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Roster Update—!

Dear Players, 

We’re happy to say that the roster page is almost complete—- you can find it here. Other than a few mod characters, we’ve made IDs from all the sprites that were sent to us. If you do not see your character on the new roster, please send a character sprite to either me or mod Grace/Jaffa. Thank you!

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prologue: ryuji !! warm-up !! attn: norie, maiko

His first thought is, I’ve been smacked in the head with a baseball. Again.  His second thought is, Jesus, my back hurts.  His third thought is.... 

Wait. This isn’t the bullpen. 

Opening his eyes, he doesn’t feel the warm, loose dirt beneath him only cold, hard concrete. Above him isn’t the blinding sun, but lights, artificial as the ones which illuminate the practice field when the sun sets. He’s still trying to make sense of his current circumstances when the announcement blares over the speakers, the voice filling the room unfamiliar but not unpleasant, at least to him. 

In a situation like this, he isn’t supposed to feel so at home and comfortable, in fact he should be afraid or at the very least concerned as very slowly the word ‘quarantine’ resurfaces from the depths of his memory. 

If only the definition of the word resurfaced with it.

“Fuss? Who’s makin’ a fuss?” he asks in response to the first voice which reaches his ears.

Turning towards his companion he recognizes their face, though only vaguely -- it wasn’t the face of someone he knew particularly well, and in fact prior to now he knows he hasn’t spoken a single syllable to this person. His eyes wander from them to the others in the room, silently surveying their surroundings (and resting briefly on one figure in particular) before settling on the individual he was actually conversing with.

“Dunno about us actually being okay or not, but...” he leans in a grin on his face as he lowers his voice and points at a girl stationed at the wall, “That girl over there still looks a little sleepy, don’t you think? How about you ‘n me give her a little wake up call?”

Exactly what he meant by that and how he meant to do it, well, it wouldn’t matter unless his companion accepted his offer to cause some mischief or not!

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[Prologue] || Exposed || Menma Endoso || RE: Mio

As the girl stood on her feet, she noticed how exceedingly light she felt. Without her traditional geta, finding her balance was far too easy— despite how weary and stiff she was. Taking her arm, Menma subconsciously covered her waist. None of her peers had ever seen her without her maiko garb; she felt oddly indecent. 

"..."

A part of her could only wonder where her belongings were now. Had they been removed— confiscated while she was unconscious? She felt a mixture of uneasiness and dread trickle down her spine. Surely, this had to be unnecessary. 

She turned her attention to the other girl, realizing her question had been directed towards her. Smiling rather pleasantly, Menma gave her head a small bow, acknowledging her small greeting before speaking. 

"My apologies but— I don't bear such an answer. I believe, however, that one will be given to us soon. Perhaps, this is a test of patience?" She briefly glanced around herself. "Some have already failed."

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bali shag | norie | prologue

Norie's consciousness returned to them in a rush, not feeling terribly unlike a wave of saltwater crashing onto a sheet rock on a seaside; foam and barely-visible granules of sand all that remained on the moist flatness of the stone. It had been shell-shocking emptiness, all laid out, simple in its conception, but still remarkably difficult to comprehend. At one moment in time, the flash of a concrete memory, the columnist had been standing at the helm of the Hope's Peak gymnasium. They'd been staring down at their shoes, black leather loafers -- they despised them, regardless of their pristine, almost glistening patent condition. They were simply ugly shoes, standing out against the scuffed oak floors of the gym. 

And in the next moment, the moment that was now, Norie sat in a mysterious place. It was one they were reasonably sure they'd never seen before in their life, which unsettled them deeply, though things rarely did. Perhaps it was something about having been asleep in this peculiar place, utterly defenseless. The feeling of awakening was not a particularly enjoyable one, to be sure: their mind was foggy still with the haze of what felt like a dreadfully long nap, and they rubbed their eyes with one cramping hand. Even their mouth tasted of sleep and they coughed sloppily into he open air, hoping to clear it. The taste remained. Norie licked their teeth and cast a weary glance around the room, spine still lying flat against the metal floors. 

"Eh... Something's off. For sure," they stated concisely, slamming one clenched fist into another open and waiting palm. 

