utopiamods: (The right way to fight Exaclan)
Rakuen Moderators ([personal profile] utopiamods) wrote in [community profile] rakuen2010-12-28 12:37 am

Introduction!

The tram quickly arrives at the academy station, and the students onboard are ushered off and directed to the front lobby of the school. They can't miss it; there are signs up pointing toward the main entrance, reading "New student orientation" in big, bright letters. If anyone should care to move off the path, try exploring somewhere else, a teacher will conveniently appear to shoo them back toward the lobby, assuring them that "all your questions will be answered inside".

The lobby is big and spacious, looking more like a university or perhaps a fancy international hotel than a high school. There's a woman sitting at a desk ready to check everyone in, but she's not important right now; what the students should pay attention to is the large flat-screen TV set into one of the walls. As soon as everyone has gathered inside, it clicks on and starts to play a prerecorded video. A cheerful woman appears on-screen; when she speaks, she's so chipper you might just feel your teeth starting to rot.

"Good afternoon to our new students here at Utopia Academy! Thank you for choosing to enroll with us for this, our first semester of the new year. Our battle system is the best in the world, set up for you, our students! I hope that you all had a fun journey here, and that you've all made some new friends! You're going to need them soon, so keep them close, okay?

"Now, I'm going to explain the rules for you. Make sure to listen carefully, and remember, you can find all of this and more in the Exaclan manual!"

A map of the academy appears on-screen. The woman stands green-screened in front of the map.

"Our academy is fully integrated with a virtual network that includes several layers of tactile, empathic holographics geared toward the battle game Exaclan. Exaclan is a game fought between groups of Players using their respective Weapons; if a Player wins a battle, he or she takes possession of the opposing Player's Weapon. This way, Players can own many, many Weapons. Collect them all!

"As for the Weapons, you might be wondering where those come from. Well, as it turns out, only a few of you are going to be Players. The rest of you are Weapons! Players, if you equip your custom-fitted Exaclan gloves, you will be able to unsheathe your weapon from the chest of any Weapon you own."

Meanwhile, behind the woman as she speaks, a stylized cartoon sequence plays out in which a man in knight's garb pulls a sword from the chest of a woman in an elaborate princess gown.

"Now, since you're all just starting out here, you don't own any Weapons yet. In order to take possession of a Weapon, you must ask permission, and then promise to own and protect it. This is very important! Be nice to your Weapons, and in return, they will bring you to victory!

"The items you draw out of your Weapons' chests aren't real; they are part of the holographic Exaclan system. Each person's Weapon will be different, and they aren't just guns or knives, either. Their form is partly determined by the Weapon's personality, but it's partly randomized. Maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe not. It eliminates natural advantages!

"Now, like I said, the Weapons aren't real, but the damage you do in battle is real. You will feel every blow you take from an opponent's Weapon, and physical damage done to your Weapon will damage the person you drew it from, too. So be careful, or you could cause serious damage!"

The woman holds up one finger, grinning ear-to-ear;

"If you win a battle, ownership of the Weapon you fought against transfers to you. You also earn one Token, and you earn an additional Token for every five battles you fight, whether or not you win. Tokens can be used to buy Upgrades, Link Charms, Memory Charms, and Legend Fragments, so do your best to earn as many Tokens as you can!

"Oh, right, about the Memory Charms... you're probably wondering why there are some things you can't remember. That's just a little precaution we took to make sure that you would participate in Exaclan. You've each been stripped of ten memories: Some of them are very important, but some of them aren't. You can purchase a Memory Charm for five Tokens, which means to regain all of your memories will cost fifty Tokens. Ah, there's a catch, though: You can't use the Memory Charms you buy. You have to give them to other people. So get along with your fellow students and make as many friends as you can, okay?

"Now, if you have any other questions, make sure to consult your Exaclan manuals. They will tell you more about the rules of Exaclan, what you can and cannot do with your Weapons, and so forth. Following this video, the list of Players for this Round will be displayed. Anyone not on that list is a Weapon for this Round. Sorry!"

