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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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[ your hairstyle is so not great. And his first instinct is to say "yeah get in my way and I'll rearrange yours too", but it is an adult he's dealing with, and he should perhaps be respectful. maybe. ]

Hah, no, I don't think so. You wanna a piece for yourself, you can beat the shit out of him together with me. I ain't gonna be greedy, but I sure as hell ain't gonna get in line either.

[ Not that he thinks the joke was any serious, but being called kid like that rubs him the wrong way, and it's obvious ]

[brows lift!]

Hey, how do you know it's a guy?

We could be dealing with a lady villain here.

Point. Fine, we can be beating the shit out of her instead then. I don't really give a shit if they're a woman or a man or a fucking crocodile.

[ although he makes a face at the last part, because reptiles ]

—you can get the first punch if it's a crocodile.

I'll keep that in mind and hope for a crocodile.

You're just as clueless about all of this as I am, aren't you?

Pretty sure if we meet someone here who's got a clue about what the fuck is going on, then it's the time to break out the punches. That'd be way too suspicious.

... you got any kinda talk with your teammates? About this whole shit?

Yeah. A few of them are pretty familiar with this sort of situation.

It sounds like there's a whole industry in kidnapping people out of their worlds and forcing them to compete in teams.

[ nodding ]

That's what I got from chatting with my team, too. ... did they —

[ hesitating a bit, like he's not sure how to put it -- but also, honestly, he's just upset about the whole thing on his own ]

Did they tell you anything about having to kill other people?

[he pauses at that; his expression goes kind of still, the amiably cocksure demeanor fading]

Yeah. They said we'd probably be forced to hurt each other.

[ Well, damn. If it's a widespread theory, then most probably Rena was right. So he grits his teeth before talking again ]

... fuck this bullshit.

I'm with you there.

I'm not seeing any clues to how to do it, though.

We don't know if we gotta kill each other for sure yet either, it's still just a theory. We've got no fucking thing so far, these asshole didn't see fit to inform us of any-fucking-thing.

But we ain't gonna go anywhere if we don't find the asshole behind this, anyway.

No, we're not. But I'm not seeing anywhere they could be hiding. It looks like they might just be planning on making us wait.

... All right, listen. This is just a shitty-case-scenario here, but my teammate said we might have to kill or maim each other. I can't do shit about it if people die, but if people get hurt, I should be able to fix 'em up.

Keep that in mind if you need it.

[he pauses, then nods]

What's your name?

I'm Bucky. I'm no medic myself, but I can fight.

It's Josuke. Nice to meet you, circumstances aside, I mean.

Yeah. Maybe we can meet up for a drink or something when we're out of here. And you're of age, I mean.

[maybe a little bit of a smirk there.]

[ making the most unamused face ]

That ain't funny.

Yeah, it was.

I guess old geezer always got a weird sense of humor. Better smile and nod along.

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