Mechagogue

Well, salami is only so durable a substance. It doesn't take much to cut or chew it, so I imagine the stresses involved in thrust would make a really meaty mess above your X threshold. . . .

Which, I guess, means that you'll hurt your salami if you thrust too hard.

((Unlike Essex, I can't restrain myself))

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[Kevin]"Right... Yeah, mine was just from some Nigerian place, I think... As if I didn't get enough of that on the internet... Hehe..."

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"They're trying the Nigerian internet scheme by mail these days? Wow, some people will fall for anyhing. Like, 'Hmm, a letter from Nigeria, I wonder why it's post-marked from Delaware?' Dumb."

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"Uh... You know, I might just... Go for a stroll at..." He glanced around slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... y'know what time it is?"

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"Around 6:00, I guess," Katsumei said, glancing out the tiny window high in the center of the wall, "Wow, it's really coming down out there. If you're going for a stroll it should probably be an indoor one. I mean, unless you like pneumonia. But you'll probably get stuck in the infirmary if that happened. Then I would have nobody to talk to. Is that really what you want?" she asked mischieviously.

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Meanwhile, in the infirmary;

Nurse Shepherd slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind her. She looked around, nobody else was there. She allowed her self a moment in which to lean against the wall and take a deep breath. Her body reflexively shuddered a little bit. There was something about the way Mr. Washington looked at her that made her uncomfortable.

It was probably just that he was newly out of prison, and hadn't seen another woman for some years, but that fact was of small consolation. Just the idea of what he might be thinking made her skin crawl.

. . .

Wait. . . .

Nobody else in the infirmary?

Dahlia looked around again, it was, indeed, empty. Where were Ragrok and Lily? If something had happened to them on the way here she most assuredly would have spotted them. . . .

She sighed and shook her head. There wasn't any time for housecalls tonight. he results of many test still needed to be compiled, and she needed to index her medicines again. It was a real chore to have to do it herself, alone, twice a week. But it needed to be done. Had to make sure all the drugs were properly accounted for, and, sadly, the students could not be trusted to assist.

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"Did your note say anything... Odd?" [Kevin] asked Katsumei, not taking his attention from the note.

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"Hmm," she said distractedly. Apparently the ceiling above her was fascinating as she lay back upon the top bunk with her hands laced behind her head. "Odd? No, not really. Just mother reminding me I brought shame to the family. All that good garbage. Like I don't have enough to worry about without her [censored] at me through the mail, Y'know?"

Katsumei had no intention of letting on that she knew anything at all. At least not until tommorow morning.

"Mail? Already? But we just got here," Katsumei mused quietly to herself after Kevin left the room. "That's kinda weird."

She hopped back up on the top bunk and noticed a small envelope was there for her as well. She slipped the nodescript slip of paper out and silently mouthed the words; Twelve midnight, southern War Wall, do not get caught and true power awaits.

She promptly crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash bin. Did the Longbow think she was stupid or something? The south wall was where the exit was, and nobody was going to set her up to frame her for trying to escape the first night! Especially not some ridiculus anonymous note.

Did Kevin's mail say the same thing? Did every new student get one of these notes ther first night to try and weed out the potential trouble-makers? There were just too many unknowns. For now, Katsumei would simply sit back and wait to see what happened tommorow morning. If they made announcements of attempted escapees being punished she'd know she had done the right thing.

If not, then maybe the note was worth investigating further. Katsumei could wait. She was a trained assassin, and grandfather had taught her that patience was the first weapon of the assassin.

"I only regret that I have but one vote to cast," Kefetasura said through fits of laughter. Apparently he had appeared in the room just behind Moonscribe and Hal, and he found at the formers latest comment very funny, in a mean-spirited sort of way.

Helper shuffled into the room a few momoents later. This would be very difficult for him; he was not programmed to single out others for the purpose of finding fault! He was an assistant!

"Disembowel?" Katsumei asked the bathroom in general. She cracked open the door and peeked out at the room, slinking in and fighting the heat rising in her face.

"I'm not. . ." she said, staring hard at the floor at Kevin's feet, "No, I . . . Forgot, I guess. No disemboweling. We have enough trouble in here without chopping each other up in our sleep. Let's just promise to change in the bathroom and forget this ever happened."

