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[Entrance Exam] Arrival
You wake up. There’s a dull, throbbing pain in your head that lasts for a few moments. You’re slightly disoriented at first, but once you come to your senses, you realize that you are not where you were last. You lift your head and realize that you're sitting at a desk. You aren’t quite sure where this is, exactly, but from what you can tell--desk and all--this appears to be some sort of...fancy classroom. Maybe there are others in the room who are as lost and confused as you are; maybe you’re the only one. At least you’re not in the dark. The room is well-lit, giving you a proper view of the blue and silver designs that make up the school’s colors.
You feel something around your wrist, so look down at your hands and notice a strange sort of bracelet. Some of you may be able to discern that it's some sort of Fitbit, but try as you might, you cannot remove it.
You only have a few more seconds to process what’s happening before you hear something buzzing on the desk you’re sitting at.
It appears to be a tablet of some sort. It turns on automatically due to a notification that pops up on the screen. The notification reads, “Good morning, Prospect. Welcome to Fayflower University’s Entrance Exam!”
There’s a “Next” button that leads you to another notification: “Please spend the next hour introducing yourself to your fellow Prospects. More information on your peers can be found on the "Profiles" app. Failure to engage will result in punishment. Be sure to adhere to the rules, which can be found in an application called “Rules” on this device.”
There’s one last notification: “When the hour is up, report to the Gymnasium immediately for your Orientation. You will be given further information and instruction there.”
You exit out of the notification. You now understand what the notification means: the tablet has four applications: Rules, Tasks, Profiles, and Maps. If you try to click on the Tasks app, another notification pops up indicating that the application is currently unaccessible. The Maps app only shows you a map of the building you're in right now. There's a little marker indicating your location as well: The one and only classroom in the vicinity.
A large red timer appears at the bottom of the screen. 59:59.
You'd better get started.
You feel something around your wrist, so look down at your hands and notice a strange sort of bracelet. Some of you may be able to discern that it's some sort of Fitbit, but try as you might, you cannot remove it.
You only have a few more seconds to process what’s happening before you hear something buzzing on the desk you’re sitting at.
It appears to be a tablet of some sort. It turns on automatically due to a notification that pops up on the screen. The notification reads, “Good morning, Prospect. Welcome to Fayflower University’s Entrance Exam!”
There’s a “Next” button that leads you to another notification: “Please spend the next hour introducing yourself to your fellow Prospects. More information on your peers can be found on the "Profiles" app. Failure to engage will result in punishment. Be sure to adhere to the rules, which can be found in an application called “Rules” on this device.”
There’s one last notification: “When the hour is up, report to the Gymnasium immediately for your Orientation. You will be given further information and instruction there.”
You exit out of the notification. You now understand what the notification means: the tablet has four applications: Rules, Tasks, Profiles, and Maps. If you try to click on the Tasks app, another notification pops up indicating that the application is currently unaccessible. The Maps app only shows you a map of the building you're in right now. There's a little marker indicating your location as well: The one and only classroom in the vicinity.
A large red timer appears at the bottom of the screen. 59:59.
You'd better get started.
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[Regardless of whether you were trying to mind your own business, this pale man edges into your personal bubble. He seems relaxed - jovial even, as he sticks out his hand.]
Allow me to introduce myself. Sherlock Holmes, the world's greatest detective and only consulting detective.
[Is he really making this his first impression.................]
I look forward to collaborating with you.
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[ did he not realize the fact that he was basically picked out of a war? or the part about punishment? absolutely not.
he smiles brightly, and extends a hand for an enthusiastic greeting ]
My name is Flat Escardos of the El-Melloi School! It's nice to meet you!!
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Actually, no, that's a lie. Jake was terrible at school. But he can pretend he was, can't he? Not like these guys knew any difference.
And so, he stands up]
Okay, keep calm everyone. I have absolutely no idea what's going on, but I'm NYPD.
And I can handle this Slytherin knockoff.
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...Pearly? Nick?
[...]
Hey, Nick! Where are you? Where am I?
[.............]
NIIIIIIIIIIIICK!
