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[Entrance Exam] Week One

It would seem that it will be... some time before you're released. Two weeks. That may sound like forever, in this situation. But you aren't left with nothing to do. The Administrator has been kind enough to update the Tasks application on your tablet. There are also now several different tasks that you can accept. Who knows... you might get something good out of it. It's worth checking out at least. There are also several other new applications you can toy with, too.

And you won't go hungry. The staff is here to prepare meals three times a day. Breakfast is served from 6AM-8AM, lunch from 11PM-1PM, and dinner from 5PM-7PM. You'd best make sure you're in the cafeteria in time for those meals, because they won't be waiting around all day for you. They have lives, too. Unfortunately, you won't really be able to ask them about any of that. The serving area is separated by a glass wall, through which they serve you. Even if you try asking-- it would seem they have been told not to answer.

The rest... well. You may just have to see for yourself. At least you're not alone.

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SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY

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[ Hollyleaf wouldn't count anyone here as a friend. Nor would she say she trusts them. But...well, given by the lack of a hat strapped to her head today, it can be inferred that she's stayed in her assigned room, despite her discomfort, and therefore there's some sort of a bond between her and Kaoru. A different girl, strange, but ultimately friendly.

Therefore, her removal from the program is troubling. Because of who it was, yes, but because of what Vivienne had said as well. The news leaves Hollyleaf in a pensive mood for the rest of the day.

A little after sunhigh (noon), Hollyleaf stalks about the edge of Fayflower University's territory, staring at the fence. She arches her back and stretches a few times, finding grip and stability on the ground by digging her claws into the grass. What to do, what to do... Stalking back and forth, she can be heard, thinking out loud. ]

I'm no cat from SkyClan, but I'm a pretty good jumper. I can climb well...but if I fall, what then? No herbs, no medicine cat, and should I get injured who knows if they'll just send me away like that other girl?

[ And so on and so forth.

Later in the day, before the time the Twolegs serve dinner, she finds herself in the cafeteria, impatiently waiting for any of them to come out so she can try and...interrogate. Her tail impatiently flicks back and forth. ]

I don't like having to depend on Two- humans in this way. It feels...wrong.

Nine, not Two. [ ...he might be joking? It's hard to tell, but his tone is cool. ]

What? What was tha... [ Hollyleaf flicks at his leg with her tail. ] Oh, don't be smart. I-I was talking about Twolegs. You humans.

Were you? [ His eyes dart to her tail before focusing back on Hollyleaf. This time it's clear, his question is rhetorical—he definitely was teasing her in his own strange way. ]

Depending on someone never feels right, even to humans.

[ How dare he. She puffs her chest and turns her head away...before realizing she's really taking the grumpiest cat designation away from Jayfeather, and she probably shouldn't do that to her dear brother. With a roll of her eyes, her shoulders sag and she juts out her chin. ]

So far, that's the only common thing between us. This is beyond disgraceful.

Do you really know us that well? I wouldn't consider myself similar to anyone else here, besides Twelve.

[ Twelve was the exception to everything. ]

No... But so many of you so far have made such wild and untrue assumptions based on what you know of kittypets. There's no way to connect.

Haven't you made assumptions about us as well?

Well... You've got me there, but there's one of me, and upwards of twenty of you.

One hundred and eighty. [ 20 x 9, get it? That's okay because Nine moves on, no one has to understand his weird sense of humor okay. ]

Vivienne would likely say that's the icebreakers were for, but they were largely useless.

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[ Hello Hollyleaf, how are you doing on this fine day? His tail is wagging as he looks at her. ]

HELLO, PROSPECT OF ATONEMENT. [ wag wag wag ] I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL TODAY. ARE YOU ANTICIPATING A FELLOW PROSPECT'S APPEARANCE?

[ She hasn't yet met the dog. Therefore--

Therefore Hollyleaf yowls and screeches and leaps into the air, scrambling on to a table. ]

D-d-dog...?! What?!

[ wag wag wag ]

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FEAR ME. I WILL NOT HARM A PROSPECT.

You're a dog! I'm a cat! Have you got bees in your brain?!

[ wag wag ]

I DO NOT. BEES CANNOT SURVIVE INSIDE MY METAL BODY, AS I AM A ROBOT.

I mean-- Great StarClan, are you purposefully ignorant? Dogs hunt cats!!

I AM NOT A DOG, THOUGH I LOOK LIKE ONE. I AM A ROBOT.

I AM NOT PROGRAMMED TO HUNT CATS.

A... A what? What in... What is a robot?

I AM MADE OF METAL, CREATED BY MY MISTRESS.

[ wag wag wag!! ]

I AM CAPABLE OF ADVANCED THOUGHT DUE TO MY IMPRESSIVE MEMORY AND DATA BANKS. BUT I MERELY HAVE THE APPEARANCE OF A DOG.

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If you get hurt, we could just take care of you in one of the rooms!

[Whoops, hi. Here's Maya, showing off her knack of being surprisingly quiet.]

They can't take you away without your say though, so you should be fine.

[There she goes, being.... technically correct.]

[ A Twoleg, sneaking up on her? Shame heats Hollyleaf's pelt as she spins about, fur on end. It's one of the ones with an annoying screech upon seeing her... Wonderful. ]

M-mouse-brain, the fact that we're here in the first place means they don't care about our say!

[ A lash of her tail and she straightens herself up, trying to look at least a little dignified. ]

Let's get something straight, I'm not about to throw away my pride and honor to a little fall, alright?!

[...Hmm, she makes a compelling argument. Which is to say that she has an argument. But Maya is undeterred!]

The lady working here seems to care about us, and the Corgi too, so it's not like they don't care at all.

[As Hollyleaf straightens out, Maya turns to address the frence itself, hands resting firmly on her hips as she took a thinking stance.]

I understand. I don't think even I could climb a fence like that.

You're expecting me to trust the dog?

[ Hollyleaf gives her a stare to make sure she understands just how ridiculous that thought is. ]

What I'm saying is, I won't be shut away in a den and coddled like a housecat.

I mean, dogs are almost always trustworthy.

[Unless you happen to have a large collection of Samurai dogs, which she learned rather vividly. But she never had one herself.]

Okay, but how are you going to try and escape? Do you want any help?

[She's good at helping, according to herself.]

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[ She'd been more referring to the implication that she'd be "taken care of" in one of their rooms, which she highly disapproves of, but. Hollyleaf rolls her eyes. ]

You say that, but consider who you're talking to. Dogs aren't exactly a cat's best friend.

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