Here, here, here we go

[monoguests]

[You want to know what kind of sleep you had? Quite frankly, it doesn't matter, not when it's interrupted by the sound of a cuckoo clock. When you're awake enough to look over and see what woke you up, you can see a small bear figurine popping in and out o- wait, what? It suddenly occurs to you that this isn't at all where you went to sleep last night.

But...it's nice enough. It's a wooden cabin, and seems to have been decorated with neat matching furniture. Your rather small bed is flanked by the cuckoo clock, and which for the life of you, you can't figure out how to shut off...which doesn't matter much when it stops a few moments later regardless. The time reads 7 AM, which might very well be far too early for your tastes.

When you actually start to look around a bit, you may or may not find one personal object on a nearby dresser, but more importantly, you might eventually notice is a small device somewhere on your person. If you can figure out how to work it, pressing the screen will reveal a profile containing information about yourself, and scrolling down reveals several different ones for strangers. It only serves to raise more and more questions - just what is is going on?

Suddenly, without warning, a screeching sound interrupts the last of whatever peace you might have had, and a voice blares out throughout the entire camp:]

Rise and shine, campers! Please make your way to the Mess Hall by 8 AM sharp!

[There's another screeching sound, and...music begins to play. It's not loud enough to drown out your speaking, but it's annoying, especially when you take into consideration that it doesn't stop playing. Ever. It just keeps repeating. Background music! It seems to be coming from the loudspeaker in the middle of the camp, and does generally get quieter the further you move from in. In addition, you'll find that the music seems to disappear entirely when you enter some buildings - such as the Theater and the previously-mentioned mess hall.

Speaking of which? When you finally exit your cabin, you'll find your feet meeting a cobblestone path - and down this path are more and more cabins. Going beyond the path, you'll find that nearly all the ground in the area is grassy, but luckily, there are a few dirt paths here and there to help you get to where you need to go. If you ignore the oddities, like the giant stone walls that surround the camp or the constantly-burning bonfire? It's almost kind of serene.

The sun is shining, and it's a lovely day for camping. It's time to mix and mingle.]

[ooc: Smash Ronpa is now open! This intro log will function as IC meet and greet. Use it to get to know your fellow classmates, ask questions, and check out your surroundings a bit. Your headmaster will be making his appearance shortly, upupupu~]

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[superstylishschism]

[The flapping of wings gets him to turn around, only to be greeted by a flash of blue and white and a weight on his horns. In fact, turning makes it even more convenient for the bird, as it settles sideways on top of one horn like it's some sort of branch. This. Was not how he expected to spend his morning. Granted, he wasn't sure how he was expecting to spend it, but it wasn't as a perch.]

Do you mind? Shoo!

[He lifts his arms up to wave at the creature sitting comfortably on his head, with a vaguely grumpy expression.]

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[Alastor's waving does seem to accomplish something, but it's not exactly what he has in mind. Altaria tweets loudly, swatting his hands away with its beak as best she can. After that fails miserably, the bird decides to jump down and look up at him with its big eyes. If only birds could pout...]

[superstylishschism]

H-hey, don't give me that look! I didn't invite you to sit on my head, you know!

[How does deal with birdy puppy dog eyes?]

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[You don't.

Speaking of which, not only do those big puppy bird eyes seem to get even sadder, but to add to the guilty, Altaria begins singing. Its a beautiful song, but one full of obvious sadness. Clearly this bird isn't as clueless as it might appear.]

[superstylishschism]

C-come on, what if I pet you instead?

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[That gets it to pause. In fact, it actually looks away for a moment, as if it's thinking and then...

It nods.]

[superstylishschism]

[That's much more acceptable than letting it sit on his head, so he bends over to rub the giant bird on the back of the head and neck.]

Hmm...you're actually kinda cute when you aren't complaining.

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[SPEAKING OF CUTE WHEN THEY DON'T COMPLAIN-

Actually just kidding. It's only Clair.]

Altaria!

[OH BOY, NOT AGAIN. Hearing her trainer's voice, the dragon-type straightens up and focuses its attention on the blue-haired woman approaching.]

You there! [She calls out to Alasator, shooting him a glare.] Are you distracting my Altaria?

[superstylishschism]

Distracting it from sitting on my head, you mean? You should probably teach your bird that people's horns aren't perches.

[tsungeonsanddragons]

[Ohh, that was a bad choice of words. Even Altaria is backing away.]

...are you implying I don't know how to train my own Pokémon?

[superstylishschism]

I dunno, I just know this one has a bad habit. Maybe it's used to people not minding it sitting on their heads, but it's kinda rude to do that to a stranger, you know?

[tsungeonsanddragons]

Only if it is done to be rude. Altaria do it as a sign of affection or when they want to play with someone.

[superstylishschism]

Huh. Well, I'm not really familiar with the species. Guess yours must be pretty playful, then. It was pretty disappointed that I didn't feel like being a chair.

[tsungeonsanddragons]

She is. Normally she's more well-behaved than this, however, but it's like that being in an unusual location and having a great deal of her teammates go missing has riled her up.