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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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Dash! It's Dash, you bloody moron.

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

[HE ISN'T LOOKING]

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

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?

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]

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.

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?

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.

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.

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. ]

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

What makes you say that?

"Don't kill without orders from the Principal, don't harm fellow Instructors, Maintain Student discipline blah blah any violence between Students up to but not includin' murder is permissible ..."

[. . .]

. . . so you're essentially Ophiuchus. At least, what they were to us in Sabra La Tau.

The priestly order? [ Her eyes narrow. ] What's that s'posed to mean?

They were the Judges' team. Three groups of them, named after the three houses of priests from your time.

[he looks . . . fairly uncomfortable] For some games, they played out the punishments on us. Or sometimes, they had their own missions and would come after us outside of games. Though I think the latter didn't happen very often.

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… [ Sucks in a sharp breath, hissing. They'd use their own priests? For those purposes? Disgusting. ]

An' that's what they could be expectin' from us "Instructors." Lizardshit! I ain't interested in their dirty work.

It could be; your rules are different than ours. But I don't think you have a choice.

[as annoyed as he looks, it's definitely forced]

All I'm sayin' is, they can shove a raptor toe up their ass an' spin on it if they think I'm hurtin' anyone of mine.

[ Giving him a rather pointed look at that. ]

. . .

[his feet sure are interesting all of a sudden] If you have to, then do it. You know I won't hold it against you.

Oi, Shinichi ...

I mean it.

[ ATTEMPTS A SOLID SMACK UPSIDE HIS STUPID HEAD. ]

[it connects! He reaches up to catch his glasses as they fall off]

Oi!

Y'think I care that you wouldn't hold it against me? Hell, Shinichi! We should be on the same team!

We shouldn't be here at all!

We shouldn't, but we are, an' now we gotta find some way to stab whoever dragged us here!

That aside, d'you get my point? I won't lay a finger on you. I won't.