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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Southern Plateau - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.098: Veiled Horizons

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_{Interaction(s):Haven-@Skai,Cass-@Lord Wraith}

Previously: Trials and Tribulations

The world turned white for Harper. She blinked furiously, trying to chase away the afterimages that danced before her eyes. The flashbang’s detonation was a physical blow, the light sharp enough to slice through her defences—powered or not.

The girl’s irritation, which had been simmering just below the surface, now bubbled into a silent fury. The flashbang was a cheap trick, a desperate grab for control, and it stung more than her retinas. It was an affront, a challenge, and Harper felt the familiar thrill of battle rise within her. She was no stranger to conflict, being the baby sister of someone who could be an angel at best and a devil at worst, but she preferred her battles to be strategic, her victories earned through wit and will rather than brute force.

So, for the sake of peace, she did not try to retaliate, begrudgingly nodding in agreement to stay behind with Cass.

As they departed, the trio of Mira, Layla and Simone chattered happily while pushing through the campsite, not paying attention to their surroundings before accidentally bumping into Harper and knocking the other girl to the ground.

"Hey," Cass called sarcastically, "Watch out"

"Real class act, Cass" Scolded Simone as she reached down with Mira to help Harper back up. "Sorry about that, we'll watch where we're going next time."

Harper’s mind was a whirlwind of strategies as she navigated the new, vexing predicament before her. Lost in thought, she barely registered the solid object that collided with her side, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her reflexes kicked in, hands splayed out to brace for impact. The ground met her with an unyielding thud, and a jolt of surprise coursed through her—the pain was absent, but the shock of the fall lingered.

She was a formidable presence, not as much as Katja but not one so easily toppled either. So, the realization that she had been caught off guard in such an extreme manner added a sting to her pride.

There she was, momentarily grounded, her usual poise disrupted by an unforeseen force of three apologetic girls.

As she accepted the hands reaching out to her, Harper’s face warmed with a rosy hue of chagrin and annoyance. Her eyes flicked towards Cass, delivering a silent but scathing rebuke, before she redirected her gaze to Simone and Mira. Her smile was strained, an effort to mask the confusion beneath her composed exterior.

“Thanks, no harm done,” Harper asserted, brushing off her attire with swift, deliberate strokes. She ignored Cass's sarcastic remark as she took the seat opposite his; Harper wasn't about to let him get under her skin more than he already had. Still, if she was stuck with the guy she might as well try to converse.

“Alright, Cass,” she said, her voice steady. “Since we're stuck here, how about you stop being a jerk for a minute and tell me a bit about yourself? Or are you all bravado just for show?”

Cass raised an amused eyebrow at Harper's question, allowing himself a half-smirk. Sure he had been a jerk to the girl but he was starting to take a liking to the spitfire brunette.

"Not much to tell, my mom sucked, my dad was an abusive drunk. Bounced around in foster care for most of my life until the Jones' adopted me just before my Hype-Gene activated and I got shipped to P.R.C.U. Was here about five minutes then I was impaled through the shoulder by Hyperion." He rubbed his shoulder, looking towards the dark sky above.

"Still hurts when it rains." He leaned back in his seat, creating a ball of kinetic energy he proceeded to juggle while talking. "I don't bond with people well," He allowed himself a half smile, nodding towards Harper apologetically. He tossed the ball of energy higher before re-absorbing it.

"You got a date to the dance?"

Harper raised an eyebrow, not expecting Cass to open up so candidly. The vulnerability in his words contrasted sharply with his earlier bravado, and it caught her off guard. For a moment, she felt a pang of empathy for him.

“Sounds like you've had it rough,” she said, her tone softer, though she maintained her guarded posture. “But that doesn't give you a free pass to be a jerk, you know?”

She watched as Cass played with the ball of kinetic energy, noting the way he seemed to use it as a distraction, a way to avoid deeper emotional engagement as he’d stated.

Which was why his question about the dance came out of nowhere for her, and Harper blinked in surprise.

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again.

“The dance?” Harper repeated, momentarily thrown off. The thought of the dance brought back a rush of emotions. She had hoped to be asked by Gil, of course, but as she recalled his previous words, she found that it reopened deep wounds she’d thought had healed.

