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~]

Comments

[theothersissel]

W-what? Who the hell is Johnny?

[The strangeness of the statement briefly snaps Yomiel out of his sudden panic. Who is this girl? What is she even going on about?]

That's not my name.

[totaldrag]

...Hm. Of course you don't.

[Vague cryptic remarks about 90's cartoon characters.]

[theothersissel]

Hmmph. [Ugh, he can't deal with this. He shakes his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.]

Who are you?

[totaldrag]

[You'd better learn her name because she's:]

Ashley. You would've known that had you looked in the "handbook".

[theothersissel]

What handbook?

[He left his back in the cabin when he dashed out of it, whoops.]

[totaldrag]

[From her dress comes the ESL.]

This.

[theothersissel]

Huh. Can I take a look at that?

[LOOK AT YOUR OWN, YOU JERK]

[totaldrag]

Nah.

[theothersissel]

What, not even one peek?

[totaldrag]

Get your own.

[theothersissel]

Alright. And how, exactly, do I do that?

[totaldrag]

I dunno. I woke up with mine on me.

[theothersissel]

On you? Oh, so...

[He pats his pockets, before turning back to the cabin he just left.]

It might actually be in there. What kind of stuff does it have on it, besides your name?

[totaldrag]

Hm.

[She's just going to...sit down now. She's also going to look through this, and hold the screen very close to keep her conversational partner from peeking.]

...What do you have against meteorites?

[theothersissel]

[He's honestly about to turn to maybe walk back to his cabin to quickly grab the thing (he doesn't know how helpful she'll be), but the thing she says makes him freeze.]

[...Did she say what he thought she said?]

Does it say that? [He can't betray any emotion, anything that might suggest that there's anything strange about that. He gives her a casual shrug.] Eh, I dunno, I guess I see them as kind of underwhelming? I mean, they're just big rocks that fall onto the planet every once in a while.

[Ha ha ha, oh, he would laugh at his own joke if he could. "Just big rocks". Sure they are. Sure.]

I don't see what the big deal with them is. I'd take a comet over them any day.

[totaldrag]

[She doesn't even bother trying to respond to that justification. Only continuing to recite.]

Spotless white clothing.

[theothersissel]

[What the hell? It's a good thing Yomiel's too good at keeping his emotions under cover most of the time, because that definitely touches a nerve. He gives another casual shrug, before walking over to try to peer at what she's reading.]

Alright, what else does it say? It doesn't have my whole history on there, does it?

[totaldrag]

[Just gonna bring that ESL to her chest now.]

Who knows?

[theothersissel]

[He lets out a short, barking laugh. It doesn't seem like a happy one.]

Does it have your history on there?

[totaldrag]

Eh. I don't have anything to hide.

[Read: She would care if it did.]

[theothersissel]

Only people who have something to hide say stuff like that.

[totaldrag]

No. Only people who get asked if their history is available for public consumption say things like that.

[theothersissel]

I didn't ask you if you had anything to hide. I just asked if it was available. You already jumped ahead in the conversation, which means you were already expecting me to be a little suspicious of what your history includes.

I would've just said "yes" or "no" or "it's none of your business".

[totaldrag]

I'm sure you would have. But I'm not you.

[...] At least you're a fan of cats.

[theothersissel]

I am...yes. [DON'T THINK ABOUT SISSEL, DON'T DO IT, MAN] You a fan, too?