schoolisin | (no subject)

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Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, evening
Where: Anywhere
What: MINGLE

[Okay but WHY ARE THE SPRINKLERS ON in the foyer and all along the central corridors?]

[They're just ... going to keep going. And going. And going, for just over half an hour, until there are some nice puddles all over the floors.]

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[ He looks a little like a drowned rat, but he's not all that bothered by it. ]

Why the hell is there a shower in this part of the building?

[at least you don't have a ton of hair]

Because the ones in charge here are assholes.

[ Yeah, that makes it easier to bear. ]

I figured they were the ones doing it. I just don't get why. Did we smell bad?

No, but we'll be less likely to play softer or do things together to beat the game if we're cold, wet, hungry, and miserable.

I spent way too much time in training being all of those things and all it taught me was to work with other people more.

At that time, were you in a direct competition for resources with those other people you were working with?

Sometimes. We were trying to weed out the weak.

Uh-huh. It's not going to be that easy here.

Nothing ever is.

[ Dramatic sigh. ]

Speaking of easy, how did you avoid the first round?

Dumb luck?

So, nothing useful.

Not so far. Why. What happened to you?

Nothing we can talk about publicly. Remember the rules?

Right.

... How are they supposed to enforce that? Are they just going to assume we'll rat each other out?

I'm assuming hidden cameras and microphones and the like.

I don't believe this is a shower.

What else would it be? It's not rain.

I'm not sure but I doubt they'd build showers in the hall.

I'm out of ideas.

[ His shirt is all stuck to him and his hair is wetted down. But otherwise he doesn't seem too concerned. ]

[ they're both wet and looked as if they've just fallen into a pool but nbd. ]

Maybe we should move from this location.

[ It's no worse than training in the rain. ]

Sure, if you want. Am I allowed to go in your dorms?

[ p. much ]

No, I don't believe you are. I'm sure I'm allowed into your's.

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