Awaken...

[lockdownmods]

[ Everything still feels a bit hazy when you pull yourself out of bed this morning. Bed... not all of you may remember going to bed. It may take several long minutes for that feeling to die down. Several things may seem immediately wrong. But even if the basics are familiar-- there's a sort of uneasy feeling of wrongness that lingers as you come to. That feeling will probably never go away entirely.

Attached to your wrist is a small plastic wristband, almost like a watch, but without the numbers. Try as you might, it won't come off. For those of you who are familiar, it is designed with an uncanny familiarity to a Fitbit.

And then there's your current abode-- the room is fully furnished for one person-- and you are in fact alone, which may be a relief... or a great concern. The basics are all there: desk, lamp, bed, closet...

As the little things go though, it's almost completely bare of any personal flare. No personal effects at all...

With one exception.

On the desk sits a black tablet. And almost immediately after you find it, the thing starts going off one rapid fire 'ding' after another. Check it out and you will find several messages have popped up on the screen for you to scan through. The source and the content is... well. As questionable as everything else this morning I'd say. ]

meguman22922 ▼   X

meguman22922: mornin'! hope you slept well. meguman22922: orientation will be held in the main classroom in an hour. that's in the school building on the 1st floor meguman22922: but first you should introduce yourself. the others should be waking up about now too. meguman22922: you're in the dorms now, so dont forget to check the maps meguman22922: the tablet can help you with that. anything else, we'll get to at orientation. so! see you in an hour! :D

[ It would seem that you have much to investigate. Perhaps discussing it with these "others" may be the most beneficial way to proceed for now. At the very least there is a promise of answers in the near future. Whether or not they'll be to your liking though... highly doubtful at this stage, really. But who knows! Going back to school (or to school for your first time) can't be so bad, right? ]

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[devotingly]

Then why hold me up if you don’t know anything! Are you making fun of me?!

[ but immediately after he shouts that, waver looks at this stranger more closely. if he knows nothing then— ]

Were you taken, too?

[sendintheclown]

[Oh Waver, he’s not making fun of you just yet.]

Taken? How do you know we were taken?

[devotingly]

Because I’d never be here out of my own free will.

[sendintheclown]

Does that really mean you were taken? Perhaps you simply ended up here.

[He thinks for a moment.]

But that’d be far less fun, wouldn’t it?

[devotingly]

Oh sure because I would just trip my way inside here with someone messaging me on this-- [ he looks at the tablet, confused ] on whatever this is. That makes absolutely no sense.

[sendintheclown]

That’s a narrow way of looking at things, Mr-

[He pauses. Where was that tablet he woke up with? It was harder to keep things on him now he couldn’t just stuff them into his jacket.]

Gosh, I’ve forgotten your name already.

[devotingly]

[ he glares up at the stranger, clicking his tongue ]

Waver. Waver Velvet. And I don't see how my way of seeing things is narrow. Whoever did this probably has some sort of powerful Magic up their sleeve, no? It's the most probable conclusion, so of course I'm going to think that.

[sendintheclown]

It's too far in the box for me. [He shakes his head.] But you may be right on this one, Waver Velvet.

[Indeed spoken with a mocking tone.]

[devotingly]

[ why does this sound more like a mocking insult than anything else ]

Yeah, well, you don't always have to come to a ridiculous conclusion. Sometimes the answer is right there.

[sendintheclown]

Straightforward answers make the game far less fun.

[He sighs, and then clicks his fingers, face bursting to life once again.]

Waver Velvet, now I remember! [He looks to him excitedly.] Oh, how could I forget the poor boy who dislikes himself?

[devotingly]

[ in a second, all of the blood drains out of waver’s face. his heart skips a beat, and not in the good sense either.

but, not wanting to show his weaknesses to a stranger, waver scowls, his posture tense and full of anger. ]

You— that’s not true! You just want to make a fool out of me! Idiot!

[sendintheclown]

Oh no, you’re mistaken. I’m not trying to make a fool out of anyone but myself.

[He offers Waver a gentle smile.]

Truthfully, it only stuck with me because we’re not so different.

[devotingly]

You— That’s not—

[ he doesn’t know what to do at this point. the stranger’s sudden gentleness makes waver want to know more, but he’s also too afraid to open up to someone like this. even if it’s not mockery, he— ]

Don’t— don’t talk about me as if you know me!

[ waver wastes no time in running away; he’s done talking. ]

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol makes no attempt to chase him down; they’ll be spending plenty enough time together in the coming days. Instead, he gives him a parting wave and calls out to him as he goes, menacing cheer returning to his voice.]

Just remember what I said, Waver Velvet!