It was a motion of certainty. They could only hope that it would serve to convince the others of their objective correctness. There was no doubt about it, indeed, the air didn't feel right. The sea of faces that surrounded Norie, albeit familiar, seemed distinctly different. How, or why, the agony aunt couldn't begin to guess. But every scientific process had to begin with a question, right? They were off to a fantastic start, and fancied this thought wise enough to justify the wide grin that shortly spread across their face.

The sudden voice, much unlike the hard metal container that they'd found themselves in, was rather funny. Clement. Unthreatening, to say the very least. Norie did not feel frightened, merely confused. They sat up spryly and lifted one hand, fingers spread in the shape of a 'V'. 

"This is nothing to fuss over; no way, no how. It's just like we're inside one of my Agatha Christie stories. Don't you think this is just some sort of tricky trap? There's somebody trying to pull a prank on us. As a matter of fact -- I don't just think so, I know so," Norie announced to nobody in particular, giving themselves a self satisfied jab to the chest with one thumb. 

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new... beginnings? || mio || prologue || ATTN: menma

With a great amount of difficulty, Mio’s eyes slowly opened, staring blankly above as her thoughts began to assemble themselves. With the small, incomplete memories she had, Mio attempted to recollect what she knew; from what she was doing seemingly right before, to the mysterious gap in her memory, and at last… to the fact that she was lying here, the back of her head pressed firmly against the unfamiliar, hard metal that lined the ground.

Where was she?

Sitting up, she shook her head a little bit to clear her mind, frowning at the sight of her surroundings. A growing unease settled within her as she watched students around her, both familiar and unfamiliar, stumble their way around the octagonal prison, seemingly as confused as she was. And, well, uncertainty was never a good thing. Especially in such unusual circumstances as this.

Clearing her throat, she looked at the person next to her, attempting to make some sort of eye contact with the other. Normally, she wouldn’t approach others like this, but… well, what choice did she have at this point? Even she knew that it wouldn’t be wise to simply wait and lie around. So… into the open she went.

“Ah… hello. Would it be strange to ask if you knew where we were…?”

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Welcome to the front row of the Hell concert || MAIKO|| game start

Even though she didn't know where she was, things could have been worse. She was still groggy from her nap (if you could call it that) but she knew better than to say that a situation was the worse. The second those words reach the ears of whatever benevolent forces run the world, things get worse. Maiko, no matter how cold the floor was or how messed up her hair was after falling asleep, wasn't going to complain. 

The barrage of cat puns quickly changed her mind. Each one driving into her ears like knifes. Who even came up with those? Felt like she was back in kindergarten, spinning a wheel and being told that the cat goes 'meow' for the 40th time in a row.  

"... we're not children. I could live without the puns," she mumbled.

Maybe the walls (or even the arctic tundra) envied Maiko's natural disposition. She went back to her silence after the cat puns stopped. Looks like some of those around her didn't mind this butchering of language. In fact, some seemed to enjoy, it much to her disbelief. Whatever, it wasn't her business what their mental age was or to judge them for it. The only thing she cared about was the fact that no one was visibly hurt. 

She saw no need to introduce herself. If someone needed her name, all they needed to do was ask. There was no reason to take up everyone's time when she wasn't needed. Without another word, she made her way to the nearest wall and leaned against it. It's not like she needed anymore dirt on her dress anyway.  

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stardust to remember | kenji | prologue | re: naomi s.

Well this was certainly a surprise! Maybe odd and creepy, but it didn’t fail to send a chill of thrill down Kenji’s spine. Waking up in an unknown destination with a bunch of strangers felt like something from a movie. However the charming music and colorful decor set off a more lighter tone. How nice.

Then moment the detective actually got up a fur-rific message came on the intercom. It caused the boy to pause for a moment to register it, feel a ping of worry before softly chuckling in response.

“Cat puns? Ehehe~! How adorable…”

Kenji is 100% concerned.

“Waah… I wonder if… there is a secret somewhere…”

He begun to slowly drift off into his thoughts as he scanned the room. Glancing at everyone and ultimately stopping when he saw one specific green haired teen. They looked oddly… familiar and he couldn’t help to stare. Trying to figure out why he felt that, but when they looked at him he turned away.

Kenji stood still in shame and slight fear. How could he forget that staring was rude? Especially if one gets caught! Hopefully he’ll learn to not-

“Hah? O-oh!”