The woman holds one hand up in front of her face apologetically, but continues smiling as ever.

"In conclusion, welcome to Utopia Academy. Let's all do our best and achieve utopia together!"

The video clicks off, replaced by a pale blue screen stating the following:

PLAYERS FOR ROUND -2:
Dave Strider
Gino Weinberg
Grenn Atair
Koharu Izaki
Molly Hayes


((OOC: Feel free to post reactions and general mingling in this post. From here on, you're free to make posts, fight battles, attend class, etc.! If you have any questions, get in touch with a mod.

Edit: A mod mistook how much Memory Charms cost. They're five tokens, not ten. Oops! So the post has been edited slightly. That is all!))
frozen_desires: (always passed by)

[personal profile] frozen_desires 2010-12-28 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
At the mention of Exaclan, Tougyu's brain all but drifted off onto a separate tangent.

From the looks of it, this was Utopia Academy v.2 and he was part of the testing group. Just another guinea pig by Iwahijiri's standards. Was he meant to help pave the way for the rest of the men in this school? What about El and the rest of the student council? Had they known this was going to happen or were they just as out of the loop as he?

People like Sumita and Shoujou had always talked about El caring about their wellbeing, but for some reason Tougyu had never felt valued as a peer by the man. No, he had always felt more like... a chess piece. A pawn ready to be moved about as the master willed. Which was fine with him, certainly, but still...

All of these thoughts, however, derailed when he glanced back up just in time to catch the name displayed on the screen and- Koharu Izaki?

He knew that name.

He knew that name.

He knew-

"Eh?"
summerstars: (not good)

[personal profile] summerstars 2010-12-28 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Grenn was briefly distracted from trying to figure things out by the guy beside her being rather loudly confused. He'd zoned out earlier, so the system was obviously familiar to him...

But in truth, Grenn didn't care about that. She cared about the fact that there were memories gone, and not just memories that impacted her, but, at least one of them, she abstractly knew, concerned something bigger than herself. And she couldn't do anything to stop whatever it was.

Then...

"... Frag. I'm going to..." Grenn bit off when she realized she'd muttered out loud again, and stared down at the bag where both uniform and her prostethics lay. She was going to have to use them, if she wanted a chance.

And what was with this place, with this level of holographic technology and absolutely, brain-stoppingly ancient mobility aids?! How did this even compute!

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myownfuture: (Huh?)

[personal profile] myownfuture 2010-12-28 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
If the first indication that something was very, very wrong had been waking up on a train headed to Utopia Academy, the second indication had been trying to read the signs pointing to the main entrance and coming up short. Reiko should have known the kanji that were used; they were simple, stuff that she was sure she'd learned in elementary school; even the foreigners had been able to read them (though she didn't yet know about the automagical translation that was in effect). And yet... she couldn't read it. There was nothing.

She stared blankly at the screen for a while after the video finished. This was ridiculous. This was absurd. This was Exaclan in name, but not in spirit. What was this?

When the list of Players came up, most of the names were displayed in katakana, but there was one -- the fourth one down -- that she couldn't read. She wondered who that could be...
veepofchess: (bad morning after)

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Lelouch bristled and seethed by the end of the introduction. "What nonsense!" he muttered. "Making a game out of knights and battles. Is this an elementary school playground?" But what enraged him more was the fact that his own memory had been altered. Again. He wasn't going to allow them this second humiliation. He was going to play their little game, sure. He was going to end it, too.

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thatguywhohasablog: either slightly concerned, vaguely impressed or mildly confused (huh)

/EDITS THIS A MILLION TIMES??

[personal profile] thatguywhohasablog 2010-12-28 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave suddenly understood very little indeed. This was way more complicated and unfathomable than anything Sburb had thrown at him yet, and he was increasingly certain that this, whatever the hell it was, wasn't part of any instance of the Incipisphere. It just didn't fit. Any freaking out he was doing over this, though, was staying firmly on the inside; he was just going to roll with it for now, at least until he had a better idea of what was going on.

