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.

Comments

[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?"