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

[untraditional]

No, I woke up on the the train here a week ago. It's a bit scary... but this place isn't so terrible, I think. There are a lot of friendly people, and that makes it all bearable.

[sewperbully]

So we're not the only... kidnapped ones, huh. [Kanji is so unimpressed.

He folds his arms over his chest.] What school-- or whatever-- are you in?

[untraditional]

I'm in Conquest... we aren't. There are a lot of people. When I first arrived, there were a lot more than this time. ... Which school are you in, Kanji?

FUCK THIS I'M SWITCHING TO PROSE

[sewperbully]

"Conquest too, I think." He doesn't sound at all thrilled by the prospect of school. In fact he makes a face, scratching the inside of his ear with a finger.

"This place bites."

YEAHHHH

[untraditional]

"I hope we can be friends, and can enjoy classes together... it might not be the best place to be, and I definitely still want to go home, but it's surprisingly nice."