Announcement 001

[intercom_voice]

[Whether you're waking up in the clinic just now, or have already done so and are now wandering the halls, a sudden screech of microphone feedback blares over the speakers before fading back out.

A moment later, a woman clears her throat. Her voice is husky and mature, but still feminine, and overall she sounds very authoritative...if not a bit sarcastic.]

Good evening, and welcome to the new school year. I hope your arrival was a pleasant one, last year everybody threw-up from motion sickness, it was quite messy.

[There's a long pause as she seems to think, or perhaps just let any anticipated bustling chatter calm down.] Now, you're all intelligent human beings...for the most part. But I suppose I'll pretend I'm talking to the insipid uneducated masses for a moment; it shouldn't prove too difficult.

[She clears he throat again.] In every hall, you shall find a small intercom. You may use that to ask me any questions after my announcements and "privately" converse. Now, if you head North down one of the halls near the clinic in the Central Wing and keep going, you'll eventually come to either the West or East Dorm Wings, depending on which fork in the road you chose. There you'll find all necessary bunk beds and spare socks.

So, make sure you're all well rested for class in the morning; we wouldn't want to get a failing grade now would we?

[And with that, there's another burst of feedback before her announcement abruptly ends. Anybody who had been wandering the halls will notice a distinct lack of...well, anybody else aside from new arrivals, the Nurse, and the Lunch Lady.

The strange woman over the loudspeakers may have mentioned classes, but the school seemed completely devoid of any teachers to provide those classes. In fact, a lot of things seemed...off.]

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Comments

[thepickles]

[ York's already been wandering the halls so once the intercom clicks on, all he has to do is look up. He listens intently, finger tapping idly against his chest. It doesn't sound too bad, not up front, but there's too many questions to simply take it in stride. When the voice signs off, he raises two fingers to the side of his head and speaks with a lowered voice. ]

Class. Well, it's been some time since our punk rock days and I doubt that's the 'in' style anymore. Still, something isn't right here. It's worth checking into, don't you think, Zach?

[dreameragent]

[There's another agent wandering the same hallway. He's too preoccupied to notice the other man yet.

He's holding a small black device near his mouth.]

Diane, I seem to be in a school. A building that doesn't seem to be in Twin Peaks. Perhaps I'm dreaming? [He chuckles] Which would be strange to have you with me here in a dream. Oh.

[He spots the other man]

There seems to be someone else here, I'll get back to you later.

[He puts the device away and approaches the other man.]

[thepickles]

[ He catches sight of the other as he approaches, quickly taking in his appearance. It's easy to rule him out as a common student. Teacher? Possibly, but aren't there dress codes against trench coats these days? ]

It seems like we're not the only ones out of place.

[ Ending his private conversation, York's reaching inside his suit for his badge. He holds it up once the man's within distance. ]

FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan. Please, just call me York.

[ He tucks his badge away. ]

You wouldn't happen to have any information regarding the current location, would you?

[dreameragent]

Agent York? I don't think we've met.

[He holds out his own badge.]

I'm FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper.

[he tucks the badge away.]

Unfortunately I don't. I was hoping you did.

[thepickles]

It seems like we're both in the dark here - and we're not alone.

[ York casts a glance back down the hall in the general direction of the clinic. ]

Aside from us, the selection seems... random. As though that's the point.

[dreameragent]

We certainly do seem to be in a pickle, don't we?

[He glances in the same direction.]

I'm not really sure if I fully understand whats going on here, got any ideas?

[thepickles]

A collection of people, none of which seem to know each other. Not uncommon given this is a campus but someone should be able to identify a fellow peer from class. Have you seen that happen, yet?

[ He plucks a cigarette from his pack of Heavies and places it between his lips, making no move to light it just yet. ]

... I believe we'll need to start there.

[dreameragent]

You have a good point there... to be honest I've barely seen anyone walking these halls. Just a few here or there, usually on there own and just as confused as us.

[His brows furrow deep in thought.]

Why would someone collect random people, and place them in a campus?

I wonder if the perpetrator had some trauma involving their time in school. Perhaps they forced others into this campus because of that? But then again why just do that and leave them to wander? Unless perhaps... they're planning on more than just kidnapping us.