"Mr. Washington," Dahlia said quietly as the students filed out. Her tone was respectful and even, but very resolved, "That kind of language is uncalled for. I understand you've come to us from Ziggursky Prison. I am sure that life is very difficult there, and that it requires a certain amount of confrontation. A willingness to assert your dominanace over others will keep you safe. That being said; You are not in Ziggursky Prison, Mr. Washington. You have no need to prove your dominance here.

"I want to go on record as having said that I objected to the discipline system you are in posession of. The ability to injure and disable children in an effort to force their obedience reeks of torture, and I find it reprehensible that the system was enacted. I'd appreciate it greatly if you used a lighter touch with that death box of yours. We're lucky that the first test in the field was conducted on that giant, if you had so recklessly chosen to punish that girl beside him you may very well have killed her."

Having spoken her mind, Dahlia turned to leave, "Pardon me, Mr. Washington. I am a busy woman."

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Katsumei's letter went completely unnoticed as she was still shut into the bathroom, lamenting her dumbness and hating this co-ed living space thing. Boys and girls weren't supposed to live together till they got married! At least, that had been what Grandfather said. . .

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"Mother####er needs to learn his ####ing place around here. That's what ####ing happened. Call me ####ing stone one more time mother####er." Douglas said.

Looking at the nurse Douglas could see that she wasn't impressed with his display of force or choice of vocabulary. "What the #### are you looking at, and where the #### are the janitors to clean this piece of #### off my ####ing floor."

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The nurse was indeed, not impressed. She glanced at the readings on her portable diagnostic station and then back at Mr. Washington.

"Lily," she said without taking her eyes off Douglas, "Have you met the new Anger Management Counselor, Mr. Washington? He's a very strict disciplinarian."

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"No, not Ranch-o Suck-o. Welcome t' Camp Cesspit." She snickered.
"Say, uh, d'you know what our classes are? I hear that a batgirl's teaching sixth period. Batwinged girl."

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"Ugh! You mean we have to be in jail AND in school?!" Katsumei gaped incredulously, "This seriously is Camp Cesspit!"

She sulked and pulled off her shirt. Then her face went bright red when she remembered there was a boy in the room. She grabbed her uniform and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and leaning against it.

"Dumb co-ed prison," she grumbled as she changed into the bright orange uniform, "And their dumb Junior Zig fashion catalogue."

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"Stone hurt stone." [Ragrok] mutterd weakly. He lay on the ground looking up at both the people over him. He was going to have a hard time with his fellow stone.

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Nurse Shepherd looked up at Douglas with a confused glance then looked back down at Ragrok.

"Do either of you know what he's talking about" she asked of Lily and Mr. Washington as she fished a medical device out of her kit and flipped it open.

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Douglas walked over to the school's communications system. Quickly connecting himself with the Longbow's barracks and the nurse's office.

"This is Mr. Washington, I aquire the assistance of two Longbow guards, preferably strong ones and Nurse Shepard we have a student down. Please bring all necessary medical supplies to the gym as soon as possible." Douglas stated.

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Fortunately for Douglas, the constant Longbow patrols meant that no part of the facility was ever more than 60 seconds removed from Longbow intervention. Two guards wre in the gym in no time.

Nurse Shepherd took a bit longer, but wa there very soon afterwards. The gymnasium was right next to the infirmary for a lot of reasons, so it wouldn't take more time to get there than it took to grab an medical energency kit was on e of those reasons.

Dahlia rushed over to and knelt down beside Ragrok, she cheked his breathing and pulse first.

"What happened," she asked in a detached tone. She only wanted information, and she was used to having to get it from defensive teenagers. The best way was to keep her tone non-judgemental, and ask strictly factual questions so as not to accuse anyone of anything.

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"Eh, I wouldn't mind if only OUR suppressors could break easily. We are probably not as much of a threat to the general populace as some of the people here. I mean, we DO need a world left so we can take it over..." Kevin replied, shrugging.

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She pulled her legs up onto the top bunk with her, curled them under her body, and started running her fingers through her hair as she listened to Kevin's explaination. She didn't have a brush, and hair as long as Katsumei's required a lot of maintenance.

"Well let, me see here. . . six. . . eighteen. . . thirty six. . . seventy two. . . hundred fourty four. . . so, this place can hold a hundred and fourty four, quote, evil kids. So your claim is that twelve dozen kids can destroy the world? Who'd you learn math from, a retarded hero?"

