[ main entrance, open ]

[stopwatch]

Characters: Rolo Lamperouge
Format: prose/action
This log is: open!
Location: Entrance
Summary: Rolo's introduction post! Come bug him.
Warnings: Will add as necessary.

He wakes with a start-- sits up with sweat down his brow and confusion on his face.

Where is he?

It's a train. He's sat on one of the seats, still in his pilot uniform. Was that some sort of dream? It couldn't have been; the feel of his Knightmare's controls in his hands, the motion, the desert heat-- dreams did not come in flavors so vivid. There was something after that, though-- something that was a dream. It'd told him things that were, somehow, relevant to this place-- yes. Maybe a geass. A geass also may have brought him here. But they'd decimated the Cult's headquarters, left none alive, but as someone who grew up there himself he knew there were places to hide. Some he may not even know of.

There's nothing more for him in this train, so Rolo takes the bag sat beside him. He slings it over his shoulder and walks cautiously through the train and out the doors, murmuring to himself: "Utopia Academy…"

Pausing at the front gates, because it's huge and impressive. Much bigger than Ashford.