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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.]

Comments

[evenimprobable]

[here's a guy in Drama orange, taking at least a passing look in the classrooms for now, and longer looks in the larger rooms.

At some point, though, he's making his way outside to the sports field]

[carnatious]

[ Somebody familiar has already beaten him to the field. Somebody … wearing nothing but panties, boots, and the tattered remains of a dress shirt. The seriously tattered remains; she's chopped off the sleeves, the collar, and most of the bottom, leaving her midriff bare. ]

… !

[ Glances around—and freezes ]

[evenimprobable]

[. . . why do people have problems with pants here. He ends up doing a double-take before he looks away, but that sure was recognition on his face]

A-Aella!

[carnatious]

Dash! It's Dash, you bloody moron.

[ Here she comes, bounding up up to him. ]

[evenimprobable]

[HE ISN'T LOOKING]

I'm not listening to you until you put on a pair of pants.

[carnatious]

Call me by that name in public and I'll deck ya.

[ Speaking of which, HOW DO YOU LIKE NOOGIES. ]

What's so bad 'bout some bare skin, anyways?

[evenimprobable]

You might've noticed we're the only two out here right now.

[I DO NOT LIKE THEM he's going to lean away from her, thank you]

Cut that out - and it just - it just is, okay? [he can't tell what team she's on, either]

[carnatious]

Still too public for my likin'. Never know who could be exercisin' their ears more than they have any right to.

[ Good luck leaning away when she's got an arm loosely hooked around your neck. RUFFLES HIM THOROUGHLY before hopping back a step. ]

[ Sighs ]

I s'pose if you ask real nice, Daddinichi, I might consider hacking those weird pants into serviceable shorts.

[evenimprobable]

Fine, fine, I won't call you that.

[he makes an indignant noise and immediately reaches up to fix his hair]

Why didn't you just do that in the first place?

[carnatious]

Thanks. Public's fine, but, y'know. [ Waves a hand airily, relaxing some now that she has his agreement. ]

An' why d'you think? They look dumb. Black ain't my color.

[evenimprobable]

Mm, I know. I get it.

[he's about to say something else, but . . . black. He frowns a little]

. . . you can have one of my spares, if you want.

[carnatious]

Aww, how kind of ya.

... might wanna keep a hold of 'em, though. I have a feelin' things are gonna get rough around here. [ She says it neutrally enough, but there's a spark of irritation. ]

[evenimprobable]

[ha ha . . . he can't even look surprised]

What makes you say that?

[experiencepoints]

[orange is a new color, so i'm going to call out if i see you in a classroom.]

What's that team called?

[evenimprobable]

[he turns around, raising both eyebrows]

Drama. What's yours?

[experiencepoints]

Math.

I have to wonder who decided to make a place like this into some kind of fucked up Sabra high school reunion.

[evenimprobable]

It—I'm sorry, did you say Sabra?

[experiencepoints]

-- Oh, right. Yeah, Sabra was a place like this, gods ran games and got off on people dying and hurting. Assuming we get games here past trying to kill each other.

[evenimprobable]

. . . I know what it is, I was there. But I don't remember ever seeing you.

[experiencepoints]

[On hearing that he was there, she immediately takes a half-step backwards and you can practically see her guard go up. She does not want to compete against Sabrans in murdergames...]

... I wasn't there. But I've seen enough of it, and I never saw you there, either.

[evenimprobable]

[well that's a reaction he's never gotten before. At least, not until he tells them about who his patron was]

I looked a little different back then. What do you mean, you've seen it?

[experiencepoints]

...

You answer my question first. Do the names Bluebird or Spark mean anything to you?

[evenimprobable]

[he frowns for a moment, going through all the names - and nicknames - he remembers, before he shakes his head]

I didn't know anyone by those names.

[experiencepoints]

What about... Trill? Her team was 'Wingblades'.

[evenimprobable]

. . . that wasn't one of our team names.