Honestly he wasn’t expecting them to approach. Now that they’re here it’s time to act calm and not weird.

“Oh my uh, you don’t need to apologize. You weren’t bothering me in the slightest! In fact, I’m glad to meet you. So um, hello-hello friendly stranger! I hope we become friends and fair well hm?”

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A Familiar Unfamiliarity || Fumito || Prologue || OPEN

"Ah!"

Fumito's awakening was, albeit somewhat delayed when comparing it to that of many of his classmates, snappy and jarring.  His eyes opened with a harsh energy to it, and his body, whom only seconds ago had been incredibly relaxed, had tensed up considerably. To say he appeared somewhat uncomfortable was something of an understatement. And yet, his terribly anxious posture, as quickly as it had arrived, was replaced with a far more relaxed position as Fumito got up on his feet. 

The fact he was somewhere unfamiliar had, apparently, managed to calm him down. How strange. Despite this, his expression, seemed to show a sort of vague disgust. Arrays of colours and posters, all far too bright surrounded him... goodness – who in the world was the interior decorator for this place? It was a sort of aesthetic he couldn't find himself appreciating, but, ah, what could one do about it?

In a half-successful attempt to distract himself from the decor, Fumito glances at his more immediate surroundings, just then noticing the people surrounding him. They were all vaguely familiar, and yet... something within them had seemed to changed. As a matter of fact, Fumito's sleeves seemed to be a bit saggier than what he would've liked, and his hair... ever so slightly longer.

How strange. 

That's when he heard the announcement – his attention only half-there. Cat-puns, confusion, disarray... this entire situation seemed to be something close to a dream. He did his best to not let it get to him, and as a matter of fact, it appeared the feline wording had managed to earn him a light smile.

He pressed down on his suit, almost making sure that it was still, well, there. There was a thin sigh, a vague, final glance to the people surrounding him, and then, a sort of introduction that gave itself to, really, no one in particular.

"Well... This is quite the situation, isn't it? There isn't much to do now but to introduce ourselves, no?"

Sure. His tone appeared to have a soft, almost melodic air to it – slightly captivating, and yet, not one that was jarring and attention-seeking.

"To anyone that can hear me, to anyone who has the time... hello!"

He gives a very thin wave, a barely visible wink, and remains still.

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We're Not in Kansas Anymore || Toshio || Prologue (OPEN)

...Good god, why was this floor so cold--

Toshio sat himself up rather quickly, gently nudging his glasses up his face as he took a good look at his surroundings. Mysterious music, metallic structuring, the bizarre voice of a stranger over the intercom... a kidnapping?

"...A cat-napping, if you will..."

He mumbled to himself, chuckling at his own joke as he brought himself to his feet. His attention was caught pretty quickly by the others in the room, having just woken up in similar fashions. A few... ever so slightly familiar faces -- Hope's Peak students, he concluded. What an... odd coincidence, how everyone there had been an attendee of that school.

...Or was it something more than coincidence?

He shook his head, no, no, that was ridiculous. Surely such a thing couldn't be possible, a school as prestigious as Hope's Peak would have much higher security. On the off chance such a thing happened, people would surely come looking for them. They'd be out of there in no time!

(...Right?)

In the meantime, he figured it wouldn't hurt to... walk around a little, get a closer look at everything, maybe find out something new. He'd just have to be careful, watch his step, wouldn't want to step on the individuals still getting themselves off the floor. What a rude awakening that would be...! 

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Pawsitively Purrfect | Akumi | Prologue | OPEN

In most perspectives, the sudden switch of situation would be jarring; from gymnasium meeting to tin can of a containment room the students had indeed gone, with no memories of the how and why.

-Not that Akumi could say she really minded. A quiet huff blew from her lips and she stood, hands going to smooth out the wrinkles in her top and skirt that her apparent nap had done their job in creasing in. Garish posters, unfamiliar faces, and the disconnect between the then and now of circumstances made for a curious enough experience, but was lacking in the motivation providing department- Why mingle about with these people and wonder (for naught, most likely) about things? What was so pressing that everyone was so eager to swap words?

Such outlandish things were reserved for manga and late-night shows, after all. Quarantine was the only memory of a word she would latch to, the only aspect of this she would even bother pondering for a second. Something needed to be kept out.... or in? Of course, without any source of answers to be found it was back to square one.

"...Bothersome."

