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

[veepofchess]

You haven't even heard of a school? [You look like an adult what the hell?]

[stoatallymad]

Hold on!

[He rocks up onto the balls of his feet as he explains.]

That's the groups of the swimming things, right? The silver ones that go swish, swish through the-- the...

[What's that word? He had it before. Suddenly, gone! It was a good word too. Well, he can make do.] The sea. [He glances around.] Don't see a sea?

[veepofchess]

This is an island, so there's water beyond the edge. There's a map in your handbook that'll show you where it and all of the other important places are.

[stoatallymad]

[Right! Well. He is now satisfied that Rakuen is a school of fish, somehow. Thank you Lelouch. He's not entirely sure what a handbook is, but it has 'hand' in it and that reminds him--]

And the hand-fingers and the feet-fingers?

[He wiggles his fingers and toes to demonstrate.]

[veepofchess]

[Watches him wiggle them.] They look okay to me, but if you think there's something wrong with them, you can stop by the infirmary in your school.

[stoatallymad]

No, no, no.

[He stomps a foot in frustration.] Why do these-- [Wiggly fingers.] move easier than these? [Wiggly toes.

...Yes, Lelouch, he really does expect an answer. Sorry.]

[veepofchess]

They look completely normal to me. If you think there's a problem you need to talk to someone else. [Annoyed.]

[stoatallymad]

No no, not a problem, just-- hmmph. [Stomp. WHY DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION, LELOUCH. Never mind, he'll ask at the infirmary when he gets a chance. Next question!]

Name?

[veepofchess]

Lelouch. [Good you didn't escalate. He's not above using his prefect powers in personal self-defense]

[stoatallymad]

[How cruel! He just wants to understand the difference between fingers and toes!]

Lelouch. [It sounds like a sneeze when he runs together the syllables like that. He gives a brief nod, then shoves his hand at Lelouch.]

Firifale!

[veepofchess]

[Shakes it, even if he really doesn't want to.] Stay in the area, we'll show you to your dormitories.

[stoatallymad]

[He nods vigorously and waits-- not patiently, with lots of getting down on all fours to inspect bits of furniture, litter, and whatever bugs might be around, but it'll do.]