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]

[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?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

...got mine back already. Like I said, they're parceling out memories like prizes.

Barnes or Bucky, take your pick.

[icy_princess]

[She smiles at this]

Bucky then. It sounds... safe.

[She studies you a bit]

So I guess I need a name then.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

...yeah. We're gonna have to call you something.

[icy_princess]

[She looks down at her body, realizing that she doesn't actually know what she looks like. Her attention rests on her hair]

Well, my hair is white... that's sort of unusual right?

How about.. um..