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[principals]

Who: All y'all
When: Day 1 – Morning
Where: Everywhere
What: School is in

[Somewhere, a bell begins to ring. You may know the type—obnoxious and loud, signalling the start of a brand new day of lectures and learning. Rise and shine, lovelies; wakey wakey eggs and bakey! And with that, just as the toll falls silent, you hear the sound you may have been waiting for: the click of a lock.

You're free to explore.]

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[dereban]

[ There's a young teenager wearing the Music blue uniform, honestly curious about the situation as she places her hand under her chin. She's definitely looking through the classrooms and especially the computer lab, something that actually is of slight interest for her. But honestly, she's roaming around everywhere so that's a thing.

If she does run into anyone, of course, she'll wave and say hello, but since she's free to roam around, it's about high time to do some more through investigation to see if she can't find any more clues as to what's going on. ]

[rippers]

[ and walks by a maid--who stops at hearing Inaba's voice

what

no

what was this did someone transplant her voice box into a small highschooler ]

...er, hello.

[dereban]

[ That sure is a thing, isn't it?

Of course, she's used to hearing her own voice say words that didn't belong to her-- that was nothing new. But this is. ]

..... Yo. Is there something you wanted?

[anoblecaws]

[There's someone else in the computer lab -- a kid with silver hair, poking one of the monitors experimentally. He looks up when he notices Inaba come in.]

Hey, do you know what these things are? 'Cause I don't.

[Medieval Fantasy Europe for the win.]

[dereban]

I do.

[ She dips her head into a nod as she speaks idly, mulling it over. It's strange that he doesn't know -- most people do, after all. But this whole situation is strange, so maybe he's from out in those areas where computers aren't all that common. ]

They're computers. Do you need help with using them? I'm an expert, if I don't say so myself.

[pitching]

[This guy in art-y pink isn't bothering to explore. In fact, he's pretty content with just hanging around the corridor close to Art's room. For the most part, he seems pretty calm and not too perturbed about the situation howeeeever, if you got good enough senses, you can tell that he's actually really tense.]

[clocksandroses]

Fox! Foooox!

[pitching]

. . .

Coco?

[cantstopthebeat]

FOX! You're here!

[pitching]

[Oh . . . I know that voice.]

Ferril?

[ninetyninelives]

[wandering the halls idly]

Hmm, this is... Art?

[pitching]

Nope.

[carptricks]

[Yeah guess who isn't bothering to say hello before slamming into that art-y pink punk with a tight hug]

[SOMEONE REALLY MISSED YOU, DRAGONFLY]

[pitching]

[I'm being attacked by a monkey help]

[weeabird]

[Say hello to some random creepy guy in red.]

I did not expect to see the young tailor on my path to hell.

[pitching]

[SCREECH]

Who the heck are you and how do you know what I do?! And what's with the cheesy line?!

[starrytear]

[noted! but she'll play along]

Fox, aren't you being too laid-back?

[pitching]

There's no reason to be otherwise, don't you th-

[pitching]

[but why are you here too]

Rue?

[desensitization]

[Henrie, stuck in an instructor's uniform, is walking around, nose in a book. She's not really paying much attention to where she's going so she occasionally bumps into a wall.

She'll bump into you too if you don't move out of her way.]

[hardertheyfall]

Whoa, careful there.

[ Not that she can do a lot of damage to a guy who looks like he could bench press her. ]

[desensitization]

[she pauses for a few seconds before finally looking up from her book, blinking upwards at the hefty fellow. She's only about 5'0" - 5'1" herself.]

I have no need to be careful.

[anoblecaws]

Oh, careful! You don't wanna bump into a pit of spikes!

[Hi Henrie, meet Henry. He seems to be laughing off the collision, but what kind of a warning is that?]

[rippers]

[ And there is a woman of about 19 walking around in the blue Music uniform, absently tying her braids back in with rubber bands. She seems to be carefully observing every person that walks by her.

What do? ]

[starrytear]

[last teammate spotted!]

Oh-- hello. I missed meeting you back there... You're on the Music team, right?