On the platform: New characters and old ones that want to come and meet them!

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform, all few of you, you are met by three girls and five boys, two of which are bizarre grey-skinned aliens. All eight 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 heavy clouds and cold drizzle. They're all sodden. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - four depicting a shield, the other four a sword.

At the first lull in the chatter, one pale shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations coldly.

"Attention please."

She explains that the eight of them are prefects, representing the two schools in Rakuen. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri, Lelouch and Gamzee of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi and Gino of Conquest.

The girl called Santana interrupts, "Look assholes, I'm tired of doing this every week, just come to me when your name is called." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names.

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CONQUEST

[straightupzorra]

Sherlock who names their kid Sherlock? I mean, really?
Brienne where are you even from to have a name like that?
Rose wait, again? Weren't you just here?
Lemina what the hell is that name?
France ugh another country.

[pennypincher]

You're hardly one to talk. What kind of name is Santana?

[straightupzorra]

[just for you she'll turn up her Latina accent]

It's Hispanic you racist asshole.

[pennypincher]

W-wait, what? What's racist about that?

[ Lemina is completely baffled. ]

[straightupzorra]

Uhh, not liking my name because it's Spanish? Duh.

[pennypincher]

I've never heard of any place called Hispania, okay? And you look human to me, so I'm totally not racist.

[france]

Would you prefer a more 'human' name? [ He saunters over to her, tilting his head to the side with a smile at the young girl. ] Some of you humans prefer your customs over ours, so I would be glad to provide you with a different name, if it pleases you.

[straightupzorra]

Some of us humans think it's dumb to talk to landmasses too, and I'll call you whatever the hell I want. Maybe I'll call you Pierre or Robert or something.

[france]

Pierre or Robert. Are those the first names that come to mind when you think of the French, ma chère?

[straightupzorra]

Pierre, yes. Robert was just an attempt to piss you off with how not stereotypically French it is. I could call you Jacques instead, but then again this is my choice not yours.

[countryofassholes]

[Hanging out around the platform as veterans tend to do while the newcomers are ushered in, Britannia is, as always, keeping an eye out for familiar faces and wondering if anyone else from her world has arrived. No, she's not trying to see if Charles has come so she can avoid him, what are you talking about shutup.

Santana saves her the trouble however when she calls France's name. Immediately she adjusts her search parameters to look for wavy blonde hair and a sort of dopey looking- aaaah, there we go.

Hoping to catch his eyes, she gives a wave.]

[france]

[ Wait is that-- ]

[ Oh, thank Descartes! A familiar face! ]

Mérique! Aaah, Mérique, is that you? [ He drifts away from the hispanic girl, walking over to the... wait, breasts? Large hips? Full lips? No, this is most definitely not Mérique. ]

Aa... I am sorry, have we met before, ma belle?

[countryofassholes]

[Well that answers that.

Not quite able to fully hide the disappointment that flickers across her face, she finally gives France a customary smile in greeting while preparing the typical jargon for explaining her existence to another nation who she doesn't share worlds with. Really, it's getting kind of tiresome.]

Apparently not. [She has a wry look at that, something close to exasperation but amusement too.] I'm Britannia, related to but independent of England.

[Because that's always the next question.]

Sob. He'll probably take this out on her.

[notanangel]

"My mother, apparently."

Sherlock turned out to be standing much closer to Santana than he'd first appeared, given how quickly he'd approached to stand... actually, perhaps a tad too close to her.

"Of course, it's obvious from your name and the deliberate use of your accent that you're making it a point to alienate people as much as possible--and speaking of accent, I'm surprised your family was accepting of your coming out; and you are out, obviously, although when... you..."

...


...uh...

Sherlock trailed off and stared at her for a second, his brow furrowing just slightly. He'd been about to make a comment about her job, a deduction regarding... the details that... he...

....

His eyes shot from her face (????) to hands (????) to legs, shoes, sleeves, uniform (????, ????, ????, ????) but all he got on that front was nothing--

--Nothing, nothing, nothing nothing--

How was he supposed to go about that again?!

[straightupzorra]

She just. Her jaw drops, "Oh wow, you really must be the Sherlock Holmes if you looked at me and figured out that I grew up in America and don't have a Spanish accent because of it, but can use it if I so please because my parents have one. Congratulations. You looked at me a saw a Latina girl who you think is a lesbian, going a bit far with the stereotypes, don't you think?" She waves her hand around a lot while she's talking, "And really, what part of how I look and my being Latina says that my parents accepted me when I came out? Although what?"

Santana watches him as he struggles with his words, a grin spreads on her face, "You can't remember can't you. I bet that's one of your lost memories. It's a bitch, isn't it."

She crosses her arms and looks way too smug, "Insult me again and see what happens."

[notanangel]

Sherlock had honestly stopped paying attention to Santana as a person so much as a series of unconnected(?!?!) details when he'd realised that something very large was missing from his mental repertoire, and his eyes had slipped off her face at all. At the last sentence, however, he looked up, his blue eyes hovering on her face--he had a strange, inscrutable expression, equal parts irritation and disconcertion.

"Well, obviously you're a lesbian. Your jewellery and perfume say you're looking, but your makeup says you're not looking for a man--ergo, you're a lesbian. Or bisexual, but that's significantly less likely."

[straightupzorra]

She didn't like the way he was looking at her, like he was looking right through her and could tell everything about her just by how she was carrying herself. It unnerved her. Quickly she glances at her bracelet and stops herself from touching her necklace.

"Girls can wear jewelery and perfume without wanting to find a partner. And my makeup tells you that I'm a lesbian? What do you even know about makeup to make that kind of call? Besides, what if I'm not looking?"

[maidenknight]

[ Welp. It's the first time someone's ever made fun of her name. At least it's nothing she can't handle -- insults are the least of her concerns, having weathered so many. ]

I come from Westeros, land of the Seven Kingdoms.

[straightupzorra]

Yeah, sure you are. I don't really care, you could be from Mars and I wouldn't care. Want to know why? There are so many different universes here I could really care less where you're from. I'm sure that your name is dumb where you're from too.

[maidenknight]

Excuse me? [ Different universes? Brienne had simply thought herself somewhere across the Narrow Sea. Now she could see that that wasn't exactly the case. The girl's dialect was so unlike anything she had ever heard, even in trading cities. It was hard to grasp, however.

No, she couldn't be telling the truth. ]

My name is relatively normal. [ But now it's time for the ever-pressing question. ] But I was looking for a maid, before I came here. My sister. Fair, with auburn hair, about three and ten. Have you seen her?

[straightupzorra]

[she quirks an eyebrow at her] A maid? I'm assuming you mean girl and not someone who cleans houses, yeah, we have plenty of girls here. Three and ten? I think I'd remember seeing someone so short around here so I'm gonna say, no, the "maid" you're looking for isn't here.

[overthroen]

[ She doesn't walk forward yet. ]

No. One of us must be mistaken.

[straightupzorra]

Ugh, great, another person who was here and forgot about it. Now you need to learn all over again.

[overthroen]

I have a common name.

[ This place is getting weirder and weirder. ]

[straightupzorra]

Yeah well, Lalonde isn't that common, and that is your last name, right?