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

[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?

[mamarosa]

Why, you will be a teacher, of course.

[markedbeloved]

Teacher. [yeah, he's not that happy about that.] When will I know of what?

[mamarosa]

I believe you are supposed to teach art!

[markedbeloved]

That's not bad then. (After all, art was the only constant thing in his life. Was it his mother who had started him? Soubi couldn't remember ...)

[mamarosa]

You're an artist then? I hope you will show me some of your work one day.

[markedbeloved]

Will it earn me anything?

[mamarosa]

Ah, you are not one to give without gaining something in return, is that correct? I have very little to offer, but perhaps we can find an art gallery in town for you to sell your works.

[markedbeloved]

Not always. [but here, yes.] I'll take that.

[mamarosa]

I'll see what I can do.

[markedbeloved]

Thank you~