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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

[evenimprobable]

[NAKAMORI IS DANGEROUS PUT HER ON THE SIDE I CAN WATCH HER]

Unless we have a microwave, I'm not going to be a lot of help.

[clocksandroses]

You can chop the vegetables!

[evenimprobable]

Ah. That I can do.

[clocksandroses]

Can you boil water?

[evenimprobable]

I can do both at the same time, even.

[clocksandroses]

Great! Then you can handle all of the vegetables, while I take care of ... whatever meat I can hunt.

[evenimprobable]

. . . ohhh no, you're not hunting by yourself.

[clocksandroses]

Fine, I'll take Kit.

[evenimprobable]

Do you two even know how to hunt?

[clocksandroses]

[ Tilts her head. ]

Of course we do. We had to do it all the time back in the Library. [ Taps the hilt of her knife lightly. ]

I know it's probably weird to think of him being good at fighting and handling weaponry, but ... he's really, really good.

[evenimprobable]

. . . it's not, actually.

[he and Jinx are friends, remember]

[clocksandroses]

Eh? Did Jinx carry weapons?

[evenimprobable]

Mm, in Sabra. Not so much in Thusia . . . [because it was never safe]

[clocksandroses]

Huh ...

He never struck me as the physical type.

[evenimprobable]

He isn't, really. But everyone carried knives in Sabra - even I did.

[clocksandroses]

So Kudo-kun knows how to fight, too?

[evenimprobable]

Haha . . . not really, no. I picked up a few things here and there, but . . .

[clocksandroses]

...

I should find you a mop!

[evenimprobable]

. . . that's your thing, not mine.

[clocksandroses]

With practice, it can be your thing too!

Just think of all the fun new ways you'll be able to terrorize Jinx when you get back to him.

[evenimprobable]

I have a soccerball back there . . . I terrorize him with that enough.

[clocksandroses]

Mou, you aim too low.

[evenimprobable]

Terrorizing Jinx is like walking a tight rope . . . and it depends on who you're really talking to, as well.

[clocksandroses]

Mmm, that's true ...

But at least all three of them react well to fish!

[evenimprobable]

Ah - so you do know about that.

. . . I don't do the fish thing. The fish are terrifying sometimes.