"So I guess that makes me junior fucking nonsensical Pokémon master of pulling swords out of people with the power of friendship. Awesome. Any of you guys feel like letting these magic hands yank shit out of your chest? I promise I'll be gentle. Like a goddamn fall of spring rain or something. Newborn baby deer blinking their massive eyes up at these scarcely inclement weather conditions all over this shit but you won't feel a thing."
Edited 2010-12-28 14:34 (UTC)
tenwholeryou: (huh what where)

[personal profile] tenwholeryou 2010-12-28 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Kotarou had, until this point, been following along with the numb comprehension of a child in over their head. He didn't even listen to the woman in the wall, that was too much; staring around at the others with the suspicion of three months' experience of one blonde man was more than enough to occupy him. But when a foreign boy next to him opened his mouth and managed to say an entire stream of words Kotarou didn't understand..? That was something he could focus on.

"Huh?"

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I'M SORRY DAVE

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<3 :'D

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greennotgold: (Mousey)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-12-28 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Fletcher blinked at Dave. And then blinked again. The words he was speaking sounded like Amestrian, but he had no clue what he'd just said. "Um..."

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bitofafiction: Looking up. Considering or evasive. (<= I know it sounds absurd)

ilu ildave ileverything

[personal profile] bitofafiction 2010-12-28 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I find myself bizarrely tempted by your kind offer," Sherlock comments.

Let's rewind:

There's a seventeen-year-old boy in a white button-down shirt and black leather jacket lurking near the back of the room. He was probably one of the last to straggle in; he doesn't take well to being shooed. But here he is, listening carefully to every word of that astonishing presentation, and when the list of players comes up on the screen he commits the names to memory and makes his leisurely way through the room to eavesdrop on everyone present.

Whereupon, hearing Dave's delightful little speech, he stops for a chat.

<3

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imperceptible: (Angry / Shocked)

[personal profile] imperceptible 2010-12-28 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
As the chipper woman droned on and on about a completely absurd system, Kevin could really only register one thing as the names rolled up at the end like credits.

"I was kidnapped to go to school!?"
trollofthree: (pic#702143)

[personal profile] trollofthree 2010-12-28 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Looks like it," Gino had spotted the younger boy from across the room, and approached with a vague smile. Once he was within range, he rested a hand on Kevin's shoulder, so he could lean over and check the screen again. Yeah, that was definitely his name. "I wonder if we have to go to class?"

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queenscheckmate: we are young (your end will come; do not mess with me)

[personal profile] queenscheckmate 2010-12-29 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Not remembering anything?" At first, Kallen's thoughts drifted to Gino and their conversation on the train's platform. But... she didn't feel like she had forgotten anything. Of course, she looked over in his direction. The tall male did like to tease her, so for all she knew, he could have been playing a joke and it wouldn't have been out of the ordinary.

"I can't believe this," she muttered to herself. Well that would explain the sudden transferring and how she got her. Kidnapped. Seriously, that song was getting REAL old.

And she refused to be pawn (aka weapon) because the school willed it to be. Not now, not again.
trollofthree: (pic#702141)

[personal profile] trollofthree 2010-12-29 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Kallen!" Too late, she was spotted as Gino scanned the room for his opponents and found her instead. Hey, she counted. Despite briefly entertaining the idea of asking her to join his team, he didn't come any closer, just waved over towards where Lelouch was talking to one of the uniformed girls across the lobby. "Told you~!"

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summerstars: (hmm)

[personal profile] summerstars 2010-12-29 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Shivering, Grenn rubbed her arms, resisting the urge to look back over the lobby behind her. She hated people like that... Staring instead at the part of the lobby with the reception desks and some very, very generic, but pleasant, people behind them, she swallowed.

There was really only one question that needed an answer, and needed it now, though her mind was clamouring wildly for more information. How would the battles actually work, where they would sleep, eat, would that cost anything and, an--

Tugging sharply on her hair, Grenn took a deep breath. Please let there be answers soon. But the most important one had nothing to do with the practicalities of... this place.

