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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Re: FORTITUDE

[bubblymuffins]

[Pretending she called her name anyway]

Ooh me! I'm over here! [And she's coming toward her, her rump halfway in the air from the frenetic flapping of her wings. She looks back at them, consternated that they're not doing what she wants them to. By the time she looks back at Nanami, she's barreled into her.]

Oh my gosh are you okay? [Sticks her nose in to try to nudge her up again. SHE'S HELPING.]

[effortless]

[ she staggers and falls, having been distracted by yet another fit of coughing. This place is weakening her, but horses are strong at the best of times. Even... speaking ones? She lifts her head at the nudging and watches Bubblecup 'help'. Her answer is forcefully light in tone, slipping back towards her normal coldness as she lifts a sleeve to her mouth again. ]

Please watch where you're going in the future...

[bubblymuffins]

I'll try! [Not much sincerity there, and she's grinning.] Did my horn hurt you? [She has no horn.]

[effortless]

[ sigh. She makes her way upright, and brushes rainwater from her skirt. Her socks are irreparably ruined, though.

On the other hand, a talking horse with wings. How truly bizarre. And her head tilts. ]

Your horn..?

[bubblymuffins]

Yeah, my horn! [She sticks her head out forward to show her.]

[effortless]

My. [ she doesn't bother to point out that the horse doesn't have a horn. ] Do not worry, it didn't hurt at all.

[bubblymuffins]

Great! See you around I guess! [Waves and wanders off toward town.]