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[ ...it's the first thing that escapes her lips. this hour certainly will be fleeting, won't it? but for a young girl who's waken up in a strange place, kaoru doesn't seem very concerned about any of this at all. in fact, she will approach whoever she sees, holding her tablet in her hands. ]
Greetings. You wouldn't happen to mind if I introduced myself, would you?
[ and without giving you much of a chance to respond: ] My name is Kaoru. Seta Kaoru. And according to this application, I've been given a befitting title: Prospect of Charisma.
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...Hang on.
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Okay, well, you can be sure he immediately ran to Kurusu as soon as he spotted him, but whenever they separate... introductions, right? Right. ]
Hey.
[ Is that too informal for this situation? Well, whatever, he doesn't even know what this situation is.
He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, but gives a friendly -- if somewhat anxious -- smile. ]
Um. I'm Yuuki Mishima, from Shujin High School. It's... nice to meet you? I think?
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[ A tiny girl that looks like she should absolutely not be here will wander up to you while holding her tablet out. Her eyes flicker towards the electronic device with a mix of both confusion and intrigue before she looks at you with bright eyes filled with curiosity. ]
My name is Hanamaru Kunikida and I was wondering if you knew how to work this device?
[ For starters, it's not even turned on and she keeps moving it around in her hands, attempting to figure out the right way to use this strange, new device.
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She's already off to a great start. ]
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First, though, Kyousuke goes through the tablet and immediately opens up the profiles, stopping to look at his own to read through it carefully. Once he's done, he starts approaching others and nodding at them in greeting. ]
Kyousuke Natsume. It's nice to meet you. If my profile's correct, I'm the Prospect of Perception.
[ Which sounds pretty cool, he won't deny that. ]
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At least he's not drugged and in handcuffs. He'll immediately take that as one up over previous situations he's been - headache aside. After scanning around the room, Akira.....................
does not introduce himself. Instead he goes over to one of the security cameras hanging off the wall and stands right under it. ]
I'm too young and innocent to be exposed to the sordid ways of University life. Can I take a rain-check, and at least get to finish enjoying the dizzying days of my youth before being kidnapped to attend University entrance exams?
[ Also don't tell him what to do. ]
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[Kayneth's lip curls in increasingly disgusted disbelief as he reads through the tablet, until he just kind of places his head in his hands and sighs.]
Please, just drop the ceiling on me now and just get it over with.
[look. it's been a rough week. his nerves got fucked up, he can't do magic, he can't walk, and his little finger is dislocated. he's just kinda done]
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Nothing happens. That's weird. Actually, that's not weird, that's a terrible sign. Her eyes are lead down to the tablet in front of her and...]
Am I dreaming? [Max takes a cautious look around her surroundings. A few tall, intimidating looking men, a couple teenagers,, a skinny guy with glasses, a little girl––oh, no, she's a teenager too, and...did that guy just say he was a police officer? When Max notices the timer counting down, a chill runs down her spine as somehow, the timer makes this feel all too real, and all too scary. There's no rewinding that number.
Why am I here?]
"Introduce yourself to your fellow Prospects"... [Max stays seated, continuing to mumble to herself]
Straight out of Saw. Well Max, better prepare some fun, ice-breaking facts as long as you're going to be here...
[she's gonna die]
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[Dr. Eggman is, for lack of a better term, lumbering up a desk. Is that the highest point of the room! No, it is not. He spends a large amount of time climbing down, then instead, climbs on to the teacher’s podium. He takes his time wobbling on to it, keeping his balance, before speaking grandly in one single introduction:]
CITIZENS OF EARTH, CAST YOUR GAZE UPON YOUR FUTURE RULER! I AM SMART! I AM WISE! I AM BRILLIANT! I AM DR. IVO “EGGMAN” ROBOTNIK, THE WORLD’S GREATEST SCIENTIST, AND YOUR SOON-TO-BE FUTURE RULER! NOW, COWER BEFORE ME, OR CLAP ALONG TO THE BEAT - EITHER IS ACCEPTABLE! BASK IN MY BRILLIANCE, MINIONS!
[He begins singing along to some out-of-tune jam, as normally this would be done via speaker, but here he must improvise by singing at the top of his lungs:]
N-oh!
