A hole in the world, in timespace. The origin of such a thing...that is what I must discover.

Those of you who have come to this place from elsewhere, tell what was last occuring. I may also accept aid in study of this, yet know that I have demanding standards in my allies.

[So E.E. was being a recluse and coding something way too complex because that's how she is. Complete in her favored pair of duck-print pajama pants and tank-top.

And then the rumbling. And the crumbling. And the HOLY SHIT, WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THE WALL.]

...

[Is that a portal?
That's a portal.]

... There's a portal. In my wall.

[THIS FACE.]

It would seem some of our students enjoy playing the role of pranksters. Talks of portals in walls and 'strange space people'. What nonsense. What rubbish. What balderdash.

I'll have you know that this prestigious academy is very well cared for and suffers no strange incidents of the like that have been mentioned. Anything you're witnessing is either a well thought out hallucination or simply a call for unnecessary attention.

Miss E.E., understand that the cost of the damage to your wall shall be taken from your salary for this month. Anyone else found responsible for either academy or town vandalism will pay the appropriate consequences including (but not excluding) community service, detention, the whims of Crazy Hand, suspension, or even expulsion.

That is all. I repeat, there is no such thing as 'strange space people'.

[Ocelot is not normally caught looking this disheveled. Appearance is everything when you want to show off... but he has been woken up early, and he's pissed about it.]

[He's not even in uniform yet. Instead, he's wearing cute animal-print pajamas. A few people in balaclavas mill about behind him, looking busy, though who knows what they're really doing.]

What is all that noise next door?! There better not be a party this early in the morning. Do any of you have any idea how thin these walls are?

[Never mind how often his room gets noisy with random meowing.]


((OOC: The portal room is right next to his room, so that's why he's complaining about noise. Anyone is welcome to reply! COME AT ME VISITORS. Or tag me on the log instead, whatever works.))

This place is boring without classes. I can only slice up and stab a dummy so many times before it gets dull. There's no thrill in it, no fight back, no challenge at all.

[ he folds his arms. Picks his teeth a few times. Looks around. he's seriously bored. ]

Dammit, I can't take this anymore. I need something to do. And no, Prince, this does not mean you're right about this.

[As much as Blacky prefers text, recent events seem to call for something special. With all of the newcomers, she might as well put a face to her name for them.]

As ridiculous as this whole ordeal is, I suppose there is some comfort in knowing it's all likely to blow over in a week, and everyone will be back where they belong. I am, of course, speaking from past experiences in this school... although I've never seen anything quite like this.

In the meantime, let's all introduce ourselves. My name is Blacky, and I'm a teacher at this school. If you have any questions about anything, I suppose I can do my best to answer them.

Hey boys and beautiful oranges! Looks like the space-time continuum decided to show up for a party dumped a bunch of new fruits right on campus ground!

No one panic, this is very normal at this time of year and OH GREAT HOLY FEETS OF DAD AND MOM THIS HASN'T HAPPEN IN YEARS WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO.








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Do not panic! I'm perfectly calm! No need to panic! I'm perfectly calm!

Perfectly

Calm......