[on the platform: attn. all characters]

[utopiamods]

For those getting off the train their first impression of Rakuen is one of dreary, overcast skies. Although it's blessedly dry, the platform is still dark from a previous rainshower. The gaggle of uniformed greeters there to meet you are armed with umbrellas and school coats: on one side, four students in black and green; on the other, four in red and white. Whilst those in green are all unremarkable humans - mostly teenagers - the red group are a tad more varied. That is to say, one of their number is tiny, a girl the size of a small child, and her wings are beating delicate patterns in the warm air.

When they notice the hiss of the train doors, one out of each group steps forward.

"Can I please have your attention," A blond youth in the red and white starts; he explains that they're all prefects of Rakuen, having arrived just like you have in the past five months. Enrolled in the two battle schools on the island, like you. Fortitude - a long-haired boy and the others dressed in green nod or wave - and Conquest, as he indicates his comrades.

"I know you have many questions, and we'll answer as many as we can. But first, we have to sort you." He looks down on his list to double check, "Yomiel."

[ modnote: more names to be added ]

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[whitestknight]

"You agreed to come here," not that he entirely agreed with that explanation, but he half-managed to hide that from his voice. "You may not remember it properly... not many of us do." Best to forge ahead with the particulars. He glanced down at his clipboard, "While you're here, you'll be teaching Computer Security at Conquest school. That is also where you'll be living."

[deadmanipulator]

"Whoa whoa whoa, back up a moment there." Seems Yomiel wasn't just accepting this wordlessly. "You're right about me not remembering. If I don't remember, why can't I just step back on that train and get it to carry me back?" A thumb pointed over his shoulder towards it.

"And me teaching?" He'd probably have burst out laughing at that if he wasn't getting slowly more concerned. Suddenly he's on a train, he's actually being affected by what seems to be physical feelings - though he still can't really feel the rucksack on his shoulder, that's a... good sign, under these particular circumstances... - yanked way out here, and now someone's trying to force him into teaching at some school?

[whitestknight]

"Believe me, we've all asked that," and how. He didn't even try to hide his frustration at their past failures. "You're welcome to try it for yourself, but the only way out that we know of is to go along with the game on this island until we win-- and, yes, teaching. Everyone over eighteen teaches a subject, but the subjects themselves are... not really that helpful."

[deadmanipulator]

He's just going to keep his skeptical look on despite that show of emotion, thanks very much. And he very probably is actually going to try to get on the train - but first...

"Tell me about this game."