-coded to match the group at large. Somewhere on your body is a new marking: a mysterious floral design shaded the same color as your track uniform. It is glowing very gently. And in your pocket you feel. . . something warm. Further investigation reveals a tiny little omamri, tucked away in your outfit, for safe keeping. Huh! What a nice gift!]

[For now, the front door to the classroom is locked. No matter how hard you try– with physical prowess or otherwise– the door cannot be opened.]

[But hey! You can poke around the area, if you'd like! Maybe get to know your new classmates. . . ? Try not to panic. For now, everything is. . . calm]

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[ARRIVAL MINGLING]

[detentionroom]

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[threadling]

[There's a clattering noise.

Then a dragging noise.

They both seem to stop at one of the corners of the room, where a small form is tucked down, peeking over the edges of a turned over desk.]

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[ratiocinations]

[Mid-room snooping, he finds himself drawn by those noises — he supposes he should learn a bit more about the others in this room, too. Presumably, that is the ideal; and obviously, not everyone takes as well(???) to a kidnapping as he does(???).

Turns to face that desk.]

You may as well make yourself comfortable instead of hiding away. We may be here for a length of time yet.

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[threadling]

[The figure flinches back when she sees someone address her.]

[She doesn't say anything for a few seconds.]

I don't want to be comfortable.

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[ratiocinations]

[Gestures in her general direction. He isn't quite sure he has the patience to try to implore someone frozen by uncertainty right now — not that this is an unreasonable reaction.]

Then perhaps you'd prefer to be useful?

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[ratiocinations]

[He had awoken with a start, as though lanced through by reality itself, and there are a few moments of utter confusion that plays across his face. But those moments are extended in the quick-fire fury of his mind, and it takes merely seconds before he is-

IMMEDIATELY up on his feet and walking towards that warning on the blackboard. Or just going to nose around this place with a quickness driven by faint alarm.]

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[whaledforc6]

[There's a guy, stretching and yawning, as if he just woke up from a nice nap. He takes a look around the room, noting the destruction and the random figures in their own desks, and nods to himself.

And he does what any person would do in a terrible, horrible, no good situation like this:]

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[whaledforc6]

Howdy!

[ratiocinations]

[Yes that is a fine and normal reaction surely. This guy spins on his heel from where he'd been examining a tattered curtain, since he's already up and stalking around like a feral cat, facing him with brows lifted.]

You've joined us.

[whaledforc6]

I guess you can call it that.

[He leans back in his chair, looking up at the bristling cat man. Actually, are you all just cats...]

[velluminous]

[ in the thickest Fantasy Russian accent known to man: ] Howdy.

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[whaledforc6]

...

[Looking at her.]

[threadling]

[Silently scowls at.]

[Does NOT howdy back.]

[demergo]

[ jumps a little. ]

H-hello. N-nice to meet you. I'm Ha— [ the message from the blackboard has already fallen out of his mind, save him from himself or don't it'll be fun either way ✨ ]

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[velluminous]

[ she's extremely slow to wake, this tiny woman in an equally tiny track uniform. groggy, a pinch between her brows as she comes to. she doesn't ... either notice or pay complete attention to ... the others in the room at first, or even the room itself—instead plucking at her shirt with faint consternation. excuse me???? ]

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[ratiocinations]

[Maybe she'll pay attention to this tall lanky guy as he stands RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER DESK.]

The situation's a dire one. Best wake as...

[He had not given true attention to the others here yet, assuming correctly that he would in time as they awoken. But now, glancing at her, she is... blue. And horned? And... what?? What is he looking at?]

...soon as possible.

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[velluminous]

[ in pink track shorts? ]

Da, I am awake. [ spoken slowly, in a very heavy accent, as the clarity comes into that sharp, dark gaze. there's even a tail, which has wrapped around her ankle, its tip flickering. through concerted effort, the hammering of her heart is held back, but her hands are tense. ] Having something on my face, me?

[ the faintly-glowing lupine tattoo on her fuckin forehead ]

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[threadling]

[The girl hiding behind an overturned desk leans just a bit out when she sees the woman start to rouse herself. Whatever paranoia made her barricade herself back there is supplanted for just a moment.]

....tiefling....?

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[velluminous]

[ WHO SAID THAT

she's getting tense, this tiefling, but such a tiny voice... and a tiny form... she turns in her seat and looks at her. dark eyes losing some of their edge when she does. ]

Human girl?

[demergo]

[ a-ah? well he's a little surprised to found out that he fell asleep in a random place and sure he doesn't recognize it but—what's more concerning are the people around him? he doesn't recognize any of them!

haruka straightens slightly from his slump, blinking rapidly. ]

Muu-san? Mahiru-san? Mikoto-san? Fu— [ finally, his eyes fall on the blackboard and it's very large imposing letters, clear enough for even him to understand. ????????????????

he sputters uselessly, even more confused than he was a second ago. ]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ He wakes up, looks around, and....!

Immediately puts his head down to try and go back to sleep. ]

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[ratiocinations]

[sir,

...

Nudges the leg of his desk with his shoe.]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ He makes a sulky, petulant sound. ]

C'mon Sara, lemme sleep....

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[whaledforc6]

[honestly







fair]

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[bad_crowmance]

[ ↑ See, this guy gets it!

He lets out a light snore. ]