Eloquent as always.

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Hiss-terically Punny | Morgan | Prologue | Re: Rui

With the music on full blast, it was no wonder that Morgan slowly roused from his sleep before he blindly patted the floor around him in search of an alarm clock of some sort. There was no luck, and instead of getting up, he merely rolled over to continue his slumber. That’s what he would have done if it weren’t for the crescendoing sirens going off  in his hazy mind. His internal alarm wailed at him that something was wrong. Oh! In spite of his drowsiness, he forced himself to sit upright, quickly patting himself down. He sighed in relief -or was that disappointment?- at what he found. His first priority was checked off. His clothes were still on.

He moved onto the next item on the list, and that was piecing his memory together. Deep in thought, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember the missing gap between how he got from the gymnasium to this metallic room. Party? Was it that much of a wild night that he blacked out? There was no way since he made it a policy to remember every party he attended. Whatever it was, he couldn’t place a finger on it. Morgan didn’t linger on the matter for too long. If he kept his thinking cap on for too long, then his brain was bound to explode from all the questions that he clearly didn’t have answers to.

Instead, he made a quick survey around the room, spotting familiar faces as he did so. Yeah, he definitely had to cross the party off. There was no way that there’d be any fun times, especially with these nerds. Bummer.

Though, whoever was behind the crackle of the intercom, they seemed like a blast to be around. Those puns were meow-velous, even bringing a quirk of a smile on his face. His attention was quickly stolen by a flutter of feathers entering their vision.

“Rui! Nice seeing you here. I mean, it’s weird being here and all. Like, fur real. I’m pretty paw-sitive that there was some study session, and we were all cat-napped to attend or something. They probably bored us all to sleep. Pretty un-fur-tunate since I’d pawfer a party!”

Yes! He was on a roll. Man, Morgan felt so claw-ver right now.

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relic run // rui // open

As far as daily routines went, Rui’s was more definite than most: wake up, attend classes, retreat into library, peruse library as it was meant to be perused, and dutifully tend to her increasing wealth of manuscripts with the eventual purpose of placing their hard-bound successors on the shelves herself.

They could say with a deliberately engineered certainty, then, that this was not a planned part of the day. In fact, nothing about the metallic octagonal walls surrounding them even remotely resembled their home, their classes, or the HPA library — and the last fragment of their schedule they could recall was something also wholly unplanned, unless they’d intended to place themselves in quarantine.

Quarantine. That implied that there was something to be quarantined, didn’t it? And unfortunately for them — the plural them, Rui realised as she cast her gaze about, watching the same classmates that had populated her last memory search for an exit — they were the something that needed to be quarantined.

Or at the very least, its carrier.

There were a number of other observations to be made about the situation, all of which she alighted upon with a logic only made less cold by her vague fascination with the scenario. They were older; this was certain from how her classmates looked, though how much older she couldn’t say. There was no exit to this room; this was not certain, since the currently barred doors would not necessarily remain barred forever, but it was the most useful provisional conclusion to come to in the meantime. The puns in the announcement currently playing over the intercom were terrible; this was a subjective assessment, of course, but Rui thought they were terrible, and that was also a satisfactory provisional conclusion.

More to the point: the announcement itself. Was this some sort of joke? Because, to be frank, that would entirely divest this scenario of its interest. And be in poor taste, of course.

While Rui had pointedly stood apart from the crowd so far, they made a point of catching the nearest person’s eye as soon as the announcement had tapered off, brushing down the feathers of their shoulder cape before they closed the distance between them.

“A most troublesome predicament, to be certain. Any theories, while we wait?”

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Huh... What? | Tayuta | Prologue | RE: Arata

The first thing Tayuta noticed upon gaining consciousness, was the ache in her back from lying on the uncomfortably hard ground. The second thing she noticed, was the fact that she was not in gymnasium she'd stepped foot in. In fact, she had no idea where she was. What was up with all those weird posters everywhere?

As if on cue, a strange announcement went off. She knitted her brows, her eyes narrowing further and further as the strange voice went on.

...what?

When the the announcement finally ended, she stared up at the ceiling for a few moments before easing herself up. Right now nothing made any real sense, but perhaps a bit of stretching would get her brain moving. With a yawn, she extended her arms completely and crossed her legs. Before she could continue her routine, she heard a voice from beside her.