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To Katsumei's next inquiry, 'Terroricer' chuckled. "No, the mask is... Well, mainly, it is so people don't know me. If I were to hatch an evil plan, I wouldn't want people knowing what my true face looked like. And I swear, if any Longbow tries to remove this mask... The smacking down of the human candy canes will ensue."

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"Well I've got fifty on the candy canes if they come calling for your head piece. I didn't see too many kids with masks on our way in here, so I'm thinking individuality is discouraged in Ranch-o Suck-o."

In response to Leogunners questions; Note, these are NOT answers. They represent nothing more than my personal opinions:

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Example: Is it unbalanced that Ian can cut nearly anything with his wooden sword, when not cutting his bokken strikes can resemple super strength attacks. . .

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Not at all. The composition of his bokken (I know that IRL bokken = wooden sword, I mean insofar as in-character descisions are concerned) is only an aesthetic choice. The katana powerset gives you a sword which cuts through three foot thick vault doors, impenetrable force fields, and Rikti Power armor. These attacks also include some knockback/knockup secondaries, which does overlap with super strength, so I don't see a conflict here.

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. . . he can move extremely quick and evade most attacks. . .

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Super Speed. Super Reflexes. Nothing overbalanced there.

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. . . he can(essentially) control earth, wind, water, fire and lightning. . .

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The different energy types presents what seems to be a sticky situation, but this is another aspect of 'taking liberties' with your powers. Consider the Dark Mastery Ancillary Power Pool:

Dark Blast: A searing bolt of fire, throw at range, burns your foe.
Petrifying Gaze: A lightning strike paralyzes foes by overloading their synapses.
Tenebrous Tentacles: The earth reaches up from beneath your foes feet and crushes them.
Torrent: A miniature tidal wave bowls over all in it's path.

It's not really unbalanced. Very powerful, yes. But there is generally an understanding that characters in threads are assumed to be level 50 unless otherwise specified.

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. . . AND he has a bag of taijutsu techniques to pull out of his bag?

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There are pool powers for fighting. Plus each 'travel' pool has an attack, and leaping has acrobatics. there are plenty of ways to have non-standard attacks or manuvers in game.

So let's assume that Ian is a Katana/Super Reflexes Scrapper with Speed, Leaping, Fitness, and Dark Mastery. It could happen in game, doesn't break the pool max. I say it's balanced. Everything else is a choice of aesthetics.

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Okay, only wanted to post on one last thing. Mecha's Mastermind comment: . . . The mastermind is suppose to be much more powerful than his minions which is why he has minions in the first place.

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I guess it goes without saying that I disagree with that idea. And I think the difference of opinion lies in one extremely fine distinction, and that is this.

A Mastermind is just that. A mind. First and foremost he's the guy that comes up with the plan. His henchmen are the unswervingly loyal followers that enact his shemes. He therefore does not need to be more powerful, but does need to be smarter. Smart enough to plan for the eventuality of being trapped in an unfavorable situation and having a back-up plan for his back-up plan. Smart enough to make himself seem utterly invincible.

But, that's just my persepctive.

Still holding herself in the handplant position, Katsumei straightened her legs and let her weight fall foward. She did a quick flip and landed on her feet between Kevin and Inky.

"Sure thing, Kevin," she said, "My name's Katsumei. If we're going to have to live together we might a well be able to get along. And what's so wrong with the power supressors being easy to bust? Isn't that a good thing?"

She vaulted gently up onto the top bunk, picking up her new uniform. "And what's with the mask? Trying to be like Zorro or something? I heard they're going to confiscate all our stuff and force us to wear these hideous things," she said as he waved the orange jump suit at them both. "Can they really do that? I mean, this thing looks like a traffic cone!"

Katsumei grinned broadly and placed a hand on the edge of the desk. She rolled her weight forward threw her legs out and to the side, holding herself in a seriously decent handplant.

"I miss skating too," she said, still upside down. Her hair fell almost to the floor, "But I never met another girl skater before. Do you skate, Strawberry?"

"Out?"

Katsumei's eyes lit up and she leaned forward so far it seemed she might topple off the desk. Her attention was suddenly very strictly upon Inky.

"Are you serious?"' the tiny girl asked in a conspiratorial whisper, "Do you know of a way out? And how come you have thorns, but none of our powers work? Are you like a narc or something?"

