A new arrival

[icy_princess]

Who: A new girl, and you!
When: Day 4, evening
Where: The dorms
What: A girl in navy and silver


[The elevator doors open. At first, there isn't a person visible. Then a young girl, with long white hair calmly steps out.]
Umm... hello?

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[icy_princess]

[Appears initially surprised, by your enthusiasm]

Seems like as good of a plan as any!

[She gracefully pivots and goes back into the elevator]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Pressing the button for the floor you just left as soon as they're in. He's plainly impatient, arms folded the whole way up, and he's out the door as soon as it opens again.]

Come on out, you asshole! It's way past time we had a talk.

[icy_princess]

[Follows you quickly out of the elevator]

I really didn't see anyone. But you know, I didn't check any of the other rooms.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Slaps the hand with the tattoo in navy and silver against the hand print sensor on the wall and goes right in.]

He's gotta be here somewhere. You came straight down?

[icy_princess]

[Distracted by her own tattoo, she snaps back to attention]

Yes, straight down. Does this mean you don't know who put us here either??

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Got a good idea. The jerk keeps sending lackies to talk to us instead of showing up himself, though.

[He starts systematically checking the rooms — cracking the doors and then throwing them open, one after the next.]

[icy_princess]

And who is this that you are looking for?

[Her tone is getting more aggravated]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Calls himself "Metatron," apparently.

[Down to the last two. First door's a bust.]

[icy_princess]

[Points to her room]

That's where I woke up...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Checking anyway.]

...god dammit. Of course it couldn't be that easy.

[icy_princess]

[Throws open the last door. Turns back to you]

Well, that was fruitful. Now will you tell me what the hell is going on?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Couple of days ago, a bunch of us woke up here.

No clue where we were, who we were, what was going on. Just the clothes and this thing.

[He holds up the back of his right hand, where the tattoo of a quill appears in navy and silver.]

[icy_princess]

Amnesia? Are you serious? I had been hoping that maybe I was drugged and it hadn't worn off

[Her left hand reflexively massages the tattoo on her own wrist]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Not just any old amnesia, kid. That special kind of amnesia where some jackass is parceling out bits of your life like prizes.

[icy_princess]

Prizes?

[That couldn't be good]

Prizes for what? And how is that even possible??

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

For being the entertainment, apparently.

As for that last one — why do you think I wanna have a chat with mister high and mighty?

[icy_princess]

And that would be Megatron?

So then... what sort of entertainment?

[A brief flash of concern flashed across her face and was quickly replaced with a much more calm expression]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Metatron.

And whatever our hosts want, seems like. So far, one's been pretty harmless. One not so much.

[icy_princess]

Metaton [She says it quietly to herself]

Not harmless? What happened?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Some meat monster pretending to be a lady gave us stuff to do. Dumb stuff, y'know? Hit someone, give a girl flowers. We did two rounds, and it was no big deal.

Then she calls a tie-breaker and says we've gotta break someone's arm.

[icy_princess]

[A look of disgust crosses the girl's face]

Break someone's arm? And did you??

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

What the hell do you take me for?

[icy_princess]

Oh, I'm sorry!

[Her pale face, flushes with a bit of color]

So what did they do to you for refusing...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Let's not talk about the part where I got my ass kicked.]

Didn't end up mattering. Someone broke his own arm, and then when that didn't work, he let someone else do it for him.

[icy_princess]

Oh my god.

[She crosses her arms over her chest, almost giving herself a hug]

Well, um..

[Feeling discomfort at the topic, she tries to refocus]

So if we don't have names, what should I call you?