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. ]

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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? ]

Comments

[sendintheclown]

Oh, honorifics! I learnt those!

[All those beginners Japanese books were leading up to this moment, surely.]

Well, I wouldn’t let myself be anything but Gogol-san to anyone but Dos-kun...ah, but Clown-kun would be a cute one, wouldn’t it?

[swordsinternally]

I think being called Clown-kun would be pretty weird...

[ Not that he thinks that he isn't strange already and it shows in his rather baffled expression. ] So Gogol-san it is.

[sendintheclown]

Is that such a problem?

[That’s a shame.]

Oh well, that’ll be it then, Emiya.

[Note the pointed lack of an honorific.]

Are you ready for my next question?

[swordsinternally]

[ Shirou doesn't mind the lack of honorific-- it actually doesn't bother him in the slightest bit before he nods at the second question. ]

I don't mind, go ahead.

[sendintheclown]

Secoooooond question!

[He really needs a drumroll here.]

Who is Emiya Shirou?

[swordsinternally]

... 'who'? Well, I guess it's me. I'm just a pretty ordinary high school student. Well, I'm a soon to be graduating senior at Homurahara.

[sendintheclown]

Is that all there is to you?

[swordsinternally]

I mean, I don't really know what else there is to say about me... I mean, I guess I like cooking and cleaning, but I don't think it's that important.

[sendintheclown]

Of course it's important! Those things build character!

[swordsinternally]

You think so?

[sendintheclown]

Of course! It means far more than you being a high-schooler.

[swordsinternally]

I suppose that's true...

[sendintheclown]

Academic institutions will never do anything for you! Remember that well!

[swordsinternally]

... Eh? Why not?

[sendintheclown]

They fill your head with all kinds of distractions and lies.

[swordsinternally]

I don't think that's true.

[sendintheclown]

[For the rarest moment, Gogol’s face falls.]

Of course you don’t.

[swordsinternally]

Why do you even think that they're distractions and lies to begin with?

[sendintheclown]

They’re cornerstones of society. How could they be anything but?

[swordsinternally]

To the people that work there... I think to them it's anything but that, though. It's important to them, after all.

[sendintheclown]

Of course it is. They don't know any better.

[swordsinternally]

[ A part of him gets angry. Not for his own sake, of course, but for-- ]

You're wrong about that. Not knowing any better... [ His hand curls into a shaky fist. ] That's absolutely wrong.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol's gaze flicks to the fist, and back up to Emiya, grinning wider.]

I get that a lot.

[swordsinternally]

If you get that a lot, that means that you're the one in the wrong, right?

[sendintheclown]

Perhaps, but that would only mean I'm in the right.

[Chew on that one, Emiya.]