The story begins with who's gonna win
Knowin' the danger that lies within
Aboard the ARK a genius at heart
Who wanted to unlock the mysteries of life
I am the Eggman, that's what I am
I am the Eggman, I got the master plan
I am the Eggman, that's what I am
I am the Eggman, with the master plan
[and he just...won’t stop until interrupted. or after 6 minutes of this, in which case, he just stops - panting for air.]
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Coo! ( You foul monster! Okosan demands you release him at once!)
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Because it's obviously not real. Right? Right. But that doesn't mean she can't be friendly!
So at any point during this hour or so, you'll find yourself aggressively greeted by a surprisingly cheery young girl, who seems to be taking this whole unexpected kidnapping thing in stride. ]
Hey! We're supposed to be making friends, right? [ well not exactly but that's sure as hell what Kasumi decided to take it as. ] I'm Kasumi Toyama!
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Hallucination, abduction by Five, already his mind has begun to race to piece together what's happened logically. He could afford himself one irrational thought on top of all the analytical ones though, he always had. The other bodies in the room, the tablet on the desk, and the device around his wrist can wait. Twelve was here, he had to be.
After they've been reunited, Nine is more amenable about talking with others...kind of. Why bother with introductions when you've been supplied with profiles? Nine has no interest in fraternizing with everyone else—the data they've been given was a sufficient enough start, and besides he had work to do and the classroom is entirely noisy. Nine doesn't bother to go far, the area by the courtyard is far enough to get away from the mess back there. If there was anyone actually worth taking more than cursory note of (and if he's being truthful just from appearances there decidedly is), Twelve would tell him about it.
The first order of business was to utilize the information already at his disposal. Rapidly he flips though the different applications on the tablet, switching from one program to the next at a speed that's dizzying. It might take him a second to realize that someone's near if you approach, but his response is unilateral. ]
Not interested.
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WHAT! THE EVER-LOVING!! FUCK!?!
[ And look. Tess is not a smart girl who does things in reasonable ways or cares about things like "punishment." She's been to school before, you gotta treat administrations with a firm hand so they don't get the wrong idea about who's in charge, you know?
So she's trying to get to the door and leave without bothering with any of this, fists clenched at her sides and looking like she's clearly ready to do a fuckin murder already. LATER LOSERS!!! Unless you want to like. Intercept her. ]
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...Headache...
[ He'll rub his temples with his wings, frowning. And then he'll check his messages, before looking around at everyone. The humans probably can't read expressions on birds, but there's distaste there. Then he'll notice Okosan, so... At least there's one bird here. He'll deal. He can handle humans, even if he doesn't like it. Right now, though, he's going to take his tablet and just.. Grumble. Fine. If he has to engage, he fucking will. ]
Iwamine Shuu, school doctor of St. Pigeonation's Academy. There. That's all you need to know.
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Pretty exciting!]
Whoa, is this a real kidnapping? Nya ha ha, wow, that's never happened to me before! Awesome!
[He kinda wonders how in the world they got the drop on him. That doesn't happen a lot. Geez, must've been some impressive magic. And what's this, exams, university? Geez, he already went to school before, didn't he? Oh, but introductions, huh? Well, that's simple enough. The first chance he has to cut in and talk to someone, and...]
Ooh, ooh, me next! The name's Henry. Nice to meet'cha!
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Hollyleaf's eyes snap open. She's laying on something hard, something that doesn't smell like the forest or the world she knows. Like a crack of thunder, she's on her paws, breathing hard and quick. There's something around one of her forelegs and a weird device wrapped about her shoulders and there's so much shouting, everything smells like Two-leg--
So, Hollyleaf just. Immediately jumps down from the hard thing she woke up on (chair) and tries to find the most secluded place she can. Easier said than done, because there are just so many Two-legs tromping about. Hopefully she won't be noticed, as she crouches beneath one of the desks toward a wall, trying to understand the situation before her, but she's probably not lucky enough for that.