OOC: Open and I are attempting to put together a class schedule for the students. It's inspired by that of SH101, although hopefully with a distinctly JV101 feel to it.

We still need teachers to fill up the day, and here's your chance to grab a ittle bit of authority!

Just PM Openursoul and myself with your ideas for teachers and class subjects. They don't have to be 'real' subjects like Math and English, though they can be. One idea that was proposed was Paragon City History, and yours can be even stranger if you like. Here's a perfect chance to show off exactly how much you know about your favorite obscure trivia!

Well, at least I made someone happy! ^_^

I initially wrote this as an explaination in a PM, but it came out so well I thought I should add it to the Courtesy thread. Feel free to comment/suggest improvements as you see fit.

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Playing in the RP forums, whether in a combat or an RP thread, is basically a work of cooperative fiction. We all write our little part of the story and enjoy reading about the exploits of our comrades and enemies as they travel through the events that sweep us along. When somebody "god-modes" (which is a term that's thrown around a lot lately, and not a lot of thought has been given to what it exactly means) what they're doing is taking free-will away from another persons character, dominating the story, and ignoring the best part of role-playing; sharing in the fun with others!

I'll give you a couple examples of what I mean, using some made up characters;

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Mark smiled as he called down a nuclear missile from his orbital space station. It leveled the bunker that Abe and Rhea were hiding in. Those people didn't have a chance. Mark laughed in hideous delight at the explosion from his fortress; Nobody was going to make it out of there alive!

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This is combative god-moding. It is the most obvious and easiest to avoid. Even though there is a perfectly reasonable in-game justification for Mark to be able to do this, calling down a nuke is calling down a nuke, no matter if it's wrapped up in the best RP and prettiest language in the world; it's still wrong because it decides something for another person's character.

Then there's more subtle kind of god-modes, which are harder to discern. Sometimes it takes a really long time before anyone even notices that they're getting annoyed, and by that time they're already cussin' mad!

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Little did Mark know Abe had set up a laser defense system around the bunker. He pushed the button, and the missile exploded harmlessly a few miles above the bunker.

Mark was so dumb!

Abe ran over to Rhea, lifting her off the ground. He popped open a vial from his belt and poured it down her throat. Her wounds healed instantly to perfect health. He set her down and moved back to the console. Punching in a few commands was all it took to power up his dozens of robotic soldiers. The first wave rocketed towards Mark's fortress with one simple directive: destroy!

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Notice the difference? Even though he didn't do anything that killed anyone Abe is still god-moding. He's ignored everything that was done to him, insulted other players, taken the choices away from Rhea about the condition of her character, had access to far too many assets as compared to other players, and has made things worse than they were when they started because in order to just keep from being killed Mark will now be forced to do something even more over-the-top!

It's generally accepted (in an unwritten rule sense) that in the CoX forums character balance can be judged by their CoX AT counterparts. In my opinion it should be encouraged that, as a player, you should take some liberties with what your powers can do. For instance; A character with Super Strength powers is generally accepted to be very strong. He should be able to pick up a van, for instance, even though their is no specifically equivalent power. Other types of powersets should, in all fairness, be allowed the same creative freedom. A fire blaster should be able to melt two pieces of metal together, and his ice controller team-mate should be able to cool it off quickly.

The problem arises that when you play this way there is really no clear line as to what is acceptable and what is over-the-top. I try to think of it like this; When in doubt, think of the closest equivalent in-game power to what you're trying to do. If it's in your powerset, or a power pool you think your character would have, then it's all good!

Of course, this 'rule' makes masterminds the most difficult AT to balance in play. A good MM is prepared for things, and by definition has a more developed support structure than any other character. The trade off is that the mastermind is generally somewhat feeble on his own. He has limited attack potential without his minions. Mostly he can only hamper his foe, but not defeat them. That's why masterminds tend to stall for time; so their henchmen can get in position for the kill. (Khell's character, Toy Dispenser, is actually just about the best constructed example of what a mastermind and his minions should be able to do.) If a mastermind comes across as dramatically more powerful than his minions then it screws up everything for everybody. He doesn't need them for his survival, therefore having them becomes unbalancing.

