On the platform: Meet the neulings

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform and peer through the thick fog that chills the air, you are met by five girls and six boys. One of the girls is a somewhat humanoid grey-skinned, finned alien, but the rest all seem human. All eleven are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts and trousers, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the light rain. They're all sodden and cold, and some are irritable while others look excited. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - five depicting a shield on green, the other six a sword on red.

At the first lull in the chatter, one sickly-pale, shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations with her cold, soft voice.

"Attention, please."

She explains that the eleven of them are the current prefects of Rakuen, representing the two schools on the island. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Sonic, Jade, and Lelouch of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi, Gino, Nephenee and Kevin of Conquest. She doesn't care to explain why the prefects in red and white outnumber those in green and black two to one.

Santana interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Look, come over when your name is called so we can all get inside." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names from their clipboards.

Comments

[straightupzorra]

[She thinks about it for a moment, she doesn't want Day to see her this weak, she could ask for Nanami's help, but that would involve getting revenge, which could wait. So there was one other choice]

Flynn. Get Flynn.

[bloodbrother]

Okay. [And he starts typing away on his PDA, sending a message directly to Flynn.] I'll let you know when I hear back.

okay sup hi

[whitestknight]

[ he sends a short 'I'm on my way', and then makes good on that. After all, he was only a little way away showing some arrivals the way to their campus. And hey, it's not Yuri this time! Not that it's any better that Santana's injured, but still. It makes a change. ]

[ knock knock on the infirmary door. ] It's Flynn.

[straightupzorra]

[Santana tries to sit up when she hears him but her body is sore and drugged so she ends up groaning in pain]

[When he gets closer to her she mumbles a thank you]

[bloodbrother]

[That was fast, Flynn.] Come on in, we're in back! [Called toward the door.]

[Keeps an eye on Santana while she's moving though. He can see that she's a strong person, but that kind of blow can be a shock to anyone's system.]

[whitestknight]

[ come on, name a rest day where he HASN'T had to visit the infirmary. He probably memorises the routes here from every spot on the island.

Anyway yes heads on in. And stares a little at the bloody bandages and generally at a Santana half-conscious on some kind of pain-suppressing medicine. ]

Just what happened?

[straightupzorra]

[True story]

Unhappy new person stabbed me, help me back to my room?

[whitestknight]

[ it's normal enough by this point that he just blinks, both unsettled and amused by her matter-of-fact explanation, then nods and moves to offer her his arm. ] Just the one? You're slipping.

[straightupzorra]

[She laughs but then groans again, why does this hurt so much]

He landed me here before the others could get a chance.

[whitestknight]

[ ... and wow doesn't that just remind you uncomfortably of Yuri and Zaude and weeks of trawling the coastline between missions. He's halfway to tracing a First Aid spell before he remembers the blastia don't work any more, so he just concentrates on supporting her without jostling her. ]

How fortunate for them. [ he briefly considers asking if he should apprehend the person responsible, but he doubts she hasn't already thought of that. ]

[straightupzorra]

[Oh god she wishes he could have a healing spell used on her]

Don't tell anyone I needed help, okay?

[whitestknight]

[ alas. ]

Asking for help from a friend isn't weakness, Santana.

[straightupzorra]

[she snorts and, ow, she needs to stop doing that]

[mumbling] Friends, yeah. [Making friends is hard and no one understands]