On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform with your new and still bizarre mix of faces, expressions, clothing and wild theories, you are met by two girls. Both are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the thin layer of snow and ice coating the station platform. Both have a beret with a crest - one shows a sword, the other a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the shorter girl speaks up, her soft voice somehow cutting over you.

"Excuse me,"

She explains, in precise, quiet sentences, that they're prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored.

"We will be sorting you now. When we say your name, please move quickly and quietly to whoever called you."

"Yeah," Santana interrupts, "Then we can go back to the dorms. It's not getting any warmer however many times they make us do this."

They separate, moving to stand several metres apart, and both pull a list from their waistcoat pocket. Alternating, they start to read out your names.

Comments

[heroiccia]

But there's nothing rude at looking at someone else!

[And now he's starting to laugh and starts to walk closer to what's his name.]

[keepscalm]

It has the potential to cause discomfort in someone else, which is generally regarded as rude in social situations. Not that you know anything about etiquette.

[No why are you coming closer, go away he doesn't like you.]

[heroiccia]

I know plenty of things about etiquette!

[Oh come on, he thought we were bros~! Even though he can't remember your name. And likes making you made from time to time.]

[keepscalm]

[Scoff.] Oh please. You wouldn't know propriety if it bit you in the arse.

[heroiccia]

Hey, I so know propriety! [As soon as he figures out what that words means anyway.]

[keepscalm]

[He snorts oh-so-ungracefully.] I'll believe it when I see it.

[heroiccia]

Then ya better start believing it soon!

[keepscalm]

[He puts his hands on his hips.]

Can you even tell me what the word "propriety" means, America?

[heroiccia]

Yeah, sure...of course I can! [Hang on hang on, break down the wrod...]

It means proper...right?

[keepscalm]

[He can practically see the gears of America's brain turning.]

It's a noun meaning conformity to established standards of proper behavior or manners.

[...now if you can tell him what he just said, he may be impressed.]

[heroiccia]

[He just caught the word conformity and he was already making a sour face.]

Dude, if it means that I've gotta conform to how you act then never mind. There's no way I would wanna act like that.

[keepscalm]

[Flat look.]

You have no idea what I just said.

Not that there is anything wrong with how I act, thank you. [His tone is biting. The intensity of his dislike just keeps growing and growing.]

[heroiccia]

I do! [He thinks.]

And why would I wanna be a stuffy grump like you? [And he remains completely oblivious of course.]

[keepscalm]

I am not a stuffy grump. [Jerk.] You simply cannot appreciate my company.

[heroiccia]

You are too a stuffy grump! [Why you so easy to anger?]

[keepscalm]

Then I fail to see why you insist upon always speaking to me. [Because you are the worst colony ever. Not that England is aware that you used to be his colony.]

[heroiccia]

'Cause we're like bros dude!

[keepscalm]

[Wow, he almost wants to laugh.] No we're not. And even if we were, I can't stand my real brothers. Why would you be any better?

[heroiccia]

Yes we are...you.

[keepscalm]

[Weirdest look ever.]

"You"? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[heroiccia]

...nothing of course! Why? [He'll him as soon as he remembers his name.]