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Welcome to the Program

Good Morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the cafeteria in exactly one hour.

[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.

Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]

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Hn...it's definitely a concern.

If this is a simulation, that'd be easy to take away the visible damage. If it's not, then I don't have an immediate explanation. It might depend on how long we've been out.

[Congrats, Akira, you've discovered a young ginger girl staring out the windows in rapt attention. Your eavesdropping nets you the following valuable intel-]

Oh... it's so pretty...

[And hopefully you weren't trying to be too stealthy, because she turns your way with a big grin.]

Isn't it pretty? I didn't think this was even possible!

Right?

[ you're already on her 'an alright guy' list

She nods. ]

Yep. It wasn't as fancy as this one, though.

[He does look rather relaxed, but Lunafreya can tell something is off. She's seen nervous people before...]

No, I've never been to this place in my entire life.

There's always time to increase ones knowledge. [If you're a genius and also you're forced to study every day.] Thankfully for us, technological advances are my area of expertise, especially when it comes to holograms, virtual technologies, and the like.

This place does seem rather uniform in its design. I do believe you might be right that hiding is impossible.

[Which makes her heart sink a bit. To have already lost a bodyguard, and without intending to do so...]

[ Well this was new. Zombina was pretty damn sure she didn't go to sleep... wherever the fuck this was. At least she can move, so that means that she did do her pre-bed stretches before whatever the fuck happened last night.

Getting out of bed, it quickly becomes apparent that this probably wasn't a drinking game gone wrong or someshit as hooooooly fucking shit that thing on her left arm is new, as is the jumpsuit - did someone change her while she was sleeping!? Well she IS a deep sleeper, but that's not the point. Holy fuck this is starting to look like an kidnapping. Clearly by someone who has no idea what the fuck they are doing as A. She's not tied up or neutralized in anyway B. This violates the Interspecies Protection Act to hell if it's a human behind this. C. She's a fucking M.O.N. member. If an liminal species person is behind this, then she has full right to kick their ass.

Ugh. She could criticize the stupidity of this later. Zombina spends an few minutes trying to figure out if the device is detachable, to no avail. Eh, she can probably get an new arm later, but it's not doing anything right now and it'd be super inconvenient to reattach it without any sewing supplies. It looks like there's rules and profiles or someshit on it, but fuuuuuck this, Zombina's had enough waiting around doing nothing. She's stating to get stiff and that's no good.

Time to head out and figure out what the fuck is going on here. The door to room 11 slams open as an irritated Zombie walkes out.]

Alright where are we and what the fuck is going on here?

[Later in the cafeteria, Zombina can be found pacing as she reads the profiles and rules. Looks like the Naoki kid disliked Zombies. Wow, rude. Well zombies are supposed to be scary and shit, so she guess she didn't blame her, just hoped it was more that kinda thing rather than an discriminatory thing. Also jeez these profiles were really fucking rude.]

Ya gotta admit it takes some serious balls to write up this kinda shit about someone and then hand it over to them to see. Whoever's behind this is seriously asking for an hell of an ass kicking. I have dibs on first shot if they ain't human!

[ Don't wanna cause an incident or anything. Even if it's hella justified.]

Also does anyone have any idea what the hell's up with rule number 7? It's really not painting a real nice picture of why we got brought here.

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There's a space STATION? I didn't think getting out of the atmosphere was even possible!

[Probably, because what the fuck are tech levels in RWBY.]

My name is Penny, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Max!

[Okay now that's amusing. Let's see if Zombina can sneak up behind stealthy mcstealth here and...]

Yoo-hoo!

[Kara honey you have no idea.]

Depending on who you speak to: magical shadow games dating back to ancient Egypt wherein one losing loses their soul. Or worse.

More realistically: almost being myself murdered while being trapped in a fantasy RPG lends some personal credit to my theory. And almost having my body taken over in another virtual world. It wasn't technically a game, though we did play games in it.

Perhaps if something more obvious happened, an apparent glitch in the system. Bugs to work out.

[Though he stares at the PIP again with a critical eye, tilting his arm this way and that.] I'd likely need to hook this up to a computer and sift through the actual code.

Why? Were you expecting this Nyx Ulric to be here?

[Oh hey it's the dude with the uber long title. Ah, he musta just found out what it was.
Eh, she was walking by in her pacing anyway soooo....]

Oi, You upset 'bout the title? Eh, don't let it bother ya. It might just be exaggerated or someshit. Some of these titles and profiles are really damn rude.

This better be a joke. If it's not then I can promise you that whoever's behind this is in for a hell of a ass kicking.

[Like it's one thing putting adults into this, but teenagers? Hell fucking no.]

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That's sen-SA-tional! I didn't think getting to space was even possible!

[She is learning all kinds of things today.]

And- I think so? ...they are a bit drab.

...

[She... seems really put out by all this.]

Sorry. You must have been looking for someone important.

Oi, oi, oi! The hell man!? Didn't ya try and read the rules!?

[ Hello, yes, you now have 1 Zombie up in your face and checking your arm.]

Geez dude, If you're gonna poke around one of these things, then ask the person who can't feel pain ta let you look at theirs! I mean what if these things can blow up or someshit?! I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to having an extra arm in case one of mine gets fucked up, but that's besides the point here!

[She's the only one that can easily replace her arm here!]

I don't. Think so?

[Well, she WAS looking at the stars.]

...aren't MOST castles built on land?

Alright I ain't got a fucking clue what half the shit you said means, but I can get behind figuring out who the fuck took your hat because I'd really like my guns back!

[Excuse her as she yells at the ceiling too.]

OI! My guns better not be damaged! Those babies are expensive as fuck ya know! If I see a single scratch on any of 'em then your face is meeting my fist!

[Provided they're not human, but eh, she'll deal with that when she gets there.]

Eh-

[Yeah so 'bout that Osomatsu. The thing about dragging zombies around, especially if they were walking in the other direction when you went to grab them, is that parts have an tendancy to not stay attatched.

Good job Osomatsu. +1 Zombie hand for you.]

Aw fuck! Dude what the-

[ Zombina then see the window.]

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck is that space!? What the shit!?

[ Guess who's now more preoccupied with the window than the missing body part now?]

HAL 9000?

[w... what. But, look at that. She's watching his movements avidly, because. Wow. That is some next level technology stuff and then--]

You mean this makes a drink?!

Oh good we have an kitchen here. Thank fuck they're not gonna let us starve to death here at least.

[Hello yes, that is indeed a Zombie that just wandered in the kitchen. Please don't try and stab her with any knives, that'd be very inconvenient.]

[wee woo wee woo weapons? that just reminds her that rule 7 is a thing, and she has no clue why. Uh. But-- she's not worried. Not yet.]

So, wait, are we all not supposed to be here?

Ah-- hey!

[he's lucky he's already past, or she'd shove back. Instead, she folds her arms over her chest, and glowers at him]

You know, an 'excuse me' would have been nice. [Punk.]

I'd like ta know the same thing kiddo. But right now it's lookin' to be somekinda kidnapping bullshit going right now.

[Looks back at space.]

Really needlessly expensive kidnapping bullshit at that.

[she makes a motion at the whole of the machine, when Miki speaks to her]

What is this??

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