It still took Grenn almost a full five minutes before she'd gathered herself enough, and managed to (she hoped) formulate a coherent question. Now, she could be completely off, and they'd laugh at her. She hoped (bizarrely) she was right.

"Excuse me," she chose one of the generic receptionists at random, they all looked just as pleasant, and tried to smile. "Um... a question... Time. How does it work here compared to where everybody's from?"

It was a strange way to formulate things, but controversial theories of time-space pockets, of "wrinkles in the universe" and several other half-remembered such things, floated in the back of her head.

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summerstars: (pout)

Re: ROOMING NOTIFICATIONS - !IMPORTANT!

[personal profile] summerstars 2010-12-30 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
She had just been here. Couldn't the receptionist have thought of this when she was there? Of course, maybe she should have remembered to ask, too.

"Umm, eh. Hi. About... the rooms?" Oh yes. Grenn gritted her teeth and tried to not shift in her seat. She couldn't even pop out a question to something that they'd already made an announcement they wanted people to come up to get information for.

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greennotgold: (Huh?)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-12-30 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Dormitories?" Fletcher repeated as he stepped up to the counter. He peered up at the receptionist.

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thatguywhohasablog: indifferent slouch (:/)

Re: ROOMING NOTIFICATIONS - !IMPORTANT!

[personal profile] thatguywhohasablog 2010-12-30 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yo." Dave leaned against the counter with an obnoxious nonchalant coolkid salute of unrivaled caliber. "So what's up with this dorm business? You packing us in face to toes like underpaid Victorian factory workers or what?"

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isur2ndprincess: (hopeful)

[personal profile] isur2ndprincess 2010-12-30 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuki walked over to the receptionist, she figured that she would most likely have a different dorm than the one at her version of this school and it was best not to leave it up to chance.

"Excuse me, I'm Yuki Yagizawa which dorm am I in?" Though she vaguely wondered if she would be spending more time injured in the hospital wing than in her own room as usual.

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princesspowerful: (look up)

[personal profile] princesspowerful 2010-12-30 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly cautiously walked over to the lady, she was a bit wary about this place. Why would anyone want to take her and make her go to school? But hey, free place to sleep and they probably had food too!

"Where's my room?"

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[personal profile] willbeurprincess 2010-12-30 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Koharu took the easiest route, walking along as directed. It all looked the same, nearly, just...different. Her eyes lifted upwards to the screen and she dutifully watched the explanation, frowning. They didn't mention girls being owned by boys or anything--

A startled squeak was her first reaction to the names on the screen and she blinked a few times, trying to work it out. She was a Player? But Sora was the Knight to their princesses, the one who drew weapons--She couldn't help but wonder what Sora's weapon looked like then. Then a thought struck her and she fumbled through her bag, pulling out the glove she had seen in passing--why had she assumed it was just Sora's glove?

"I have to fight?"
isur2ndprincess: (worried)

[personal profile] isur2ndprincess 2010-12-30 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yuki was equally as shocked. Girls could be players now? What kind of game was this? She quickly looked around to try and find Koharu, trying to remember the girl on the train since her memory seemed to be failing her.

"Koharu? Are you okay?"

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princesspowerful: (skipping)

[personal profile] princesspowerful 2010-12-30 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
See Molly.

See Molly run.

Run Molly, run.

A.K.A Molly is running around trying to figure out where exactly she is. Also, she's a player which sounds pretty cool if you ask her.

It's not her fault if she runs into you, you should have been watching out.
allurprincess: (wait this is MATHS homework)

[personal profile] allurprincess 2011-01-03 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
She really should've been watching out, actually. Sora has been staring at the screen for about five minutes, trying to remember which of the names is the name of her, well, owner. She's narrowed it down to three, she thinks, but which three is less clear and keeps changing.

So, when she's barrelled into by a young girl, she does what Sora always does when surprise-tackled by someone.

Which is almost topple over, then catch and steady the human missile in question.

