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theafflicted2022-05-21 07:30 am
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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! )
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[The most dangerous thing an otaku, or a student from an all-boy's school could encounter- and he's both of those things! It's! A girl!!!!!]
[omg she must think i'm so gross with all these snacks and hunched over so weird and she's so cute and dainty omg omg]
Ah... ... eh... ... um...
[If he was thinking he might manage to pull off some hail mary cool guy play, he definitely didn't...]
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( girl that is not it at all.
or maybe she's playing it cool, given that she gets spotted and recognized all of the time- it doesn't do to make a fuss or let others start the fuss for you. that's one thing she's learned over her time as an idol and model. )
I just thought that might be difficult to move properly- maybe there's some bags you could use?
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[He does take a moment to stop and try to collect himself. Just because someone was kind enough to not automatically deride him doesn't mean he can expect all their mercy. He needed to now salvage this social situation and save whatever crumbs he could.]
[His eyes dart back and forth nervously. A bag probably would be a good idea! The bags were usually up at the front, but...]
... um... well... cashier... isn't there...
[It might help if he spoke up?? And didn't mumble? But some things are inescapable.]
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I'm sure they won't mind if we use a few bags. That's what they're for, isn't it? Would you like me to go check?
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[Processing... processing... 78%... 92%...]
Um... That's...
[On one hand, making someone do it for him. On the other hand, if he were a hypothetical clerk at a school store he would be way happier to know the person sneaking behind the counter was a shining girl instead of a horrid snack goblin.]
[(He feels a little pang of homesickness for Sam, who was always there, especially when he didn't appear to be.)]
... Yes, please. Thank you very much. [Idia has been defeated by kindness!]
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( and so shizuku goes to check, ducking around the cash register just like at the bookstore. none right beside this time... maybe in the cabinet? --yes, there we go. shizuku places a stack of bags on the counter and pries a few open. )
Here! I'll leave a few out for the others, too. This should make carrying all that easier, right?
My name's Shizuku, by the way. It's nice to meet you. I wish it was better circumstances- but, at least there's good snacks?
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[(Up close, it's easy to see that while the bags of chips are physically larger... the bigger percentage of total snacks Idia is getting are basically candy.)]
... N- ... Nice to meet you.
[He can at least repeat pleasantries back at her. This conversation is- actually continuing?! She's not just abandoning him once his pitiful, bag-less state has been addressed?! It's kind but terrible for his heart!!]
Snacks... d- ... like them?
[Nailed it, Idia, "do you like snacks?" a normal thing to ask like a normal human.]
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( alas, an idol's diet... though, all the girls save up for big, fun cheat days. it's part of the fun, going to cafes together!
it's just that shizuku is also very, very traditional.though, with how he's so clearly struggling to speak, shizuku can't help but worry. should she let him be on his way now that he's got a better way to carry everything? she'd hate to be stressing him out... also, as an aside, #RIPCAY for the second-hand chest pains, probably. )
I won't keep you any longer, if you don't want. It's alright.
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[He's pretty proud of himself for managing a whole question, but]
[When Shizuku dismisses him, that's also just a huge wave of relief. Sometimes, when you run into a high-level raid boss (like one girl) you need to accept that you're not geared up properly and book it. He carefully picks his bag up and hefts the amount of snacks in it.]
... easier... th- thank you...
[and then he's fleeing the scene- not Naruto-running but you can imagine like the same awkward vibe of a nerd sprinting away.]