WEEK ONE

[lockdownmods]

[ Well that Orientation... happened. Whether you feel more informed or not, the truth remains. Here you are, within Fayflower University. You have your run of the campus, indoors and out.

There's also your tablets to play with. There are several apps-- and even a game! They didn't leave you without some entertainment. The music is a bit dated though...

And should you wish, there's still time to talk to the "staff" in a more... private setting. The office. They're not hard to find. Well-- your Professor, Han and Megumi aren't. Oswald is a bit more... difficult. ]

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Comments

[newhire]

[He's covering for her... but she can't just let it go.]

Is this really the time for this? He just helped save you-- you could be a little more grateful.

I told you it wasn't safe out there. You directly disobeyed my warning.

[whatsmytalentagain]

...

[Yeah, this ain't helping his trust in them. He knows they're hiding something.

Might be foolish to keep poking at them with everyone else in varying states of distress.]

... Sorry... We got the message. In my defense, going over the wall wasn't my idea and I only came to check when you started screaming at the others to get out. I didn't touch that wall.

Those guys, though... [He glances at Viral's group trying to recover.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I... I guess?

[He... doesn't exactly vividly remember the last time he got one, but... sure?]

....fans?

[Oh. Wait. His profile said he was apart of a hit band.]

Ah. right. Band.

[ososoi]

So ya got some free stuff?

[ Osomatsu would complain some more, but he's currently too tired to do so and he probably has his own box that he's not aware of yet because he's so exhausted ]

[unhalting]

...

[The punch doesn't really faze him, although he gives Osomatsu a bit of a look before checking back to the rest of the situation. Things seem to have calmed down by now, so heedless of Osomatsu's trembling, he'll move to heft the other man over his right shoulder and descend as carefully as he can, assuming there's no struggling. If they manage to get back to the ground without incident, he'll be setting Osomatsu down.]

[ososoi]

...Yeah. [ When Oso's in a bad mood, he's noticeably less talkative than usual. ]

So yer Shirou-kun, huh?

[swordsinternally]

[ While Shirou isn't going to say anything to this since he shouldn't butt in this conversation, but--

* Shirou will remember that. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Nothing. It appears to be an average supply closet.... albeit an very well stocked one.

[At least he has supplies to write with now... even if not his preferred ones.]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

A... a what?

[Cos...player???]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

If you wish. There's no harm in trying.

[swordsinternally]

[ Shirou puts his hand out and then says the two words, chanting it like a spell: ]

... Trace, on.

[ But there's nothing. ] That's... weird.

[devotingly]

You're kidding me...

[ it's not that he doesn't believe shirou. the boy seems to be honest enough to not lie about something of that caliber.

but knowing that his wish will remain unfulfilled...and rider's too...

waver's shoulder sag. ]

Then there's no point in fighting in that war. If neither mine or my Servant's wish will come true then there's no point. I'll never be acknowledged.

[ososoi]

Ya know! Cosplayer! People who dress up as fictional characters! ...I mean you're not dressing up as someone fictional, but still!

Last time I checked, the real guy has been dead for a while now! [ Oso doesn't know a lot about Edgar Allen Poe, but he knows enough that this guy doesn't seem to be like the real deal. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

.....Nothing happened.

[Well that's... concerning.]

[unhalting]

[He's looking over at Han, but not really saying anything. Besides, it looks like Rantaro's got things covered when it comes to questioning so Orga just turns back to where everyone else is just settling down from the incident. He's not going to be actively checking up on people, but he'll be around if anyone wants to chat for a bit.]

[swordsinternally]

... Yeah. The war might be pointless, but I think wishes should be granted by their own will.

[buriedearth]

[ ... ]

Hold on. A lot of other people went out over the wall, and we barely have answers about our situation. So of course he's going to ask some questions, but I believe it's because he just wants to help, and knowing more will keep things like that from happening again.

I think that's important, isn't it?

[12d3]

A couple, yeah. A pinata and a water bottle that I already drank this morning.

[i feel you oso... i feel you..]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

That's... a thing?

[Wait, no. More importantly.]

You must be talking about this.... other Edgar Allan Poe that apparently exists out there, according to you and several others.

[Well. Time to pull out the tablet and scroll to his Profile again. It's annoying that he's already gotten used to this.]

Look. My name's right there on my profile.

[swordsinternally]

I can only use one kind of magic.

[ That's the only explanation he's getting for right now, anyway. ]

That is weird. But someone mentioned memory loss, didn't they? For me, it's a little different than memory loss, though... I remember things that I shouldn't remember.

[tannic]

[Posted to Poe's door, in sprawling, beautiful cursive:]

My age is nearly a decade off, but everything else is more or less correct. Well. It can be said my occupation is fanciful, but it's not incorrect.
- R

[swordsinternally]

Yeah. I couldn't even feel my magic circuits. It's like I couldn't access them, or something.

[throwabookatit]

They really have trapped us here. Holding us against our will in every way.

[ She keeps reminding herself, even as she watches- no time passes. No time passes. But how can she trust what these people have told her? ]

[12d3]

Yeah, band.

[He looks extremely pleased.]

We're still startin' out but I think it's really gonna go places. I hope so, anyway. Otherwise I woulda' been in a twelve-year-long coma for nothin'.

[devotingly]

[ waver laughs, mirthless ]

There's no way that I can get my wish to come true by my own will. I'm too weak.