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00 - prologue
PROLOGUE
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing – something strange begins to happen. There's a sudden burning sensation that wraps around your right wrist and part of your forearm. If you glance at the affected area, you'll find that it's...glowing. The glow is pale blue, and it's so bright that it hurts to look at. The burn itself isn't so painful that you feel like keeling over just yet, but it does hurt nevertheless.
But before you have time to try to soothe the pain, you start to feel lightheaded, dizzy. Perhaps some of you may attribute this to any injuries you may currently be sustaining. For those who were previously unscathed, however, there's quite possibly no explanation for this other than the sudden appearance of the mysterious burn on your arm.
There is no time to mull it over, though, because it is the last thing that you see before the world suddenly fades to black.
When you regain your senses, your vision is blurry; but when it starts to even out and you survey your surroundings, you find yourself sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair. Looking around you’ll see rows and rows of chairs, all facing the same way towards a desk, a podium, and an empty wall. A projector hangs from the ceiling and the lighting is bright and artificial... For some of you, it might be reminiscent of a college lecture hall. For others, you might have never seen anything like this before.
Your wrist, by the way, feels perfectly fine...though there’s now some kind of strange marking on it. It looks like a scar of some sort, and if you choose to touch it, it doesn’t feel inflamed or damaged in any way...but that doesn’t mean you don’t experience any pain. Perhaps the last thing some of you remember is a hard-fought battle, and the aches from your injuries still linger; some of you might not even remember getting hurt, and yet, your body aches like it has; for the lucky ones who feel fine, well. Pray that it lasts for a little while longer.
Because the moment someone gets hurt – emotionally or physically – there’s a small chance you’ll feel it, too. Where and who and what it’s coming from, though, is on you to figure out.
In front of you on the desk is some kind of device – a tablet, for those of you who are familiar. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be capable of doing much of anything right now, other than take photos and videos with the Camera app. There's also a translating app for those of you who need help reading some of the text around campus, as it is all in English. (Verbally, however, you can understand everyone in your own language. Tablets are also in characters' native languages.) It seems to be incredibly durable and hard to break, but you may want to be careful with it regardless.
Something shifts in your pocket (or...in your socks/shoe/what have you, if pockets aren't a thing) as you move around. Should you reach in and feel for it, you’ll find some kind of card – those who are familiar with modern technology will recognize that this is some kind of card you need to swipe. It has your name and a photo of you on one side, and the back of the card has the word "KEYCARD" on it.
There are also other people here, scattered throughout this mysterious classroom you’re in. In fact, there’re a bunch of you — 29 others, to be exact.
And now... you’re free to do whatever you want. Mostly anything, at least, given that once you step outside and explore, you’ll notice an ominous fog behind the various buildings within view. Still, this is a good time to get your bearings, check on what you have - and don’t have - and talk to the people around you until orientation starts.
( OOC: Welcome to your Intro Log! The partner system is in effect for the Intro Log, meaning that yes, pain share is happening! For some notes regarding the partner system, your character will not know who their partner is upon arrival. It’s entirely possible that they find out now if their partner gets or is already injured, or if they can pick up on their mood. Otherwise, they’ll find out later today...!
Anyone who tries to leave campus grounds will have to enter through the fog, but no matter what, they will mysteriously wind up back onto campus grounds. And for clarification, the keycards are what characters need to gain access to their dorms!
Finally, we will have an NPC Reveal at 6pm EST today! )
Courtyard
Your approach at attempting to dig into the ground is enthusiastic, little fella, yet sorely lacking.
[Nobody asked you, Sholmes]
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Hey big fella, this the first time you've touched some grass in a while, huh?
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[It's such a genuinely literal response, and as if to emphasize that, Sholmes press his entire palm onto the grass]
Almost no grass grows in the streets of a metropolis such as London! And of course, I don't enjoy so much idleness I can take a stroll in the park.
[That's a lie, he could do it whenever he wants and for as long as he wants. He just doesn't, hah]
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[ He would know, since his nose was just in it. Also, that friendly tone doesn't seem to be going anywhere despite the word choice. ]
Sounds bleak. Like my kind of metropolis. So what else is depressing about your life?
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[Sholmes slumps over, mopey]
Of course I find myself accosted by mankind's greatest problem on a monthly basis. Paying rent! Cursed is the day we descended from the treetops to live on land!
[He's really bad with money and sometimes has to do things like stand as a wax statue for hours to get money. The consequences of his own financial decisions, really]
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How horrible, man. [ So dry. ] Ever consider sharing your miserable life with a roommate?
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[He's lying -- Sholmes is the one who causes explosions, not her. If anything Iris is the one keeping things standing because she's more functional than Sholmes is, haha]
I hope someday to not have to eat soap and candlewax!
[Also a lie, he has done that just because he can and wants to. You know how it is, Luci, humans bring their mistery to themselves with their own actions, haha]
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[ Because if they're old enough to cry, they're old enough to work in his book. ]
Then you'll only have yourself to blame.
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[Hah, if anything she's equally or more capable than Sholmes and already keeps them afloat thanks to being the writer of The Adventures of Herlock Sholmes and he knows that so well, haha. He brushes aside the comment about kicking her out because he adores Iris and would do anything for her, yup]
You have been most enlightening. If I didn't know better I would think you're the proverbial devil over my shoulder!
[He gives the usual bow]
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[ Luci is just glad this guy is done moping. Does he have his hat? If he does and his bow is within reach, Luci's tail whips to knock it off (if he thinks he can get away with it). If not, well either way at the same time he adds-- ]
You know, people usually pay for my services. [ No they don't. ]
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What would the payment be, my devilishly intelligent fellow?
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Depends. What you got to offer?
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My woe continues even now, as many of my valuables have been misplaced. My contraptions, my concoctions, even my cherished emerald locket, all one of a kind, it all has been lost! But perhaps one or more of them will be a good payment for you. If you stumble upon any of those, you may keep it for yourself.
[He doesn't even have an emerald locket at all, he made that up. Still, he smirks, picking up the hat]
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Ha, you're probably never gonna see any of that stuff again. Or Iris.--But lucky you, I'm feeling generous.
[ Hands on his hips, leaning back to exaggerate how far he has to look up. ]
Next time I need a ride, you're it, Big Fella.
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[Luci is not that short, Sholmes. Having said that, he puts on his hat and poses]
My height is at your disposal.
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[ Just picking up his tablet, then suddenly FLASH as he snaps a photo up at Sholmes. Not forgetting you, buddy. ]
Practice your neighing. Cya!
[ Apparently, he is dismissed. ]