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Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2011-02-05 10:33 am

Round 1 [new characters and round announcement]

You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

- I remember now. It's a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her.

The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess.

No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--


The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep.

"Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. This tramline terminates here; all change. Next stop: Academy Main Entrance. All change."

Sunlight streams through the windows of the long carriage, making the seats almost uncomfortably warm beneath its waking passengers. The air is muggy and thick, the atmosphere deeply tired. Your nausea settles, slowly. The last of the dream fades.

"We have arrived at Utopia. Repeat, we have arrived at Utopia Academy. Could all passengers please leave the tram, as it is terminating here."

The tram pulls to a stop outside the academy station, and the students onboard are ushered off and directed to the front lobby of the school. They can't miss it; there are signs up pointing toward the main entrance, reading "New student orientation" in big, bright letters. If anyone should care to move off the path, try exploring somewhere else, a teacher will conveniently appear to shoo them back toward the lobby, assuring them that "all your questions will be answered inside".

The lobby is big and spacious, looking more like a university or perhaps a fancy international hotel than a high school. Stood around are any number of students in the uniform of the school. Some of them even look awake. There are several receptionists at the desk towards the back of the lobby, but for now they seem busy with paperwork.


[ Note: the round announcement will go up in a thread once you've all mingled. ♥ ]
queenscheckmate: we are young (this is the plan; speaking carefully)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't remember seeing you." Because it wasn't her. "I was... kind of preoccupied."
Edited 2011-02-07 01:47 (UTC)
bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Well then. Perhaps, as I said, I've seen you around in a context that did not involve folie à plusieurs."
queenscheckmate: we are young (do not test me; tread carefully)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"What are you getting at?"
bitofafiction: Eyes closed, serene, content. (<= it's good to be home)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Something bizarre and unpleasant is going on. More bizarre and unpleasant than the entire premise of this institution, I mean to say. I feel as though I tried to shoot you once," he realizes it is true only as he says it, "but I cannot imagine why and it's reasonably likely I hallucinated the entire episode."
queenscheckmate: we are young (determination; let's talk)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"It wasn't me," she said quietly. Now it was all coming together. "It wasn't me... you were shooting at."
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Then who, or what, was it?"
queenscheckmate: we are young (clear mind and thoughts; listening)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"A doppelganger. That's the only way I can explain it." Her hands fidgeted behind her slightly.
bitofafiction: Standing straight. Faint smile. (<= brilliant innocence)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," he says philosophically, "it is not as though that is a new concept."
queenscheckmate: we are young (dejected; no more words needed)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"The details are fuzzy, but I can remember. That thing... I remember who it killed. I--"

Drip.

Drip.

Don't mind that noise you can't hear. But it's definitely distracting her.

"But it wasn't me. I didn't kill Euphemia."
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)


He shuts his eyes tightly.

"I think," he says in a very soft voice, "I am glad I do not remember that part."
queenscheckmate: we are young (no other option; falling away from me)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Kallen shrugged. "I can't remember what it said, but I remembered everyone it murdered."
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not clearly recall anyone's death but my own."
queenscheckmate: we are young (dejected; no more words needed)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"It's probably karma that I d--"
Edited (choose the right icons, cel) 2011-02-07 02:29 (UTC)
bitofafiction: Distracted, startled, perhaps even confused. (>= and some are merely spaced)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock opens his eyes to give her an inquiring look.
queenscheckmate: we are young (clear mind and thoughts; listening)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
That noise. Why won't it stop? Kallen refused to look behind her because well, she feels there's a good chance there's a blood she can't block behind her. She looked down.
bitofafiction: Looking down, pensive, unsure or regretful. (== come all the same)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose asking if something is troubling you would simply be redundant."
queenscheckmate: we are young (cue falling in 3...2; um whoops)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah-- what. No, I'm fine."
bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"If you prefer."
queenscheckmate: we are young (unsure of the future; what now)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I should... go." That sounded like a good idea. "Was there anything else you needed?"
bitofafiction: Looking straight ahead: calculated neutrality. (>= with his dignity on maximum)

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2011-02-07 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates, then shakes his head.

"No. Thank you."
queenscheckmate: we are young (softly with words that flow; sincere)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2011-02-07 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded. She turned around and stepped over something. You can't see what she does, but her hands are in front of her now. Hiding her hands from people? Psh, you must be crazy. But she walked back in the direction of the dorms.