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Characters: Lyra Silvertongue, and anyone who drops by!That woman was unnerving, and had been no help at all as far as answers went, but at least she'd given Lyra everything she asked for. Notebooks, paper, pens, pencils, markers, and a large pile of sugary snacks and candy, along with six cans of cola- she'd realized she couldn't remember what it tasted like, but it was one memory that she could recover through experience. The same with whatever the word was for that color the sky was.
Format: Whatever you want.
This log is: open
Location: Red Common Room.
Summary: After finding out she's a player and poking around the campus a bit, Lyra spends some time in her dorm's common room.
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Leaving the candy untouched for a moment, she tacked up her first two pieces of paper to the noticeboard, both written in Lyra's messy hand. The first read "I'm a Player looking for Weapons", and the second read "How much does anyone know about this place?"
She decided that would be enough for now, and started trying to draw a picture of Iorek from out of her memory in the meantime, as she curled up on the most comfortable chair she could find.
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Admittedly, dying from the game was more than painful and his chest still tightened at the thought that he was shot dead [by Shoujou, of all people, but then a part of him expected it]. Maintenance, they had called it, and they - the students - had to be dead in order for it to be performed. He'd never heard of such a thing back in the original game, never needing the Players to die so gruesomely. First round and he was already dead. How pathetic.
Hence, despite the summons to the lobby, El instead walked back to the dorm, lightheaded but with the intention to at least speak with his council members. At least one of them should have survived through the ordeal.
Opening the door to the common room, he stopped for a moment to stare at the girl who was busy tacking a couple of papers on the bulletin board, frowning as he tried to recall who she was. He's never seen her before - at least, before the maintenance. A new student, maybe? Not that it was strange for Utopia to be accepting transfers. After all, Sora Himoto was one. His eyes flickered to the papers.
"I suppose that's one way to find a Weapon," he remarked lightly, head tilted to one side thoughtfully as he read the writing on one of the papers. A heartbeat, and El, his gaze moving from the bulletin board to the girl, offered a smile.
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"Well, I figured it was worth a try, since none of the people here are from my world- I didn't see you on the train, are you one of the people who was here before?" Lyra asked, looking up at him. If he was, maybe he'd be able to give her some more answers.
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"That's right. And you must be one of the new students, yes?" He took a seat on one of the available armchairs, reading the second sheet of paper tacked on the board. How much, eh? Not even they, who came from the original Utopia, knew a lot about this new Utopia. The rules of the game had changed, he could see no connection of Iwahijiri whatsoever . . . and now, that event they called maintenance.
He glanced down at the girl's work, an eyebrow lifting at the sketch. Creatively done and it looked completely from a fantasy book. "You draw very well."
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"Oh- Thank you!" Lyra bowed her head in appreciation, "And yes, I am new- I just got here today."
"If you've been here for longer than me... How much has anyone found out about this place? I have some ideas of my own, but I want to find out as much as I can," she told him, nodding in encouragement.
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Ideas of her own? He smiled inwardly. He'd like to hear what those would be.
"Well . . . " El paused, feigning another thoughtful look. He supposed that there was nothing wrong giving away what he knew about the original Utopia since it didn't give him or Sora Himoto any advantage anyway. Aside from the fact that she got all her princesses in one go.
"The administration of the school had been tight-lipped for a while now, refusing to answer questions directly. Though if I were to be asked, it's completely different from the school I've known."
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Lyra leaned forward, and then tossed one of the sweets in the pile to the older boy, her expression serious- it looked rather odd, on such a young face.
"What's happened here, in the time everyone's been brought here? The game... Is it really so harmless?"
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Both in the game and the school, the rules indeed differed. The existence of misogyny, the oppression of the girls, the existence of Iwahijiri . . . they were not in this school. El kept his smile as he watched the expression on the girl's face change to something far -- unexpected for a young girl like her.
He would have commented on it, on how it didn't suit a girl like her, but kept it to himself. Instead, El picked up the candy that was tossed, rolling it over and under his fingers, and moved on to her next set of questions.
"Do you really think a game that forces people to fight each other is harmless?" El smiled at the candy, watching it appear and disappear on his palm. "Exaclan is a virtual reality game. Whatever injuries you acquire during the game - for example, if you were shot - will not appear on your body physically. However the pain that accompanies it will also be felt. It applies both to you, as a Player, and your Weapon. But lately, the administration had been taking a few liberties with the system."
The smile he wore grew for a moment, an amused curve, and his palm closed around the candy tightly. Liberties, he called it, and yet he couldn't find any other term to describe that event days ago.
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sorry for the delay
It's okay!
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"What a stupid thing to forget." She said beneath her breath and through her teeth, sliding into the common room of the dormitory. When she saw Lyra, she brightened and wandered towards her.
"You're drawing?" She asked, looking over her shoulder while still winding her fingers through the ribbon. It still refused to become a bow.
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"Do you want any sweets?" she asked, pointing to the pile in front of her as she flopped back and started working on drawing Iorek's claws.
Hmm... What should she have him fighting?
"Road... Is something wrong with that ribbon?"
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"I can't tie a bow. Stupid, isn't it." She mutters, sitting on a chair opposite Lyra. In between them the candy, and she picked through it curiously.
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"Well, I could think of worse memories to lose- at least it's something that's easy to relearn?" Lyra hadn't found out that memories couldn't be regained any way besides paying tokens.
"You ever had cola before?"
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"And cola? No, I haven't. What is it?"
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"And Cola... I had it when I went to Cittagazze. It's a fizzy drink that comes in cans," Lyra explained as she opened two of said cans and handing one to Road.
"I forgot what it tasted like... But maybe if I drink it again I'll remember without having to pay?"
Sip, sip. Well, no memories were coming back, but maybe she'd be able to remember this time?
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No matter, he could always find a way to regain his memory. He walked into the common room with his new book at hand and was about to sit on the couch when he saw a message (was it written in crayon?) posted on the bulletin board.
He pulled the message off from the board and read it to himself out loud. "I'm a Player looking for Weapons." He pinned it back in place Naive, but it could work. Maybe he should try it himself--
Nah. He shook his head and smiled.
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"I think it's an effective way of letting people know what you need. Did it work?"
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"Maybe it would help if you signed your name on it, so other interested people would know who to find."
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'Lyra Silvertongue'
"Ah... Are you looking for a Player yourself?" she asked hopefully, putting the cap back on her pen as she turned back to the boy.
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"Hi!" The tiny Xingese girl called across the common room before approaching Lyra. Once she'd gotten closer and was able to peer over the chair of the arm to try and see what was being drawn, she added, "Welcome to the dorm! What's that?"
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It was good to meet someone else her own age, for once.
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Mei couldn't quite pin down that thought. It would have been fun to talk about bears, but the memory of her own best friend -- a panda -- was long gone. She frowned at the picture for a second, then shrugged. She would put it down as Xing having pandas in general, since specifics were beyond her.
She looked from the picture to the artist. "I'm Mei! I'm in the first floor room, 1-B."
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"Maybe they have armored bears in your world too?" she suggested.
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