ORIENTATION

[allforevil]

[When you start to stir from your slumber, you awaken to the smell of dust and rotted wood. Your bed is far from comfortable -- lumps in the mattress, a tattered blanket that barely keeps you warm and a pillow almost as hard as a rock-- and you'll immediately see there are others in your room with you.

All of you are confused, surely. "Where am I?" "What place is this?" Questions like that stir through your mind while you take in your surroundings. Something might catch your eye before anything else, though. A coloured chest tied with a bow, a large gift tag is attached to it with your name on it. There's one for everyone in each dorm, and if you open it you'll find:

An old, worn school uniform.
A colourful costume.
And a pamphlet with information about you, about your stay in this Academy, and a map of the layout of the school and the training grounds outside. The descriptions are vague, leaving out important details about your new super powers called "Quirks", a bland description about how you were selected to join the Academy called "VA" (no explanation what it means), and even the map has lame descriptions of locations that don't really give you a good idea of where you're staying.

Before you can start exploring, or chatting away with your neighbors, a voice rings over old intercoms. It sounds low and comforting, like a long lost friend. But there's something about that that feels.. unsettling. A feeling in your gut that this voice was anything but friendly.

"Welcome, students. You must be very confused, but I assure you I'll be able to answer all the questions you have in just a few minutes.

For now, relax, explore, and meet your new classmates who will be staying with you during this semester.

Oh, but..... whatever you do, don't enter the dining room."

The intercom cuts off, leaving you with a cryptic message to think about on top of.. everything else you're dealing with right now.]

Comments

[ilfochrome]

I would say I hope that you're able to find your classmates, but I'm not sure you would want to in a place like this. Even if it might be lonely, it's likely safer for them back in the world you came from.

[ One of those Catch-22's in a sense, and adding on top of that strange pile he sounds like he's speaking from experience. ]

[iseedollpeople]

Hmm. I don't know about that.

[Slow and musing like she's working through a particularly thorny word problem rather than whatever their current situation is supposed to be. Then again, her attitude hasn't made complete sense from the beginning, maybe.]

[ilfochrome]

Ah? I'm sorry, I really shouldn't assume. Yes, there likely are as many dangerous worlds as there are normal and "good" ones... or at least, the universe is supposed to be balanced this way.

[ Spoken a bit fast and more like he's talking to himself at the end, but maybe she's used to this by now. ]

[iseedollpeople]

Danger. And wanting classmates here. They're two different things.

[That's all she seems inclined to say on that matter -- there's a reluctance even with that much, peeking out from behind the impassive way she sifts through things. One hand has drifted up to her eyepatch; it tightens there for a moment before drifting back down, apropos of nothing.]

The universe isn't balanced, anyway. It never is. It's a belief or a theory, like luck or--

[She stops short from finishing that.]

[ilfochrome]

[ His lips press together, but he elects not to speak for several reasons really. His focus on her movements likely doesn't go unnoticed, a minor attempt to cover by fiddling with his hat once he notices how obvious he's being. ]

...fate? [ Blurted out without a second thought. ]