[b]Serena Bellerose[/b]

Although she had thought she would be safe in her bathroom, that quickly fell apart. People started to come into Serena’s room at a rather alarming rate. First was the thief, with the Catholic in tow. [b]”Y-You better not come in here!”[/b] she shouted. [b]”This is my bathroom! I need my private time you know! Monokuma even said that the girl’s bathrooms were locked for privacy reasons!”[/b] she shouted, huddling up closer to the door and looking around her bathroom. She was hoping to find something she could use to wedge under the doorknob, but no such luck, there was nothing in there that could keep her bolted in.

She soon heard someone else enter her room—was it the liar? Why was everyone coming to HER room of all rooms!? Clearly they wanted her out of the way first… right? That had to be it. Her ears perked up when the Liar talked about bribing her with not being killed first.

[b]”H-How about you all not kill me at all and leave my room this instant!”[/b] she shouted. [b]”I-I’m royalty, you know! Y-You can’t kill me!”[/b]

[b]Edie Jensen[/b]

Edie started to write stuff down on her notepad. Hopefully there WOULD be more notepads somewhere in this school, if they did this for even two meals a day she’d run out of room in no time. [b]”You really need to let me know what you actually want. I’m a waitress, not a mind reader,”[/b] she told him. Although she didn’t mean to sound as mean as she probably did, she was on edge from earlier, much like everyone else probably was. She continued to write things down before looking back up at the group that was there.

Hrm, not everyone was there. Edie wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Hopefully no one was lurking in a corner hoping to kill someone already… [b]”So, is that it for now? I can go get the first round of drinks and food going and then come back for more orders,”[/b] she suggested. Hopefully by the time she returned with drinks the rest of her classmates would be there. [b]”Just… if you want something, make sure you ask now. Since we can’t bring any food into our rooms, we should probably eat what we can while we can,”[/b] she suggested. [b]”Anyways, I’m going to head in now. Morgan, mind helping me out?”[/b] she asked, looking at the magician and pointing towards what she figured was the entrance to the kitchen with her thumb.

After a few moments, she headed into the kitchen, though not sure if Morgan was behind her (she couldn’t wait forever, after all!) and saw someone else in there. Was that… the torture specialist? She took a few steps forward, [b]”You know, I could’ve gotten your food for you? I’m a waitress and all,”[/b] she said simply.

[b]Iris Bradley[/b]

Everyone had either headed to the cafeteria, stayed in the entryway, or ran off to some of the dorm rooms. Iris wasn’t feeling particularly hungry at the moment—she could always eat later, anyways. Instead, she figured it would be best to look around the area for now. The student ID card had a map of the first floor in it, though basic, would definitely suffice for sweeping the first floor. She could always meet up with everyone after and tell them what she found. If she would be able to be useful despite her “talent” then that would be helpful for everyone there.

She headed into the dorm area—what looked like some kind of public bath seemed to be closed off for the time being, for whatever reason. Iris walked through the dorm halls, noticing one of the doors—Serena’s—was open. She peeked inside, seeing Maria, Fedya, and Anna inside, outside the bathroom door. Against her better judgment, she continued walking forward, back into the other area of the first floor.

Of course, there was very little in that area, too. A few empty classrooms, and other locked rooms—including one, elaborate locked red door. She folded her arms. Clearly there was nothing around to look at. For whatever reason, or maybe she was just overthinking it, Monokuma didn’t want all of them exploring much or anything yet. She let out a sigh as she stood outside the gymnasium, looking at the trophy case. Just what was happening? Would someone actually kill?