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 a girl and three boys, one of whom is a troll. All four 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 three have a shield.

At the first lull in the chatter, the girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations rudely.

"Hey morons,"

She explains, sounding annoyed, that the four of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Santana of Conquest, pointing to herself, and Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude.

"When your name gets called go to the person who called it. Actually, fuck it. You're all in Fortitude, screw name calling. I'm leaving."

She walks off leaving the three boys on their own. The one introduced as Yuri speaks first.

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Fortitude (the best place to be~)

[mrdickery]

[As Santana marches off, Yuri glances at her go by with an eyebrow raised. Less in surprise and more in mild exasperation, making it quite clear that that kind of behavior is completely normal from her.

Buuuut enough of that! He has names to call out and new students to greet! And gosh he is so excited, you can tell by the look on his face he is absolutely raring to go. ... except not really. (Why is he the one doing this again?]

Okay, the names I call out are the ones who dodged that bullet.

Sadaharu Inui... eeh, Haru's easier to say. Spain- wait, again? [Have a perplexed look, even as he keeps going.] Tavros Nitram, guess you can be Tav, and Nanashi. Think I like Nana better.

So... yeah, that about wraps that up. [And he lowers the list.]

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee smiles slowly around at all the newbies, not minding Santana. He gives Tavros an especially wide grin, which might look welcoming to the other troll but probably looks creepy to everyone else.

"Yo. All you motherfuckers can get your ask on if you have any questions we can be answerin'." His eyes stay on Tavros as he speaks. Wow, this isn't creepy at all, is it?

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Another grey skinned creature, interesting. He raises an eyebrow at the nickname, but steps forward.

"Why have we been brought here?" It was, perhaps the most obvious question. The second one was where was Kotarou, but if this situation turned out to be hostile it was perhaps the kid wasn't here.

[mrdickery]

"Your guess is as good as mine." Yuri replied with a shoulder roll, quietly dodging the question. Oh he had a guess or two, but nothing solid yet. He had a feeling that if he wanted to get some real information, he'd have to find out what was inside those towers, or get one of the previous 6 to talk. At the moment? Neither option was looking too plausible.

[conquistador]

( He really can't help but smile when Santana speaks. For such an attractive girl, she had a poor personality. Oh, well, not everyone can have everything. When he hears his name, he raises a hand and steps forward.

Oh! So people knew him here! It looks like his reputation preceded him more than he thought. Well, that puts him in a better mood and he smiles, )

Aquí. I'm here.

[conquistador]

( So, who noticed Spain wasn't around much of the morning? If anyone has been looking, they can find Spain at the platform. Those who know him will immediately notice a few changes.

Today, he wears a bright red coat, slightly worn and over some old styled clothes. His hair is longer, tied back with a ribbon. Aside from that, he also appears significantly younger than before. He is also shorter than usual but one might not notice that right away given how he stands-- taller, head up high, and full of confidence (or is it arrogance?).

As he listens to the welcoming with his arms crossed, it looks almost as if he's hearing everything for the first time. The way he tries to take the information in and looks around curiously and attentively. )

[traces]

[ Dahlia has gone to the station to see who's there amongst the new arrivals. Is that Antonio? What's he doing there, looking so ridiculous? Is this another version of him, like there are of some of the other people here? She stares, eyes narrowed for a moment, before putting her innocent face back on and approaching him. ]

Mr. Antonio?

[mrdickery]

[When Spain puts his hand up, Yuri gives him a very curious look, before he finally decides to speak.]

Spain, huh? [There's another pause, and then a very casual:] Think you can find your way around this place or do you need a guide?

[relentless_sentinel]

[She notices alright.]

Sir Antonio? You come ta meet the new people too?

[roboprosthetic]

Tavro's face instantly lights up as he manages to make it to the platform and sees Gamzee there. He's relieved that someone familiar is here in this weird place, and raises a hand timidly in a wave. He knows he has his attention, but does it anyways. He rolls closer.

And then he's quietly asking: "Hi, Gamzee. Where... what is this place?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"Hey, motherfucker." He smiles, suddenly feeling a rush of excitement. Aw, hell yes, his bro was here. Oh, right, he was asking a question, wasn't he?

"Oh, uuuh. Well shit, that one is a kinda hard to answer question. I'm not even motherfucking sure myself."

[conquistador]

Sí, the one and only. ( During that pause, he keeps his smile. ) Ah, well, it depends only if you're offering! It's always helpful to have a guide but I'm sure I can make it.

[conquistador]

( Antonio? Oh, does she mean him? How strange that the people here would know his alias too. )

Yes, miss?

[roboprosthetic]

"Oh... I was, um, kind of in the middle of something, you know, back home, I'm. Well. I need to go back." His voice is slow and gradually becomes more anxious, nearly urgent, as he goes on. "Vriska was, um, she was in trouble... so I guess that's my next question. Or demand, maybe."

[conquistador]

( What a strangely colored hair. He can't help but stare for a moment before he regains his senses, )

I could be. . . Everyone is a little new to the other in this situation though, don't you think?

( New arrivals to the people who have been here for some time. But for the arrivals, it's meeting new people in an unfamiliar place. )

[conquistador]

Spain doesn't even pretend to know what Gamzee is. Though it's rude to do so, Spain stares at him for a moment. Oh, God, it speaks. Well, if the curious creature is answering questions, he has to ask, "Ay, what are you supposed to be?"

[traces]

... [ She tilts her head. "Miss"? ] What are you wearing, sir? That's an unusual outfit. And your hair...

[conquistador]

Hm? My clothes, of course. ( He looks down at his clothes. ) Do you think so? It's the newest uniform. . .

( Why does he feel like Austria is nagging at him to change his clothes. )

What's wrong with my-- ( He touches the pony tail to see how long it is, ) Well, it could be cut sooner rather than later, I suppose. . .

[traces]

Newest uniform? But nobody said anything about the school uniform changing...

Ah, I see. I'm sorry; I hadn't noticed your hair was growing out, that's all.

[conquistador]

Yes, I got it before I left but. . . it's almost been a year. . . ( This conversation is beginning to get a little strange. ) I'm sorry, have we met, miss?

[traces]

...what...?

Um, it's me. Dahlia.

[conquistador]

Dahlia? ( Like the flower? ) That's a beautiful name.

I'm-- well, you already know, don't you?

[traces]

...yes, sir. You're Mr. Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo, our world history teacher. We met weeks ago, when you became my Player...

[conquistador]

¿Perdón? ( No. Spain will never be a teacher. He was a student for almost a century. He's never going back to school. Ever. ) No, you must have me mistaken for someone else. Someone who is really named Antonio Fe-. Ay, I'll have to pick another name. . .

[traces]

Ah... I think I may know what's going on. Sometimes, somehow, the same person may appear here twice. Different versions of the same person. It's happened before.

[ ...pick another...? Was he lying about his name? ]