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 and a boy. All three are in uniforms that would match if not for the colour differences - skirts and trousers, waistcoats, and light summer shirts that seem totally inappropriate for the thin layer of melting slush coating the station platform. Each has a beret with a crest - one girl's shows a sword, the other two have 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 the three of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami of Fortitude, she says, placing a hand on her own collarbone, with her fellow prefect Lelouch, and Santana of Conquest, here pointing to the boy and the taller girl she's leaning against. The girl nods, looking fairly bored, whilst the boy doesn't appear to be paying much attention.

"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. This'd better be the last lot we get in winter, seriously."

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

Comments

[straightupzorra]

I am not retarded, you should see some of the other people here, they make even you look like a genius. I'm going to assume that a recuperacoon is a bed, because I'm not a retard and can make those simple connections, and tell you that recuperacoon is one of the dumbest words I have ever heard. And you know what, I've grasped the pedestrian concept of grammar in two languages [she switches to Spanish] and if I switch to Spanish you should just get out of my fucking way because that means shit is going to hit the fan.

[back to English] Dolorosa is an adult troll, headmistress of Fortitude, has green blood and long horns shaped like this [she mimics the shape with her fingers] But really, you have a whole planet, if there are people you don't know, I'll forgive you.

[she shrugs] They may be dead, you can be dead here.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

I have no idea what you just said there! But oh my God, why can't I hold all these fucks I am giving?

[ those. horns. karkat makes a stupid, inquisitive face. ] How green? Olive? Lime? Jade? You can't just say her blood's green, assfuck. Be more specific.

Yes, that makes perfect sense! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS.

[straightupzorra]

Wow, learn to be culturally sensitive. [maybe Vriska told her to do that once. Maybe]

Oh right, that really matters to you people. It's jade green if that means anything to you.

It means that death means nothing here, you'll just have an undead status and certain battle effects harm you, like cure or light, although there are some cases that aren't hurt by those effects.