SepticGentleman

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

<Snipped quote by Prince of Seraphs>

Yup, what you see is what you get.

@Mr Allen J

These are some unnecessarily small classes then.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

In case any of you are confused as to what to do, here's an example; Harmon slips his arm band on and the meta-energy in his canister juts upward and crystallizes.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

However the meta-energy canisters react to each of your characters is up to you, folks in Ruben's class.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Ruben Geraltes Tarblatt

---

The classroom was near full. At most every desk, two students were situated side by side. Some of them weren’t very comfortable with the cold. The rest were fine with it. They chatted with each other, or remained silent. Harmon was situated at the front right desk of the room, keeping to himself, waiting until he was needed. The last of the group had arrived just a few minutes ago, before the clock was able to strike two. And the moment it did, Ruben entered the classroom.

“Good afternoon. Students.” Ruben announced, getting straight to the formalities. His name was already scrawled on the whiteboard at the front of the room, so there was no need to say it aloud. He stood behind the front desk and reached down with a tendril, lifting a sealed metal crate from the floor. “Before. We engage. In. Introductions.” Ruben said to the class, “I. Wish. For all of you. To partake. In a brief. Exercise.” Ruben interacted with the lock on the crate. With a quick assortment of sounds, followed by a low hissing of air, the crate unsealed. He reached inside and pulled out a small, cylindrical canister. Inside was a green fluid with a faint glow to it. The canister was attached to a series of cables, ending in an armband.

“This. Is concentrated. Meta. Energy.” Ruben announced, holding the canister up for the lot of them to see. “It. Has been redesigned. To react. To the same. Energies. Found. In your. Bodies.” He began reaching into the crate with more and more tendrils that suddenly sprouted from his arm, picking up the remaining canisters. He walked around the desk and began placing the canisters before each of the students, watching them each examine the devices with rather inquisitive looks on their faces.

Once Ruben set down the last of the canisters, he announced to the class, “Place. The band. Around. Your arm. And observe. How the meta. Energy. Reacts to yours.” He began walking back up the center aisle, continuing, “Each. Of your. Reactions. Will be. Unique. We will commence. Proper. Introductions. After. The exercise. Is. Concluded.” Although, the exercise itself would probably tell plenty about each of them. Nothing too… volatile, hopefully.

He sat himself behind the front desk and observed the class.

“Begin.”

---

@Mr Allen J
@bluemoon277
@Heathen
@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Empour

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

I'll get something up soon.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

I was always the thoughts in these makings

Devising the designs of next while I held your forebears in my arms

I was on the longest path, and I thought through many a she

But in the low, and the alone, something changed

It was you

My transgression against her was one of love and wonder

And we shared the thoughts

As we saw you on the cracked screens

But after you, she was gone, and the house bid me away

And I obliged

I was never there, but I should have been

To see you become the now and long-while

But in the end, I will be gone as well

And you will stand over me, the before, with you, the soon

And you’ll wonder why

---

Harmon Rottlage

---

"WOULD ALL STUDENTS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE RECEPTION, IN ORDER TO BE ALLOCATED THEIR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS FOR THIS ACADEMIC YEAR. THANK YOU."

…

There wasn’t much left of the banquet after Ruben departed. Things seemed to leap by as Harmon stood there, wondering what to do next. But he didn’t need to, at the sounding of the instructions. He didn’t desire a roommate – the notion made him rather uncomfortable – but before the day had begun, Ruben had told him that his normal sleeping quarters (a storage closet) would be occupied by new supplies. So he would have to face the action for this year. He was resentful, but it didn’t show.

He kept his hood up and his camera tucked close as the line progressed. Some eyed him, but by now, the shock of his appearance had died down plenty. Which he was thankful for. Eventually, he was the next one present at the front of the congregation. The receptionist merely nodded and handed him his key. “Your roommate for this year will be Mason Crawford.” She said to him.

_{“Mason…”} Harmon muttered in a hush, clutching his key. _{“Mason… Crawford…”}

He turned away from the desk and made his way back through the crowd, repeating his new roommate’s name in his head all the while.

He had the sinking suspicion he wasn’t going to enjoy this.

Time will tell if he’s right or wrong.

---

@Tyler

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

@Tyler

QUITE THE ROOT.

QUITE THE ROOT.

QUITE THE ROOT.

ZONES: -system offline-

Elias Winzer

---

"Status report."

"The inaugural run was a relative success. The team of volunteers managed to cover a lot of new ground and slightly improve the conditions within Zone 1. They've been informed of the nature of the other two Zones, and I will be doing the same with the rest of the facility's newcomers along the next few days. We keep this up and we'll stop seeing invaders within a week or so."

"If you can keep them going."

"I can and I will."

"Are you certain?"

"I have to be. Otherwise this whole operation would be a failure."

"Very well then. The Board will continue to support you and manage Kilander's legacy fund. But remember your objective; find a way to stop the invasions altogether, not just hold them at bay."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. That all you need?"

"Drop that tone, Winzer."

"Make me."

- connection severed -

---

ACT II: Operation

---

With the inaugural run completed and the first day done and over with, Somniatis' operation has now entered into full swing. The night passes, with all the Zoners contemplating their situation and how they will deal with it in the long run. Many are positive - others, not so much. After another night of REM antics, you awaken on the second day, with the Nexus Projector and sleeping pills both ready to be utilized. Elias continues to watch the Zone grids, ready to alert the facility to any potential bleeders.

For now, you are free to do whatever you see fit to do. Explore all three of the Zones, engage the other characters, anything. No more directions, no more obligations.

It's all up to you now.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Ruben Tarblatt

Harmon Rottlage

---

“I believe. I will adjourn. For the remainder. Of this. Evening.”

Ruben rose from the table as Harmon, Adam, and Sawyer all turned to face him. “Leaving so soon?” Adam asked with a brow raised. Ruben said to him, “I. Have a project. I would like. To resume. Work on. Additionally. I wish to prepare. For my classes.” He turned and began to leave the table, with a rather insincere “Take. Care.” sounding as he made his way towards the crowd. Harmon quickly rose from his seat as well as followed him.

“No.” Ruben said, stopping and turning to look down at Harmon. “You. Should stay. And continue. To interact. With students.”

“A-… a-are you, are you… certain?” Harmon replied.

“Yes.” Ruben replied, “Sawyer. May even. Enjoy. Your company. Further.”

Harmon didn’t respond. He just lowered his head and nodded a bit. Ruben raised a tendril and patted his shoulder in reassurance. “You. Will be fine.” He said, turning once again to exit the cafeteria, leaving his assistant behind to mingle with the folks.

…

Outside, Ruben trudged along the stone walkways towards his destination; the Educational Rooms. He didn’t mind the walk any. But he had to remain wary of any new students who may have excused themselves from the cafeteria to hang about for any number of reasons. He passed through the Garden entrance, keeping the thought in mind, retaining a slow pace along the path.

At least his body looked somewhat humanoid at the moment. That might help.

---

@Mr Allen J
@Shard

ZONES: -system offline-

Teetering on the brink. If I can get a post from @UrbanEvolution, @Stairdweller, @Twisted Fate, and @Empour, we may be able to keep going. @ScarlettWaters16, I assume you've lost interest. And that's perfectly okay.

In fact that goes for all of you. Interest is something I can't force. So don't feel any fault if your heart's not in it anymore, or even if you're just busy handling life matters.

In the end, it's just a game. A fun game, but still just a game.