"H-hey, are you okay?"

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themerryway: ([?] - unbelieving)

[personal profile] themerryway 2010-12-31 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's the cool, smooth sound of a recording that wakes her.

The voice grasps her and pulls, and she lurches forward, suddenly awake. It takes a moment for her to take in her surroundings; the warm sun, seeming familiar yet distant, the leather of the seating, the voice repeating itself, it's time to get off, and Euphemia wonders-- still quite disoriented-- why it's so drafty in here.

Then she looks down.

She's wrapped in a white hospital blanket and nothing else.

Oh.

She quickly moves to cover what she can-- coherence quickly coming to her-- and grasps wildly for a bag sat next to her. Clothes, clothes, clothes-- she needs clothes-- and ah, there! The bag was a good guess. But here comes the tricky part. She clambers over to pull down the blinds and fidgets under the blanket until she's dressed. Crisis averted?

Swallowing and clearing her throat, willing the flush from her face and the humiliation from her mind-- what if someone saw, oh my goodness-- Euphie can now come to consider the rest of this.

She'd been talking with Lelouch. Why is she here? How did she--

And the speaker tells her, "We have arrived at Utopia Academy. Could all passengers…"

There's nothing else for her here, so she gets off, follows the bright signs and listens to what they tell her, them, all these people. Memories? A game? Her brow furrows and she doesn't understand. She feels dazed, strange. Unsure as to what to think. And it's all written quite plainly on her face, in her posture. It feels she's still dreaming.

She isn't a Player. Does that mean she's a Weapon?
veepofchess: (bound by responsibility)

[personal profile] veepofchess 2010-12-31 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Lelouch had decided that blending in was finally in order. He'd left for a moment to change, and rejoined the confused throng. He'd also taken to exploring the crowd, to see if there was anyone else he knew there. And he'd found one. Oh, had he found one. Her hair was still disheveled from that day so long ago. It looked just like it had when he'd-- He pushed that memory aside. He had to get to her before Gino did. Whatever was going on here, he wanted to be the one to explain it to her.

He started toward her, but stopped short. What about her Geass? There were many Japanese here. The last thing he wanted was for her to regain her Massacre Princess reputation. So he continued to her, and reached up to touch her shoulder. "Euphemia," he said, to draw her attention. If he kept her focus on him, she may not notice the Japanese.
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When searching the train had turned up neither hair nor hide of her friends and allies from Central, the next best thing to do was to go along with the crowd and just hope to figure out where she was. None of this looked like anything she'd seen in Amestris. The giant lady on the wall really, really didn't look like anything she'd seen in Amestris.

The small girl, blood still drying in streaks on her face and staining her original clothing that she has yet to change out of, was more intent on listening to the lady on the screen chatter away than recalling she was, in fact, covered in blood. Strange looks from strange people were easy to ignore.

"A school?" Mei stared. "A school that makes you fight? But I didn't enroll..."
isur2ndprincess: (worried)

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Yuki was walking around looking for more of Sora's princesses and trying to learn more about this new system. She stopped completely when she saw a young girl covered in blood. Immediately she took bandages out of her pocket and walked over.

"Here let me help you," she said as she wiped some blood off her cheek.

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Rapunzel clutched her hair in both hands, uncaring of the five feet trailing behind her as she struggled to keep her hair in hand and her bag from falling. It'd already fallen once outside. She paused, then squared her shoulders. No new people with their huge buildings and wide open spaces...and tons of strange new people...were going to scare her...nope. Not at all. Oh where was...what was his name...

Her head snapped up to the board, and the dream flitted back through her head. It was almost as strange as the 'train' outside, but she listened skeptically. She was supposed to fight? How did they plan on making her--oh. Oh.

"Can't I just go home?" She whispered.
princesspowerful: (that's amazing!)

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Molly stood in front of Rapunzel staring in amazement. Look at all that hair! Imagine what you could do with it, this was just soo cool!

"YOUR HAIR IS SO LONG" she yelled excitedly.

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