Another trap people fall into is treating henchmen as if they were a type of character AT. They quite simply can not be. That would make masterminds very literally seven times more powerful than any other character. Remember, even the biggest, baddest tier 3 henchman cons yellow to an equal level player. Who the heck is afraid of a yellow? Their strength lies in numbers, not powers. If they were allowed to be character types then fighting a mastermind would be impossible. Imagine trying to PvP a group of seven by yourself! You would lose. Badly. And you would get really angry at the seven jerks who ganged up on you. Believe me, I know this from personal experience.

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So take it or leave it. That's my two-cents worth.

~Mecha

Katsumei shrugged at Kevin a little bit and shook her head, indicating that her day had been rather uneventful except for the getting thrown in prison 'thing.'

"The Longbow's surgically remove sense of humor and free will as part of their training regiment, I think. Why didn't you already have a name," she aked pointedly, just as Inky slipped into the cell and introduced herself. Since she hadn't addressed Katsumei, she just sat on the desk and unfolded her uniform.

Bright orange?!

She made a disgusted face and flung it onto the top bunk.

((BTW; Squiddy, and pretty much everyone, all the 'doors' are open and unlocked right now to let the new people in. They actually can't be locked except during Light's Out, which doesn't start until 10 PM. For sake of arguement, let's say that it's about 5:30 PM. Just before when dinner would normally be served. End result, it was much easier than that for Inky to get in if she wants to! ^_^ ))

Katsumei, whose chains had been removed by now, slid into her cell. She sized up Kevin with a hateful glare, and pushed past him. How could they be so irresponsible as to put boys and girls in the same cell? She dropped her things onto one desk and hopped up onto the other. Her legs pulled up to her chest, and her bright blue eyes watched her roommate coldly from behind a cascade of long black hair.

"So," she finally said quietly, "Strawberry Icing? What's that about?"

It might have been a terrible name, but it was a fantastic ice-breaker!

((*takes a deep breath* You know what? I really don't care anymore. I'm sick of the arguing that seems to inevitably herald Diov's arrival in a new thread. I don't want to do it. I'm trying to engage in a hobby here, not a [censored] trial in a court of law. I don't give a damn whether or not the car is magnetically polarized or if godmode junior is holding on with his claws.

What has happened in this thread is a travesty. It went from being an excellent story driven narrative that was actually about the characters to a [censored] series of threadjacks that really only have to do with Diov's inability to play a character who doesn't [censored] everything up for everyone in sight!

I admit it, Khell. You were right.))

((I'm not making this stuff up, Devious.

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He then clawed his way onto the roof of the car. Since Lord H'taed was a natural source of electricity, and since electricity always sought the ground, polar energy glued him to the roof of the car, even as he stood up.

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Magnetically clamped onto a surface > kinetic impact. It's why the magnets stay on your refridgerator when you close the door. I'm just working with what was available to me!))

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And Mecha...I'm enjoying your descriptive diologue, but last time I checked, you need to give others chances to REACT before letting them be crushed and killed in one hit. Not even Diov does that...

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((What the bloody hell are you talking about? I made absolutely ZERO reference to the state of H'tead beyond being stuck to the roof of the car which was YOUR description of his position. If you want to look like you're taking the high ground you'd better have a way better idea of how it's done than just randomly calling people out!

And for the love of all that's holy, I know you know how to use PM's! Stop threadjacking every five minutes with your darned comments!))

((No!

>.>

<.<

Well, yes.

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IT WAS A HOLIDAY! DANGIT!

...Ok, fine. *glad they invented the edit button*

Hey, look over there! HAL'S BEING A PERVERT AGAIN!))

As the last of the children descended the staircase from the Warden's Office, Meatwagon cleared his throat and spoke over the background noise.

"Alright! You've met Mr. Washington here," he said putting a hand on Douglas' shoulder, "You're probably going to learn to hate him almost as much as you're going to hate me. Let's get one thing straight! I don't give a damn what you think. You're here because your brains don't know how to form good ideas in the first place!

"Pay attention! This building is laid out from north to south, so we describe things using those directions! This is the main hall. There are two doors on the west, one double door on the east, a window that overlooks the excercise yard to the north, and south of you is the door to the bus stop. It is the single most heavily guarded position outside of Ziggursky Prison, so for your sake you'd better just pretend it ain't there!

"Face west!

"The two doors you see are, on the left, the laundry room," he walked into the laundry room and had a word with one of the workers there, who was obviously an inmate. THe worker nodded and wheeled out a cart full of blankets, pillows, and uniforms.

