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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

[tsuns]

[ someone refuses to stop nursing his bag of jerky he's hoarded for the day, walking around. seems like a nice place to sit down, the library.

so he sits across from him in his science green uniform, reaching into his jerky bag with a loud crinkle. couldn't you sit somewhere else... ]

[limn]

[ that's fucking rude, man. but ceize doesn't seem bothered? he just flips to another page and starts reading the text on it. what an interesting math book. ]

[tsuns]

[ he's just boredly chewing jerky. rude is his middle name, though. but he's curious about somethin'. ]

Say...what does that kinda uniform colour mean?

[limn]

. . my team's called "Art".

[ that's what he meant, right? ]

[tsuns]

Oh. Huh. You know a lot about art, then?

[ since he's team science and then science inclined, this is what he assumes this means ]

[limn]

I don't. I'm sorry.

[ is that how teams are supposed to work. was he put on the wrong team. ]

[tsuns]

Really? Aren't you worried about that?

[ he is very simple in his limited understanding about this ]

[limn]

--should I be?

[ you're going to make him actually worry about this. ]

[tsuns]

Yeah, if you're on the art team, right?

[ it seems natural to him to think this way. ]

[limn]

I don't think I know much about any of the team names though. .

[ did he even end up in the right mini-universe. ]