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theafflicted2022-05-21 07:30 am
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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[One comment later, I'm forced to take back the meta I wrote, because Sholmes, with far more enthusiasm than it warrants, wastes no time in getting one of these Snickers for himself. Investigating is left aside, Sholmes instead choosing to indulge in this distraction]
Does that mean where you came from sugar and fat are no good at all anymore?
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Well, they are in use in very limited quantities. The body does need some of them to live after all. But they are moderated so heavily that intense flavor is pretty much impossible to come by, unless you remove yourself from Lifeism.
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[He doesn't recall ever hearing such restrictions in any place he knows, but at the same time it doesn't sound unlikely at all, he thinks. The window tax in London comes to mind, hah. Perhaps this woman comes from a place where sugar and fat are heavily taxed!]
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Though the part of Bagdhad I am currently living in isn't any better.
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[Somewhere far away from here Ryunosuke feels insulted and doesn't know why]
Is this lack of appreciation for sugar a new development, my dear madam? I had never heard of anything such as this!
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[ And she can only make educated guesses on what her diet was before coming to Japan - her memory is way too hazy. ]
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[ Negative experiences are positive experiences to Miach and vice versa, because being a teenage contrarian is a lifestyle. ]
Maybe if I keep eating them, I'll eventually figure out why people love them, too!
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[Says the man who drinks alkaloids and eats soap because of harebrained theories]
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That is the fundamental nature of making a 'choice'.
[ And so far, she's always thought that it was a beautiful thing. Recently, however, something came up that turned all of that into disarray. She's trying not to think about it for the time being. ]
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[Having said that, he munches on his candy bar with more enthusiasm as if that will corroborate such a statement. Time to devour the hell out of this Snickers he shouldn't be having!]
I believe you haven't introduced yourself. Well?
[Who is this philosophical woman who knows the fundamental nature of making a choice?]
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[ She doesn't have a business. She just thinks business cards are really really cool. ]
And you are...?
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[The excuse was unnecessary but he says it anyway]
I'm Herlock Sholmes. The detective whose name surely you must have heard of before.
[Yeah, no, the reach of the Randst magazine is not as extensive as he would like]
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Okay yeah, the aesthetic of his clothes matches, it's just....... that's just........... Ah wait, no, she's heard this jumble before. There is exactly one way for this to make sense and that one way is an extremely out there type of lifestyle cosplay. ]
The one who fights the gentleman thief Arsène Lupin...?
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[Britain is Britain, France is France. There's a lot to do in London to get entangled with the affairs of a whole another country!
For now. Truthfully he kind of expects that to change someday, if that thief is so renowned. Who better than the world-famous detective to tackle that?]
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[ Miach may have accepted separate realities, but the idea of there being one where Sherlock Holmes just doesn't exist and is instead called Herlock Sholmes from conception is too out there to cross her mind right now... ]
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[He stares right at her. Those are four words he knows individually but sees absolutely no reason for them all to be directed at him all together like this. Yeah, copyright law already existed by the time Sholmes exists, it seems]
What the deuce are you talking about?
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The novel series is called Sherlock Holmes. The name Herlock Sholmes was only created so a copy of Holmes could show up in Arsène Lupin novels without causing legal dispute.
[ Said very much in a 'you should know this' tone. ]
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[You know, there's a lot Sholmes can shrug off. He's one to roll with the punches. But this, this stuff Miach says...it's ranking up there among the strangest, more befuddling things he has ever heard. What? Seriously, what?]
My. You're speaking nonsense.
[Where to begin...]
It's a little silly for any kind of copycat to move only one letter. That's not going to fool anyone! Much less if it's moving an S from my last name to my first name. [It's the utmost folly, wow]
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Miach takes a step forward to stare at Sholmes from up close. Sherlock Holmes... Herlock Sholmes... ]
So you're claiming that you are the actual detective, the one from the books. A Study in Scarlet, A Scandal in Bohemia, The Final Problem and so on? You swear you are him?
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[That said...]
However...that third title you mention is not familiar to me.
[Which perhaps is no surprise. Sholmes isn't dead, after all. Also there's no Ames Jmoriarty, haha]
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[ Randst... The word jumbles really make her feel as though he's playing a joke on her and she does not enjoy that feeling, but... No, this is already so weird that it might just be possible. ]
Which just means there is a different version of your tales in my native universe - and your native universe does not link up to mine at all.
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When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
[Quoting himself, of course. It's not a bad maxim to keep in mind. If everything points out to this alternate universe theory to be correct, no matter how improbable it is, then it must be true. This is going to be quite the adventure!]