Computer Labs [Open]

[dancingflames]

Characters: Mai Tokiha, anyone
Format: Prose/action
This log is: open
Location: Computer Labs
Summary: Mai learns another disadvantage of being a Discard...
Warnings: None so far

She's using the right password isn't she? And login?

She's double checked that. Triple checked that. Sure enough, it's what it was set as when she first came here. But the computers still refuse to let her log in. Something about not being authorized to access them.

Mail slumps over the desk, groaning. Is it too much to ask for a chance to email her parents to tell them she's doing okay? Or her brother -- why can't she remember his name?

This place is ridiculous. So much for that. She picks up her bag, preparing to get up from the computer, the latest error message still clearly displayed on the monitor.

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Tugging on a clump of hair, Grenn wondered how to break this to the girl. And then the very logical "attempting to contact my family" reason for this frustration... Even with a Player, that would probably not work. But one thing at a time, she supposed.

"Doesn't matter. Anyone who's not a Player needs to have a Player to access such things like..." What was it now again? She hadn't really paid that much attention to the things denied...
"Um... the computers, of course, the... gym, I think, something else..." Grenn paused again to wave a hand vaguely in the air. "Also no dessert without a Player's permission, and you can't use what tokens you have yourself as a Weapon."

There, that ought to cover everything.

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"Huuuh?! What the heck is going on in this school?" Mai demanded, looking something of a mix of outraged and just plain shocked. "What about P.E. class? Who exactly decided this kind of thing?"

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Grenn shrugged in response to the first part of Mai's outburst. Wouldn't they all like to know what was going on, after all? And, well...

"I..." she wasn't exactly sure what P.E was supposed to be an acronym for, but she could make a general explanation in regards to the classes anyway. "Classes are exempt. They mean if you want to use any of those facilities on your own," Grenn said with a shake of her head.

"We've not seen anyone responsible yet... Except for the woman in the video recordings, but unless it's a live feed and there's microphones, she wouldn't hear anything we have to say anyway." And she hadn't appeared anywhere beyond the videos, either, so that was moot.

I'm going to assume Mai knows her name being roommates), but that's about it. Can edit though.

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Mai sighed, dropping her head and looking down to the floor. "Why do I get the feeling we're just here for someone's entertainment?"

But still, at least that explains that. She looked back up to the other girl. "Well, thank you for the explanation...um, Altair-san."

This seems logical to me!

[summerstars]

"I would assume that would be the aim of this thing, yes... If it's not some convoluted social experiment..." Grenn said with a shrug and scratched her head thoughtfully. But what you could get out of taking people's memories she couldn't think of. How well they'd do without them, and what they'd do to get them back?

Blinking, she realized she'd been distracted by her thoughts while Mai thanked her and she smiled with a tint of embarrassment to it and shook her head.
"Don't worry about it... We got more or less all this info at once when we arrived, being first... Must be much harder coming in after..." Unconsciously, she shivered at the thought of having to muddle through without all information neatly given at once (more or less).

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"They seem to be making such a big deal about this Exaclan thing, I guess assumed everyone would be talking about it, especially to transfer students," Mai replied. Or that they'd read the handbook, she did realize, with reluctance. "I suppose it's too much to ask for a regular school," she remarked quietly, mostly to herself.

[summerstars]

Oh... she thought they... Grenn shook her head, a mute protest before her thoughts and voice caught up.

"None of us have been here any longer than a few weeks. This isn't a school, no matter what they call it!" Grenn snorted and crossed her arms. Schools didn't have what amounted to blood sports. Just... no.

"... You don't even have to go to the classes if you don't feel like it," Grenn said with a shrug and dragged a hand over her face. This all made her fragging tired.

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"...Wait, really?" Mai responded in surprise. "But then why have them at all?"

She sighed again, slouching back in the chair with a discontent look. "I suppose next you'll tell me the only way back home is to take part in this Exaclan thing."

[summerstars]

Grenn gave a slow shrug, not disagreeing with Mai.

"As far as we know, that's the only way..." She shook her head and briefly twisted to the side to turn off the computer she had been working on. No reason to stay here, she was only getting frustrated with it.

"... I have no idea if anyone's tried to just leave, walk away, but I'm sure it won't work like that." If she didn't know without a doubt that this place was nowhere (time or space) close to her own version of... reality? What was this place even?) close to home, she might have tried to follow the tram tracks, along the bridge.

She was rather sure it wouldn't work, no matter where people came from.

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"Well, even if it won't..." Mai trailed off, turning to glance out the window for a brief moment. It's a stupid set of circumstances but...they can't just give up. She turns back to Grenn, looking as positive as she can without a smile. "...I'm sure we'll find a way back home!"