And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.

Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Xander had only just gotten out of school, beginning to walk back home as he was seen in public in the happiest of moods, cuddling his Flandre Scarlet plushie. "Yes Flandre, I love you too, I don't care what anyone thinks, screw society and anyone who insults me!" He said cheerfully as he walked down the street, before stopping his little scene and just carrying her in his left hand. He was hungry after school as always and began passing by a street filled with shops and resturants. He looked at each of them while keeping his Flandre quite close to him, just looking around as to see where he might stop to eat.

Fall, one of Daniel's favorite times or year. The temperature was mild and it meant thee year would soon be winding down. That didn't stop him from completely wasting the morning inside though. His dad was off at work for the day as always and his two younger sisters to school. That just left him and his mom still at home. At least until it was time for him to go to work. Only having two cars between the five of them that meant getting dropped off. Midday was the usual shift change, just before school let out. Their location was on a fairly busy road which meant there was an influx of people right around after school. Having been through the routine many times Daniel got things ready in advance. Once people started showing up it was a race to keep the place clean and getting food out to everyone. On top of that they wanted him to talk to people. See how they were doing, get to know them, build up a good customer relation kind of stuff. It wasn't the most fun part of the job but it had been helping him with his social skills. It also taught him how to act interested in some of the most boring or pointless conversation points points ever. Perhaps more valuable was the knowledge of how to get out of those mind numbing situations. Now that school let out things were going to pick up.

Renee sighed as she got off of the bus and walked down the sidewalk with her, passively listening to the large TV as she walked on. She was just glad to be done with her classes for today, and she was glad to have a day off of her job for today. So, she decided to spend some time relaxing before she went back to the dorms to study. She walked down the sidewalk until she reached a bookstore. She walked in and looked at the books in the fiction section. She didn't care whether the books were manga or otherwise, so long as it had an interesting story. She smiled to herself as she read the first chapter, fully becoming engrossed in the story.

Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Oh, before we move on, Xander was wearing a black shirt and some grey pants with some sneakers. He only continued to cuddle his plushie before his eyes caught attention of the deli which sounded like a good idea to his stomach. He walked into the deli, carrying Flandre in as if it were nothing. He quickly took a spot next to the window as to get a good view of everything from the resturant. He slung off his backpack and let it lean on the legs of the chair, before placing his Flandre plushie on the table, making her face him as he smiled back at his little doll. From the table he began to think upon what he would have. Assuming there was already a menu on the table, he picked it up and began to read through it, if not he raised his hand and awaited for service.

GM -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2 @Axel Striphe's location. When the waitress (1) had the tea ready, she came out. She felt bad for not recognizing that your character walked in. But despite pondering that, she suddenly lost a sense of self. For one second she forgot what she was doing. She flinched, spilling the tea and breaking the tea cup and pot. It almost looked like she wouldn't catch herself, but did, and saw the tea suddenly at her feet, with customers starring at her. She didn't remember dropping it. "Oh my god," she thought, embarrassed. She ran to go get a rag. Moments later when another waitress (2) was leaving to give someone else their order, the employee door was open long enough to hear a crash, "What's going on?!" "Are you okay?" The waitress who just exited looked worried upon hearing it too. The commotion died down almost as soon as it started and the bus boy started to clean up the mess. A new waitress came to give Axel's mint tea. "We're so sorry about that. Could I get anything else started for you?" She said it looking a little concerned. Axel could hear another young lady murmuring in the shop eating a muffin, "What a klutz."

Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.

GM -Unnamed Waitress 2 @Axel Striphe's location. "Oh, ya, I'm sure she's fine. She was probably low on blood sugar or something." The waitress smiled, "Let me know if you need anything else, hun, I'll be your server now." She went off to check on the other customer's orders. Behind the employee doors the waitress who nearly fell over was went home to get some rest. She took the back door, as it was apparent that she never showed up again, and other waiters and waitresses greeted the customers she was attending. They told them that she had gone home, and that they would be serving them now. Business continued to run as normal. GM No longer controls -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2

ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn’t that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard’s pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle’s, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn’t care less. Arran knew she shouldn’t keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.

Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.

Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.

Daniel Parton: Glass of water and something red. A slightly odd request. "The only drink we have that is red is Hi-C." He wrote that down real quick and turned back toward the menu that was above the counter across the way. He already knew most of it by now, but it was still something he did when he was trying to decide what he would pick. "well let's see." Given the criteria he turned back once he had some choices in mind. "There are actually quite a few. I usually prefer the hot sandwiches myself. If you want a lot of meat then the New Yorker is a good option. Pastrami, corned beef, swiss, and spicy brown mustard on rye. There's also the BLT which is also a pretty simple choice" He pointed then one out on the menu. "If that's a little plain for you there is also the Italian. Ham, salami, provolone, bell peppers, and black olives, lettuce, red onion, and tomato on a baguette." Again he pointed it out. "It's also hard to go wrong with the Club if you want a cold sandwich. Ham, turkey, bacon, cheddar, swiss, mayo, honey mustard, lettuce, and tomato on sliced wheat. If there is anything there that you don't want we can make it without as wll. And if all else fails there is the build your own where you would pick what you want. Choose a bread, meat, cheese, and any of the other toppings." It was clear he had gone through this routine many times because he went from one sandwich to the next without missing a beat. "I can go get your drink while you think about it if you'd like. I'm running around constantly so you can just flag me down." (For simplicity I'll mainly use items from the McAlister's Deli menu as I already know a lot of those)

ARRAN WHITE Arran dodged out the way of the stampede of kids around her age rushing out of the school gates. Spotting Kyle she ducked and dodged through the mass of bodies until she caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm to avoid getting swept away with the tide. Kyle spun round, caught sight of Arran, holding onto his arm for dear life, and pulled her out of the crowd. “Arran! Why aren’t you at the shop? I specifically suggested going to a shop, so as to avoid this mess.” Arran blinked, frowning. “I forgot,” she muttered in a small voice. “So why didn’t you text me?” Kyle asked. “I forgot.” Arran said again. Kyle threw his hands in the air, “Oh, come on, you forgot to text me?” “No” Arran stated matter-of-factly “I forgot my phone, it’s on your desk. Charging, I think.” Rolling his eyes Kyle pulled Arran down the street, to a shop, a deli according to the sign. Sitting down at a table at the back Arran looked at Kyle, “And we are meting here, why?” “Ben suggested this place, he said it was good.” Kyle answered. Ben was the guitarist for Night; Kyle the drummer, another boy, called Luke, was the bass/pianist, and Arran the vocalist. “I sure hope Ben’s the one paying then, cause I’d rather have gotten a coffee and sat in the park.” Arran grumbled, playing with the frayed hem of her shirtsleeve, “I finished recording that song, by the way.” Kyle looked up, “you got it here?” he asked enthusiastically. “Nope.” Arran admitted not looking up, “I forgot” “Uh huh.” Kyle huffed, having obviously been looking forward to hearing it. “Yo, wassup?” said a voice from behind them. Arran and Kyle swiveled round to see a familiar freckled face, grinning at them, “Ben not here yet? Ah well, we can wait. You finish that song yet? Cause I want to hear it, oh please say you finished it. Hey Kyle. Ohhh… what do we want to eat? Or drink? I want a coffee, do you think they sell coffee?” “Neither you nor Arran need a coffee.” Kyle patted the chair next to him, “So sit down, now.” “Yes sir.” Luke sat his hyperactive but down, and then popped straight back up again; “I see Ben, be back in a tick” He dashed for the door, dodging tables, chairs, and people. “Oh god.” Kyle sighed. “How did he ever have the patience to learn instruments?” Arran asked watching Ben’s blond hair, meet with the dark streak that was Luke, and then weave their way over to the table. “Hey Kyle, Arran.” Ben nodded and took Luke’s empty chair, Luke in the mean time, reigned in his energy long enough to sit down, with out springing up like a jack-in-the-box. “Soooooo…… Did you finish the song?” Ben enquired, “I’ve got my computer if you want to have a listen.” “Uhhh…… I don’t have the song.” Arran muttered, and then defensively; “But I did email it to you guys” Ben smiled, "good thing I checked my emails before I came then isn’t it?” He pulled out his shiny new Mac-book Pro and flipped over to itunes, turning the volume down and plugging in a four-way headphone splitter, then after everyone had plugged in their headphones, he started the song.

Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Ear --- "The Italian will do, and just a glass of water will as well." He said before looking back at his plushie. He picked her up and began to stroke her hair and hat, it was quite noticable he enjoyed his expensive plushie and basically loved it as well. He kept on staring at it for minutes on end before turning his eyes to look at the musician entering the Deli, where he curiously watched Kyle sit down next to the other band members. Xander never really took part in any school activites so he had little idea of whom they were. He watched the few talk for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his plushie. He took out his earbuds and plugged them into his phone before scrolling through his music playlist and selecting, 'U.N Owen was her?' which was of course, Flandre's theme. He only continued to look and admire the doll, quite content with it as he shrugged off anyone who looked at him weirdly. He continued to wait for his sandwich and drink.

GM -Unnamed Hoodie Stranger 1 @Daniel Parton's Deli A male who hid his identity with a black hoodie and loose fitting jeans walked into the deli. It wasn't out of the ordinary and everyone minded their own business when he walked in. He walked with purpose, hands in his pockets, and his head down. No one could really see his face clearly. However, instead of sitting down to order food, he went straight for the men's bathroom.

ARRAN WHITE The boys had listened to the song five times and were about to start a sixth round. Arran groaned and raised her hand for service. The song was good and all but having been practicing it for the last few weeks she really didn’t need to hear it again. The boys were debating what to do for a music video, Luke practically jumping up and down in his seat, Kyle was right, there was no way he needed a coffee, but that wouldn’t stop him from ordering one. Arran decided right then that there was no way in hell she was walking home with Luke if she could avoid it.

Daniel Pactor: Nodding Daniel wrote the Italian down as well. "I'll be right back with your drink." As expected it was getting busy. Switching into high gear he went to the counter and quickly got Xander his water. An order was ready and he grabbed the full tray at the same time. Maneuvering around people and rotating around to keep balance he held the tray up with on hand and set the glass of water down with the other. Delivering the food he moved on to the band's table. He waited for them to be done listening to what he could only assume was a song. "What can I get you to drink?"

Stella Blackhart Room filled with cable and monitor, a girl sat in front of the monitor. Both hand typing in keyboard fastly. With all the windows shut, light turned off, the only light source she had come from her many flashing monitor. The girl suddenly stopped typing, pulling a stick of pocky and eat it slowly. She then take the Iphone she charge in her left and typing something, while eating her pocky. To : karen-sstel@gmail.com Sub : Pswrd CIA go Attachment : Pass.txt I'm finished. I attch the passwrd, Now it's all up to you to leak the doc. Gtg to school. GL. Send... After sending the mail, she proceed to turn off all the monitor. 'I should hit the showers, i need to relax now.' she thought to herself. She then gone to bathroom. Hot water flowing from the showers, she washes her long black hair and her slender body. 'Ugh my shoulder feels so stiff.' It's normal for her, because she's like operating the computer for 8 hours only to get all the requested password. She turn off the shower, take a towel and drying her wet body. Finishing her bath, she proceed to wear her uniform and gone to school.

ARRAN WHITE “Don’t mind them” Arran gestured at the boys still plugged into the computer, “They’ll be listening to that for a while. Repetitively too. As for drinks, umm… One lemonade, one milk, and two coffees.” She then bashed Luke gently round the head to shut him up; he was busy humming his piano part, rather loudly. “Actually make that two milks and one coffee; there is no way I’m letting him get any more hyper.” She then grinned at the boy, “Sorry if their making too much noise, let me know if they do and I’ll shut them up.”