guestronpa | Here, here, here we go

[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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And that's even without getting into the fact that we end up dealing with a lot of real villains. I was hoping we'd catch a break after the spirits of the old props tried to get all the actors hurt.

So much for that, I guess.

Real villains? Why are they messing with the movies?

Well, the latest one was just jealous that the actors got all the attention and nobody really thought about the props. I can kinda see where they were coming from, but they still caused us some real problems.

Soooo a prop was the villain? That sounds like quite a movie.

[It sounds a little unbelievable too.]

It was...something, I'll give it that. And our director decided to go and make them the lead, too, once we calmed them down enough to stop trying to screw with us.

It sounds like a pretty exciting movie experience, all in all!

So, Mr. Actor, are you looking for a way out of here too?

Call me Alastor, acting's just a hobby. But yeah. I was thinking if we could find a ladder or something, we might be able to get a peek at what they don't want us seeing over those walls before anyone starts missing us in the mess hall.

A ladder, that's a good idea! I bet there's a storage shed nearby that we can raid for supplies.

But why don't you just fly up and look? You've got wings and all.

[His wings fold against his back and his expression turns sour. His face even takes on a hint of magenta.]

They...don't work right now. They're too small to use without my powers.

They're too small? Did they get hit with a shrink-ray or something?

No, I just usually keep them like this so they don't get in the way. My shapeshifting is kind of...out of commission. And my levitation along with it.

Well that stinks, just when we could've used it.

[Now they have to think of another way.]

The ladder is a good idea, but if there's wall around the camp then I bet there's no ladder for us to use. We might need to make a pyramid of people.

That's probably why they nixed it.

[He sighs and gives his wings a few useless flaps.]

We might be able to make a ladder of junk. If nothing else, there's a bunch of tables in the cabins.

Aww, don't give such sad flaps! We'll get your wings working somehow.

[Really, that looked very sad. So sad it almost made Callie feel sad.]

And I bet there's tables at the mess hall too. We can drag all that stuff to the wall and build our way out.

[Her reassurance gets a smile out of him, at least.]

Thanks. I'm sure once we get our hands on this "Monobear" character, we'll figure out how to get all our powers working again.

And that's a good point. Bet those tables are bigger, too. And if they're made of wood, I could probably climb my way up one to see what's out there.

Eeeeeexactly! So c'mon, let's go survey the mess hall and see how many tables are there.

[And she. Is already on her way over to the mess hall.]

Don't have to tell me again.

[He might prefer flying, but he's not adverse to running if he's on foot. So he'll keep pace, wings spread for balance and tail swishing behind him.]

Here, here, here we go

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