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[principals]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 1 – noon
Where: The Auditorium
What: ROUND 1 BEGINS

[Some hours have passed, leaving you time to mingle and explore to your hearts content. However, as the clocks tick over to noon … the bell rings again. And this time, it's followed by the hissing static of an intercom system.]

Ahem! Ahem, is this thing on? Ahh, yes … If all Students and Instructors could kindly make their way to the Auditorium, our first class can begin.

[Those people who are understandably reluctant to follow that instruction may just find their feet moving for them, plodding them into the massive assembly hall. Once they're there, the door slams shut and locks behind them.

… There's nobody there, but the intercom is still on.]

Comments

[carptricks]

I don't think I was even close to almost.

[Straightens his shirt, which causes the hilt of the knife tucked into the waistband of his pants to be visible for just a few moments]

[evenimprobable]

Fine, you had no chance.

[that doesn't even phase him, considering Jinx and . . . anyway]

[carptricks]

[Thieves with knives!1]

[He slumps against the nearest wall and folds his arms over his torso]

. . . so did you find anyone you know here?

[You know. Just in case they have yet another team to add to the "plz do not hit" list]

[evenimprobable]

One person on the black team, Dash. [he points her out] I lived with her in Thusia.

I don't recognize anyone else . . . so far.

[carptricks]

. . . I'll keep it in mind.

[A beat]

And sorry.

It sucks.

[evenimprobable]

[he shrugs a shoulder, because what else is there to say?]

[carptricks]

[Nothing, really. The most they can do is wait]

[evenimprobable]

. . .

I couldn't find a soccerball.

[he sounds a little upset over that honestly]

[carptricks]

[. . . vaguely wondering if he should be as disappointed about this as Kudo is]

. . . what? We're in the middle of a school, and they don't have soccer balls?

[evenimprobable]

Apparently not, unless I didn't look hard enough.

[admittedly he did get distracted here and there, but]

[carptricks]

Well, we're stuck in an auditorium, which doesn't seem like the best place to find soccer balls. . .

You might be out of luck.

[evenimprobable]

No kidding. I didn't notice that at all.

[carptricks]

[In a possible attempt to lighten the mood?]

I get the feeling I should be pretty glad for that.

[evenimprobable]

I'll find something else to kick at you if I have to.

[carptricks]

Scary. I'd prefer it if you didn't kick objects at my face during a game, though.

[evenimprobable]

Why not? It'd be a good distraction.

[uh oh what's this he's loosening his shoe off his foot]

[carptricks]

. . . [BACKING UP]

H-hey! I don't wanna spend this game unconscious!

[evenimprobable]

. . . that's not a bad idea, actually. Hold still for a second.

[carptricks]

[WHAT]

-- no way! I'm not holding still while you kick things at my head!

[evenimprobable]

Then run - I like moving targets, too.

[carptricks]

. . .

You wouldn't.

[evenimprobable]

I would.

[carptricks]

[HE TOTALLY WOULD]

You wouldn't.

[evenimprobable]

[well

the only thing to do here is

KICK A SHOE AT YOUR HEAD]