“Seriously weird…” She turned to her side, noting that the phrase 'seriously weird' could easily apply to the person himself, what with his... visor? Goggles? Whatever that thing was lighting up on his face, “Hey, what’s going on? I miss something big?”

"Not really," she replied. All the others in the room seemed to be in the same position, so if anything, they were all in the same boat, "it's probably some sort of prank or something," she said with a shrug, "I mean, we are in Hope's Peak, so it can't be anything bad." At least, she thought they were in Hope's Peak, as unfamiliar as this area was...

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spooky happenings | jeong lee | prologue | re: roku

Mmgh…music…?

Jeong Lee groaned as he was woken with a start, curling up tightly in response to the voices crooning overhead. What had he told his mother about playing her records so early in the morning? And on a week day, no less!… Wait, hadn’t they just been at Hope’s Peak? What was he doing napping, he should be in class instead of dozing!…

This most certainly did not look like Hope’s Peak Academy. Upon sitting up and wiping the excess drool that had begun to trickle from the corner of his mouth, that fact had become abundantly clear. The room was decorated with bright colours and sunny decor, all in a poor attempt at disguising the metallic walls peeking out from behind. It reminded him of his pre-school classroom.

From the snippets he remembered prior to his unscheduled power nap, sleeping in a shoddily disguised metal cell was not one of them. 

Perhaps… this actually prison? Oh no, had the police finally found out about the time he stole several loose grapes from the grocery store when he was eight years old? The guilt had haunted him ever since, it was only a matter of time ‘til they found out… But that didn’t explain the other students. He recognized some from school or from the media, but no one he knew personally. Maybe they were also being reprimanded for petty crimes they had committed as well?

One student seemed to be having a good ol’ chuckle about the whole thing. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as it seems! Maybe this was just some big practical joke and any second now a camera crew would burst through the walls, heckle the students and they would all have a good laugh about it!… Oh, how he wished that were true.

He approached the boy, tapping him on the shoulder with a clammy finger and clasped his hands together, trying his best to disguise the fact he was clearly shaking.

“H-h-HEY, BUDDY! What are you in for? hhh-ha ha HAHA!”

That would have been a lot funnier if this student could have heard his inner monologue.

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the sheltering sky | shōma | prologue | re: chihaya

There was a great list of things that Shōma Hashimoto was sure did not befit someone of his illustrious social status. Among them were sports, walking in mud, flying in economy class... and now he could add something else. Waking up on the cold hard ground, stiff and tired and not knowing where he was. The pianist gives his surrounding a confused look, narrowing his gaze slightly at the posters on the wall, before he comes to a 'conclusion'.

Surely... surely he hadn't been kidnapped?! There were things that were meant to prevent that from happening, but maybe... something had happened? And now he was stuck in a glorified prison cell with a bunch of other people, posters on the walls as if to make the situation out to be a joke. A joke! He, Shōma Hashimoto, perhaps one of the most important people there, if he could guess, was being held prisoner!

...And, with that realization, he feels tears springing into his eyes and hurriedly wipes them away. Better not to show weakness. He'd heard about jail and things like this before. Illegal things. You were supposed to seem tough, so he puts his best stern, 'important heir' face on and clambers to his feet. After brushing off his coat, making sure everything is in order he realizes, annoyingly enough, that his hair is getting a bit... unruly. (A shame. It's straightened up as precisely as possible, and his tie is fixes as well before he continues.) Yes, with that situation fixed up and him looking his part, Shōma crosses his arms, looking in obvious disdain at his surroundings. 

"Someone really must explain to me what is happening right this instant! I demand to speak to the person making those horrific puns! Don't you know who- eh?"

His very important speech is promptly cut off by... someone whistling? And yelling in French? Very vaguely, somewhere in the recesses of his memory, he recognized the voice... but couldn't place it, which was infuriating. Still looking haughty (but mostly surprised), he turns to see who'd thought it was okay to embarrass him like that when he was trying to show everyone that he had the situation under control.

Of course he shouldn't have been surprised, though.

