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

[doesthewindything]

After looking her over for a second (because it really wouldn't hurt to memorize what she looks like so he'll remember her) he notices that she's still at least a tiny bit bruised up and has a cut. Which prompts the following question:

"Is this like Sburb? The Medium?"

[fabricates]

"Not really. It's not neeeeeeeeally as involved as the game we played. It's just a bunch of shitty tournaments every week. You fight to win, and if you win you get money. It's so simple it's embarrassing. They give you a manual that explains it in more detail than necessary if you're interested in wordy bullshit."

Vriska had sort of forgotten about her state of disarray, aside from the dull throb in her lip that had just become natural to the point she didn't notice it.

[doesthewindything]

"Tournaments? That sounds kinda cool. I'll read the manual later, I guess." There wasn't any time for that right now. "Then how'd you get a cut on your lip? You look a little bruised, too. Did you get into a fight with someone?"

[fabricates]

Oh- shit. Well, she'll play it off like it's no big deal, shrugging at his question.

"Yeah. I won though. This is nothing."

[doesthewindything]

Jeez you worry him a bit Vriska. He is going to keep in touch all the time now. Not like he wouldn't have anyway.

"Oh, okay." Well, he won't push further. She didn't look too badly hurt, after all. He was sure she had been through worse in Sburb.

"Soooo... are you allowed to visit the other school if you aren't part of it? Maybe that's in the manual." And he'll just get it right out anyway and start thumbing over to it. "... Yeah, it says you can't."

[fabricates]

"Yeah, if you want to follow their stupid rules. Don't tell me you're a goody-goody that won't break them. What are they going to do if we break it? It's a silly rule anyway."

She was relieved when he didn't ask more about it, because she didn't feel like weaving a lie about it to avoid telling him the truth. She was kind of tired of lies at this point, considering the consequences were what he was asking about.

[doesthewindything]

"Well we could always meet in the city anyway, right? There's no rule against that."

[fabricates]

"Ughhhhhhhh, no John. We're going to break their stupid rules and that's all there is to say on the matter. Besides, meeting up in town would only work if we were both Players. I don't want to hang out with you if you're being escorted by your Player."

[doesthewindything]

"You have to be escorted around by your Player if you aren't one?" John wasn't sure he liked the sound of that, really. "That really sucks."

[fabricates]

"Right? This place has a bunch of shitty rules for Weapons and Discards. If you aren't a player, you're basically dirt. Isn't that stupid??"