Opening Ceremony!

[principalmouse]

Who: Everybody!
What: Opening Ceremony! Say hi to all your new friends! It's a meet 'n' greet!
When: OPENING DAY!
Where: Just inside the Academic Building
Warnings: None yet. Yet.
[In a wide open hall with banners and a various sundry of celebratory items, the headmaster's rousing speech begins to come to a close.]

In short, you all are here to save our world! There is a threat out there that we must face, but we cannot face it alone. [His demeanor is pleasant, but thinly veiled. His stress is evident in his words, but he is attempting to stay cheerful.] We must do our best to watch over our friends and family and neighbors, no matter who they may be.

We are all responsible for one another. [He lets the silence hang for a moment before letting off and overly cheerful--] HaHa! [Was that a bit forced? Or was it just me?]

Well, guys, it’s time for me t’go, got lotsa stuff to take care of bein’ headmaster and all. But please, get to know one another, go check out classes, and find out where you live on campus! [He gestures to various sections of the room, all labeled with bright colored papers and text.]

I’ll see y’around!

[And with that, the headmaster is off! No, seriously. Watch him go, he’s movin’ fast for such a short guy.]

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Jack Kelly | OTA

[allucinator]

Aw, jeez.

[Already this is like a bad trip-- but at least everyone else seems just as perturbed. Jack glances among his fellow students, his teeth worrying at his bottom lip for a moment. No one said anything about a giant mouse-- a giant mouse that can talk, that squeaks and laughs and looks slightly terrifying--

--but nothing about this is normal. That black mist shit that had invaded New York isn't normal, and David-- David!-- forgetting who he is isn't normal-- so why should anything else be?

Might as well try to take it in stride, he figures. Digging out a cigarette, he lights up and begins walking around, trying to meet his fellow students. Heroes. Whatever.]

[myownhand]

Can't say I like th'idea of a giant talkin' mouse runnin' things either.

[Yup. She's thinkin' it. Everybody's thinkin' it. Let's not even lie. It's written across everybody's face.]

But I guess if th'academy can keep us safe from th'mist maybe it's worth all th'trouble.

[allucinator]

You're Scottish?

[Jack brightens up.]

Oye! Me family's from Ireland, that's nearly the same. I'm Jack, who're you?

[myownhand]

Aye, from Dunbroch!

[She'll brighten as well, hearing about her homeland]

Merida. I-- [Err.. she'd rather not go into the whole "princess" introduction. Really.] --I was invited here so my family thought it best I come. It's interestin', seein' all these types of people t'gether.

[allucinator]

Yeah. I'm glad everyone else looks human.

[He glances around a little, making sure that's true, before adding:]

I'm Jack, by the way. Jack Kelly. I, uh, dunno what part o' Ireland we're from, but I live in America right now, so.

[myownhand]

America? [She pauses to think about her lessons from her mother-- she vaguely remembers where that is on the map. Though the lands much further outside DunBroch aren't touched upon much in her lessons.]

What's it like there? I never really hear much about any place outside of Scotland.

[allucinator]

It's-- it's good, actually. Real crowded. It's a city, you know, so not much, you know, green stuff-- but I like it. It's . . . I dunno. There's a culture to it. Or somethin', I don't know, I ain't so good with words. What about Ir-- Scotland?

[myownhand]

S'nothin' like anythin' here! Mostly mountains and forests. I mean, there's a few villages outside th'castle, but none of them come close t'anythin' here!

Like those! [She points up to the lights in the ceiling] We don't have anythin' like that where I'm from.

[allucinator]

We don't either. I mean, we . . . do, sorta, but I only saw em at the state fair. They're real new, I ain't surprised you don't got em.

[A beat. He grins.]

Me friend's kid brother were on me shoulders when they turned on all the lights-- they had this real huge display, you know? I thought he were gonna fall off he were wigglin' and shoutin' so much.

[runawayroyal]

[While smoking -usually for ceremonial purposes- was not a foreign concept in Agrabah, seeing it done so strangely and so casually is enough to cause her to stop and stare, if only for a moment.

Jasmine walks close enough to speak with the young man.]

What is that you have in your mouth?

[allucinator]

[He blinks at the girl for a few seconds before glancing down, as if something else might have appeared there. When it's still his ragged dog-end, he takes it out of his mouth and holds it up-- see?]

Cigarette. Want one?

[runawayroyal]

No thanks.

[Is it obvious she doesn't smoke?

It is, isn't it?]

I was just wondering, as I have never seen people use such a thing before.

[Pipes are most common throughout the deserts.]

[allucinator]

Really?

[More for him. He slips it back between his lips and shrugs.]

They're popular where I'm from-- New York. What about you, where you from? I'm Jack.

[runawayroyal]

[She nods, a tad sheepishly.]

So we're from opposite ends of the world. I am from Agrabah.

It's nice to meet you, Jack. I am Jasmine.

[Is it smart or stupid to withhold her royal title? Hopefully she'll find out soon.]

[allucinator]

What's-- I don't know much geography, sorry-- where's Agrabah?

[runawayroyal]

It's located on the southeastern end of the Middle Kingdom... which is the continent below Evangeline.

We are about as south as possible from New York.

[allucinator]

Right, well, more loss for you; it's a great city.

[Cheerily said.]

You a student too?

[barelyknow]

[M.K. frowned as the smell of cigarette smoke wafted around her. She turned, searching for the source and quickly found Jack. She crossed her arms in front of her and glared.]

Would you mind doing that somewhere where the rest of us don't have to smell it?

[allucinator]

[One eyebrow cocks. He takes in the sight of her, slowly, deliberately, before inhaling. A beat, two, and then he pointedly exhales.]

Well-- yeah, actually, I would, if you're askin'.

[barelyknow]

[She waves her hand, trying to clear the smoke away.]

Look. I don't care what you do to your lungs, but I'm pretty fond of mine and would appreciate it if you didn't try and kill them.

[allucinator]

So don't stand near me, sweetcheeks.

[barelyknow]

[Sweetcheeks?]

Or, here's an idea: you could go outside where there are a) less people and b) more air.

[allucinator]

Or I could-- and will!-- stay here, not botherin' nobody, and you can go and fuss at someone else over their personal habits. Nice meetin' you.

[barelyknow]

Except you're already bothering me, and probably others who just aren't saying so.

[allucinator]

You're the one who came to me! You can't just tell them to stop somethin' that's botherin' you if you're the one who came up to them!