What you'll see if you look for her: an obviously feral cat, bushy-tailed and battle-scarred, long legs and fur, trying to claw at the Fitbit around her front leg and to shrug herself out of the strange cat-sized backpack that's been fitted to her. So you know, that's weird. ]
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Firstly, like any good centre of education, this building had a faculty office.
Secondly, whoever had brought him here had been kind enough to leave a set of lock picks in his pocket. He'd kept them hidden there, but running his thumb over them had been oddly comforting. Like a little speck of the familiar in all this confusion.
He had a plan, and it was a simple one. Check the faculty office. And, on the likely chance the faculty office was locked... break in. After all, if you needed to speak to one of the people in charge at school, you went to the faculty office. Why would this be any different?
Stopping in front of the office in question, Akira reaches out and rattles the doorknob. Locked, like he thought. A quick glance around reveals a couple of cameras focused in on him, but... picking a lock isn't the same as breaking one, so he has no reason to worry as far as he's concerned. He gives them a pleasant smile and wave, before fishing the locks out of his pocket and crouching down in front of the door.
It's a patient, fiddly process, coaxing a lock open. And he doesn't even have the adrenaline of being in a palace to urge him on, or the promise of treasures once he gets this door open. But he's hoping he'll find something, at least. Finally, after a couple more careful twists of his hand the lock pops with a soft click, and Akira straightens up, depositing his picks back into his pocket. ]
All right then. Let's see what you're hiding away in here.
[ Time to find out. ]
2/2
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Pikachu can't remember much about his time working with Harry- truthfully, he can't remember any of it, aside from the car accident. But this whole song and dance of getting kidnapped... it feels like old news. He doesn't doubt that at some point in their partnership, they'd gotten captured and eventually broke themselves free- how hard can it be to do it again?
Of course, he doesn't have Harry with him... Maybe one of these random humans will do as a replacement. Whatever. He'll think about that later. For now, what he needs is coffee. And donuts. And chocolate... Whatever candy that cafeteria might have, really. Amanda's not here to stop him, after all...
Pikachu starts heading towards the door. The closed door. With the doorknob several feet above him.
Maybe he better start with introducing himself, after all.]
Hey. How ya doin'? Name's Pikachu- I work with the Baker Detective Agency, to investigate criminal activity involving Pokemon and humans in the area around Ryme City. Now... any of you folks wanna get coffee?
[To be honest, he's not expecting anyone to understand him- no one ever did, until Tim came along. But it's more dignified than mindlessly shouting "Pika" at people until they guess whatever he's saying.]
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He might just bump into you with a yelp.]
S-sorry about that. Are you all right? [He looks apologetic enough, but there's a hint of caution in his eyes as he looks back.]
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AH BUT WAIT, SOMEONE'S MISSING
It would seem... you've wasted the time we've offered you... so we'll just have to make due with this time.
Prospect who's done nothing so far... introduce yourself... none of you will be excused until it's been done. And... seeing as... he hasn't been willing to share on his own time... you are more than welcome to ask any questions you have... while we have him here.
[ALRIGHT AIDEN. YOU HAVE SOME 'SPLAININ' TO DO.]
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BLESS......
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Huh? A-An exam?! But we haven't studied for it- Wait.
[He stares blearily at the blue and silver surroundings. This... isn't even his university... So now he's having to seriously consider the possibility that he somehow wandered into the completely wrong one in a tired state. But he'll poke around the tablet and see what all this prospect is about. Seeing that he's apparently the Prospect of Gaming is, well, spot on for things have been lately, but it's almost depressingly so after he only just got back to playing it. He just wanted to spite Seven for pranking him... actually, he's strongly wondering if Seven is somehow behind all of this in the first place. He'd totally call Yoosung the prospect of gaming, as well as these cringey weaknesses (seriously, pointing out his foreveralone status is a low blow!) and with his mysterious job he might be able to pull something like this off. So he's pulling out his cell phone and trying to get into the RFA app. Which... doesn't work.
That's odd, when the tablet works. He goes back to messing with the tablet, and checking out the maps. This is really looking grim. The internet on his phone doesn't work, and somehow this school seems like it completely lacks computers too. His headache hasn't gone away either. He's just going to sit here and sob.]
I'm going to die...
[How's that for an introduction.]
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