On the platform: Meet the new characters!

[utopiamods]

As you all crowd onto the platform and peer through the thick fog that chills the air, you are met by four girls and five boys. One of the girls is a somewhat humanoid grey-skinned, finned alien, but the rest all seem human. All nine 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 dense fog. They're all sodden and cold, and most are irritable. Each has a beret with a crest pinned to the front - three depicting a shield on green, the other six a sword on red.

At the first lull in the chatter, one sickly-pale, shield-crested girl speaks up, cutting through your conversations with her cold, soft voice.

"Attention, please."

She explains that the nine of them are the current prefects of Rakuen, representing the two schools on the island. Nanami, she points to herself, Yuri and Lelouch of Fortitude; and Santana, Flynn, Feferi, Gino, Nephenee and Kevin of Conquest. She doesn't care to explain why the prefects in red and white outnumber those in green and black two to one.

Santana interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Look, come over when your name is called so we can all get inside." They all move to stand in two groups some distance away from each other, and the two that spoke read off names from their clipboards.

Comments

[markedbeloved]

How so?

[mamarosa]

The warning penalty is a very nasty headache, it could incapacitate you for a bit, and you may be fined which could end up incapacitating others.

[markedbeloved]

Would standing in the room be sufficient?

[mamarosa]

I suggest spending at least one night a week in the room.

[markedbeloved]

This is getting better and better.

[mamarosa]

Oh it is not too bad, the dorms are quite nice, and an easy way to make friends.

[markedbeloved]

Friends are bothersome.

[mamarosa]

Why do you think that?

[markedbeloved]

It's the truth.

[mamarosa]

I think just the opposite, friends help you get through the toughest times of your life.

[markedbeloved]

You sound like a girl's manga.

[mamarosa]

...A what?

[markedbeloved]

A Japanese comic book for girls.

[mamarosa]

I still do not understand. What is Japanese and why are only girls to read comical books?

[markedbeloved]

(Soubi just sakes his head, a small chuckle on his lips.) Never mind.

[mamarosa]

Forgive me, there are many Earth things that I am unfamiliar with.

[markedbeloved]

No, It's fine. You're a troll, correct?

[mamarosa]

I am, but I am also from a different generation than the other trolls here.

[markedbeloved]

Will you explain?

[mamarosa]

I will explain anything you wish, but I am not sure what you are specifically asking. Just about trolls in general?

[markedbeloved]

I met a troll when I arrived. Will you explain the generational difference? I don't want to assume.

[mamarosa]

The younger trolls here are from a time period very far into my future, the social landscape has changed drastically. I do not think these troll children have seen an adult troll aside from myself. Our [she pauses to search for a word] world politics has changed from my time to theirs.

[markedbeloved]

Ah. [He's not really sure what to say to that.]

[mamarosa]

IS there anything else?

[markedbeloved]

I'm too old to be a student. What will I be doing here?