Introduction!

[utopiamods]

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!))

Comments

[swordofzero]

Suzaku blinked; he knew that the girl disliked him strongly but he had not expected to be completely ignored. Not when they were both in this place, Suzaku had no idea about the girl, whose name he still couldn't remember, but he had definatly not came to this place by choice. And if he knew, that girl, at all, which he did he, even if she hated him- for good reason, she was not one to voluntarily come to a place like this. Not when there was so much going on back where they came from.

He should go really, there was no point staying when she hated him and his presence was bound to make her angry. But the simple truth was he had nowhere to go. He had no idea where he was, how he had gotten here or what he was suposed to do.

The girl was the only link between wherever here was and the life he had been taken out of. Despite everything Suzaku felt more comfortable staying near someone he knew, even if they dispised him. "I am sorry, do you know where we are?"

[queenscheckmate]

Why was the voice still talking? Kallen was two seconds from declaring herself insane. "Leave me alone," was the only thing she could muster up to say. There was no malice, no hatred behind it. Just a simple statement of a broken girl. She didn't want to talk to the voice that sounded like Suzaku's. Nor did she want to look at the person who might have been Suzaku. The teenager wanted to be left alone to hopefully find her center and peace of mind.

[swordofzero]

Suzaku blinked and took a step back. Obviously his theory; that they were both in this wierd place and should stick to the known until they figured out the unknown, was not shared with the girl whose name he could not remember.

Still he would accept that she did not want to talk to him and go. He was not sure where he should go though, but took another step away from the girl. "I'm sorry," he said and looked around him, trying to take stock of his surroundings.

[queenscheckmate]

"I'm going crazy," Kallen said barely above a whisper to herself. A hand ran itself over her face, sighing. That was the only explanation. Something told her she wanted to say, [Apologizes are useless] but she couldn't even find a mental connection as to why she would say such a thing.

[swordofzero]

Suzaku shook his head, there was nothing else he could say and whatever was wrong with the girl whose name he could not remember he was only making it worse. He should leave.

Just then he heard an announcement, explaining that dormitory allocations were ready. There was a general movement of people towards a desk and Suzaku followed them, looking over his shoulder at the girl. He hoped she would be alright but there was nothing he could do, she hated him and would not accept his help. He dissapeared into the crowd.