The brief flash of unfamiliarity when he sees how Chihaya's changed, as he himself presumably has, is promptly glossed over by pure irritation. First off, Shōma was still much shorter than the other, which was unfair. Secondly, he didn't even realize Chihaya had done anything remotely noteworthy to earn him a place here (a fact that probably could have been avoided if he, you know, ever paid attention to someone he was actually related to). Thirdly, Chihaya was acting like an embarrassing uncle, and Shōma was having none of it. Despite his height, he glares as irritatedly as he can at the EMT as he moves through the crowd to stop in front of the other.

"Tais-toi! You're being embarrassing! Really, yelling across the room like that, just what I would expect from you..."

Someone's in a good mood.

"Why are you even here? I didn't think you'd done anything even remotely noteworthy to earn a place to be..." He frowns for a moment, glancing around at the surroundings. "Now that I think about it, this place suits you. Sort of drab." 

Please end him. 

Either way, while it would seem he was being unnecessarily rude, the near-constant tapping of his fingers on his arm would perhaps indicate that the Great Shoma Hashimoto was... nervous? Who would have thought.

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☆No pun intended☆ | Roku | Prologue [Open]

He'd been knocked out again. If it wasn't for the sound of that ice cream truck going past who knows how long he'd be laying in the park. He really needed to focus on catching the boomerang and not the cuties walking past, as it always seemed to come back and hit him in the face. Wait, this floor didn't feel like grass. It was cold and smooth almost like metal? 

Almost instinctively he reached over his shoulder, it's gone. His hand crafted one of a kind Boomerang. His eyes sprung apart as he propelled himself into an upright sitting position, overcome with panic. At last he looked around. The colours, so many colours. He loved it! Focus. Around him other students were also waking, so they were all in this together hmm? He knew these people, wait. Do in know these people? Why couldn't he remember? Where was he last week? What did his mothers hair look like, the long hair right? No she had it cut for the wedding, didn't she? His head was spinning. His empty hand tried to clasp for a boomerang again, still not there.

The intercom stretching back on made him jump, he was more aware of his surroundings now. What was he to do? Where was he to go? He had hundreds of questions but forgot them all as soon as he noticed...

"'meta-fur-kitty!' Like a fur.. kitty?! Like a cat? Wait, wait. I can't deal with this! 'cat-astrophe!!!'  I need to write some of these down! They are gooooooold!"

Seeming all at once he was calm, he was able to gather his thoughts once again. Well, because he didn't have any. He was too distracted by the terrible cat puns to be able to focus on his own terrifying situation.

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The first page is being filled out | Orpheus | Prologue | RE: Game Start, [OPEN]

Slowly regaining his consciousness, Orpheus let out a quiet groan as he grabbed his head with one hand. Feeling rather disorientated, the fantasy novelist opened his eyes instinctively - only to stare into a blurry world.

Immediately closing his eyes again, Orpheus rolled onto his back and began to massage his scalp in a slow, circular movement. While one hand was preoccupied with this precise task, the other started to feel around him. Luckily for him, it took only a few seconds before he felt a familiar object in his hand. Picking it up, he put it onto the bridge of his nose and attempted to open his eyes one more time.

This time, the world around him was clear and sharp.

Thank god.

A relieved sigh escaped his mouth as he finally managed to sit up, now finally able to take first notes of his current situation. First of all, he had been lying on the floor. Second, this was definitely not the school gym anymore. Third, there were other people around him - to be more precise, students of Hope's Peak. He can remember seeing most of them at the campus, but he wasn't particularly close to anyone here as far as he was aware-

That thought alone made him jump to another one and almost instantly, Orpheus took another look around, as if he was searching for something... or someone.

The furrowed eyebrows of his indicated that he hadn't found what he was looking for. Instead, his facial expression took a worried note.

Just as Orpheus finally got up from the floor and dusted himself off from any dirt that got to his clothes, they were greeted by an unfamiliar voice who... seemed to have an affinity for making cat puns. Although he liked cats and could appreciate well-placed puns, these weren't actually that great. Then again, he might be feeling this way because he found himself in a situation where he was completely clueless and that didn't sit well with him.

Although Orpheus took note that some people had been by the doors, he still walked up to one of them himself, trying to figure out how to get them open.

Though it was obvious that there really was no way for them to get them open in any way.

"..."

The blonde boy seemed to be in deep thoughts, his arms crossed before his chest as he stared down at the ground. It didn't seem like as if he was the most attentive to his surroundings right now.

Will you approach him? Let him be? Or go ahead and scare him?