[thepickles]

That's always a possibility but it's too soon to tell. We'll have to keep our minds open as we scope out the local scenery.

[As long as one of the rooms has a working coffee maker... As soon as he places his pack away, he moves to collect the unlit cigarette from his lips and holds it between his fingers. York then shifts his body away from Cooper and places his other hand against his temple. He lowers his voice considerably. ]

A new investigation with a fellow agent. It's a nice change of pace - isn't it, Zach?

[dreameragent]

I hear you on that.

[God help this campus if there's no coffee... He doesn't mind him leaning away to address some mystery person. It wasn't all that odd to him. He himself addressed Diane often, and he was less odd than the woman with the log back in Twin Peaks. He just casually looks around the hallway.]

I find it odd, that I have not been able to locate the name of this building, or of the campus. Have you had any luck?

[leanonstuff]

[Another agent walks by- it's almost as if this place wants to be investigated. Norman pauses in front of York, watching him say something quietly to himself. Once the man is finished, he approaches, eyeing him curiously. Maybe he has some answers.]

Hey, can you tell me about this place?

[thepickles]

[ So many agents, so little time. Or all the time. Whatever, details. York directs his attention onto Norman, offering a shake of his head. ]

It appears to be a school. Past that, I'm afraid I'm as in the dark as you are.

[leanonstuff]

[By now he's realized that leaving is impossible. Nobody seems to know anything either, so it looks like it's time to start investigating in other ways.]

Yeah, I got that much.

[He sighs, but remembers to hold out a hand for a shake and offer an introduction.] I'm Agent Norman Jayden, FBI. Who are you?

[thepickles]

FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan.

[ Either he doesn't notice the man extending out his hand or he simply doesn't bother with it. ]

I take it you woke up in the nurse's office, Norman. Is that correct?

[leanonstuff]

Oh- you're FBI too, huh?

[That's a relief. However peculiar this situation, at least there are others from the same organization.

But after a few seconds of holding his hand out awkwardly and receiving no return shake, Norman drops his arm back to his side and clears his throat.]

Er, yeah. That's right. I tried leaving too, but something stopped me when I tried to get past the courtyard.

[thepickles]

[ His brow seems to knit together as he absorbs the information. What's been described is not unlike what he's come across before. ]

Strange. [ York's interest is clearly piqued. ] Was there something physically blocking your path?

[demi_nightlight]

[Naoki curls his lip slightly, showing off one of his extra pointed canines. He looks around, trying to spot a phone...something.]

Who are you talking to?

[thepickles]

A better question would be 'where are we currently'.

[ He pulls out his badge, flashing it to the youth. York doesn't seem put off by his appearance. ]

FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan. Please, just call me York - everyone does.

[ The badge is returned to the pocket inside the lining of his suit. ]

Do you happen to be familiar with this place?

[demi_nightlight]

I stopped asking that question a long time ago.

[Naoki gives the badge a bored glance in the midst of that sort of ominous one-liner.]

...You can call me Kashima, I guess. [God, he's forgotten how manners work for the Japanese, let alone this...American? He's going to guess he's American.]

[But to York's question, he offers a shrug.] No idea, I just woke up here. It kind of gave me deja vu.

[thepickles]

Déjà vu? Would you care to elaborate for me, Kashima?

[ He taps a finger against his chest and cants his head to the left as he waits for a reply. ]

[demi_nightlight]

[Naoki seems a bit bored, but answers regardless.]

Waking up in a hospital bed in a strange place. That's how I first saw the Vortex World.

And now...humans? You're a human, right? [He takes a few steps towards York, his presence a bit uneasy and his eyes scrutinizing as he does.]

I don't get it...

[thepickles]

The Vortex World.

[ York's brow arches at that, clearing questioning. He doesn't have time to voice it; the youth is closing in and asking a question of his own. York can only stay his ground. ]

Yes, human. Am I to assume you're from this 'Vortex World'?

[demi_nightlight]

[Naoki backs off a bit after that, but his gaze is more mistrusting than before.]

Sort of. I used to live in Tokyo before the Conception happened, and the world changed.

[He furrows a brow and glances around.]

But this place...seems more like back home than the Vortex World. There's no demons...