"Everyone take a single blanket, a single pillow, and a uniform. They're made of some fancy kind of Longbow material that conforms to the body, so they are very literally one-size-fits-all, from the tiniest of tiny girls, to that angry looking big guy over there."

After everyone had their provisions, Mr. O'Shea walked to the other door on that wall and opened it. "This door on the right leads to the West Hall. When you enter it you will immediately turn right and see a row of doors. The ones that are important to you are: The Infirmary, the Showers, and the double door at the North end is the Auditorium. There is one door on the right, it will take you out into the yard, where there are basketball courts, a football field, and a garden."

Mr. O'Shea lead them into the auditorium. It was a very large room with many rows of seats arranged around a small stage at the far end.

"This is where you'll hear the mornings announcments, and every Saturday is movie night. You'll notice that there is only one double door leading here, so we use one door for entering and one door for exiting. They are clearly marked."

He lead them back out into the room they started in, this time throwing open the double doors on the East.

"This is the cafeteria. Take a good look at it cause you people won't be seeing it again until tommorow. I can't belive that nasty girl thought you people didn't look hungry, but whatcha gonna do? She's the princess."

The cafeteria was filled up by several rows of long bench-style seating. The lunch-line (empty now since the area had been closed off) was at the far East end of the room, and another double door could be seen at the North side, which Meatwagon lead them towards. He took out a keyring and unlocked a padlock that was chaining the door together. and pulled the doors open. He nodded at a dark-skinned Longbow guard, who joined them on the tour.

"This is the East Hall, and it's where you'll be spending most of your time. On you left you can see another door that leads to the exercise yards. On your right you'll see two guard posts. We are passing the first one. That leads to the South Wing. You lucky people have been assigned to the North Wing."

The Longbow at the North post opened up a gate, everyone filed inside, and there was another gate in front of them. The Longbow guards closed and locked the gate behind them before opening the one that lead into the cellblock.

"Each cell has; One bunk bed with two bunks, semi-private bathroom, and two combination bookshelf and desk stations. Lights out is at ten PM," Meatwagon picked up a clip-board. "Listen carefully, you are about to be assigned your cells. You are in North Wing. Block one is on the left, Block two is on the right. Tiers one to and three are ground level, one flight up, and two flights up. Your cell assignment will be given in this fashion. Block-Tier-Cell. For example, N1-2-01 is left side, one floor up, first cell. None of you are getting that one, cause it's already occupied by Ink Dyne and Jason Marx, so leave them alone. The assignments are as follows:

"N1-2-02: Aledor, Kayan. Shanks, James.

"N1-2-03: Parker, Katsumei. Icing, Strawberry.

"N1-2-04: Grace, Julian. Bramble, Ivy.

"N1-2-05: Ragrok XVI. Your roommate is a veteran of our little school just to keep you honest, big guy. Carmody, Lily.

"And if the Princess ever get's out of the Ivory Tower, she can preside over you from N1-2-06, down at the far end of the block.

"Enjoy your stay."

((At this point feel free to mingle freely and explore the facility. Have fun! If you're having a hard time picturing the layout, it's pretty much in the shape of a U. The laundry, nurse, and auditorium are on the left, the cafeteria and cells are on the right, the room with the wardens office is at the bottom, and the yards and garden are in the middle. It's surrounded by fences and walls all around, so think of the outside area as a U inside an O Hope that helps.))

The purple demon sighed and his shoulders slumped a little.

"Yeah, fine. Next time we're rocketing towards certain death at a high rate of speed relative to the distance we're inhabiting I'll just check in with you and see if you have a plan. Make sure that offering assistance isn't stepping on your toes, that kind of thing."

Kefetasura walked up to the car and sat back down in the passenger seat. It was slightly visually disconcerting as the car was moving much faster than he. With one curled finger he tapped Acid rudely on the side of the head.

"Wake up! Stop living in your little dream world! You are not the only person in the world who can do things, and furthermore. . . " Kefetasura stopped his tirade rather suddenly, as if he remembered something, and streched his body up and out the window and took a look at the top of the car. H'tead was still stuck to it like so much bird poop.

". . .Oh, nevermind," he grumbled, sliding back into his seat. "Trying to actually help you is like taking a bath with a toaster. It's not even a good idea in theory!" With a telekinetic scoop and flick Kefetaura flipped H'tead like a pancake and dropped him back down on the car. It served no purpose other than to amuse him.