Just another face in the crowd. One of his many fans. She hadn’t changed that yet…had she?

“No, I don't have a date,” the brunette finally admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness she tried to mask.

She leaned back slightly, studying Cass with a curious look now. “Why do you ask? Trying to make up for being a jerk by offering to take me?” Harper teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Of course, that couldn’t be it, right? “Or are you just trying to see if I can keep up with you on the dance floor? Because I’ll have you know I’m a pretty good dancer,” she added, her tone playful but with an underlying challenge.

“Gonna need more than a little flashbang to rattle me.”

"Who was being a jerk?" Cass replied playfully, "I was just watching out for my friends, I’m just suffering from crippling brutal honesty." He added with a wink.

"I've already seen you squirm, so I hope you dance better than that because trust me." He leaned forward, "The flash isn't the bang you'll be talking about."

He stopped, pursing his lips before shaking his head.

"Yeah, yeah I heard it. That was gross." Cass apologized, retreating into his seat, "But I digress, if I'm lucky enough that no one else has asked, I'd like to take a spitfire like you. Would be a lot of fun to actually have someone to keep up with."

Harper reclined, her expression a blend of amusement and skepticism. “Oh, watching out for your friends? That sure is one convenient cover for ‘brutal honesty,’” she quipped, the irony not lost on her. “But if we’re handing out points for honesty, I’ll give you this—your approach is certainly… unique.” But a method she recognized all too well. Hadn’t she just mirrored that same blunt honesty with Aurora?

Cass’s clumsy attempt at humour drew a smirk from Harper, her eyes rolling in feigned annoyance. “Oh no, your charm is overwhelming. Please don’t stop on my account,” she drawled, the edges of her voice quivering with suppressed laughter. He had a knack for humour, albeit awkward and a touch cringe-worthy.

She paused, her gaze lingering on Cass as she considered his offer. “A spitfire, huh? I like the sound of that. It’s got a certain… spark.” It was a welcome change from the drab monikers of ‘drill sergeant’ or ‘stick in the mud’, that was for sure.

As for her answer, her thoughts returned to Gil’s image- a hope held close to her heart, yet always just out of reach. To attend the dance with Cass, who was honestly a wildcard beyond what he’d already shown here, was to step into uncharted territory. Just like with Gil. Maybe that’s why he was a chapter that just refused to close for her. He was simply too enticing. But Cass…Cass might be the pen she needed to write a new story.

Or, at least, someone to attend a stupid dance with.

With a breath that felt like the first step into a wider world, Harper made her choice.

“Alright, then,” she finally said, her voice steady. “I’ll go to the dance with you.”

"It's a date then, Spitfire," Cass replied with a genuine smile. "Now I have a real reason to dread it." He teased before blowing a few strands of wavy blonde hair out of his green eyes. He looked over to Haven and Alyssa before turning back to Harper.

"I don't know what you and Wings hope to actually get out of the Space Cadet over there, but hopefully it helps, I guess. For what it's worth, Foundation didn't leave me with the best first impression. Torres' comment about Hyperion was a little too close to the chest." He rubbed the scar through his shirt again.

"I hope we're wrong about them and they actually are the good guys, if not then I'm sure you'll have no problem rallying the troops."

Harper’s expression softened, a gentle acknowledgment of the scars they all bore, some visible, others hidden deep within. Hyperion’s legacy was etched into the very fabric of their lives, leaving a mark that words could scarcely touch. She felt an odd sense of disconnection, an outsider to this particular pain felt by some of her teammates yet intimately aware of its pervasive shadow over their lives.

Harper's gaze flicked to Haven, remaining there as she replied. “Yeah, that’s why I’m doing this, honestly. For her. For my friends. I don’t want any of us to be taken by surprise. Not again.”

Her gaze snapped back to Cass, lingering on where he’d received his trauma.

“Would you do it if it came down to it, though? Join the fray?”

"Depends on how well you dance," He answered coyly. "One foot in front of the other first though." Cass cautioned Harper, "If you go looking for trouble, you're sure to find it."

Harper’s response was a roll of her eyes, the gesture laden with playful defiance. “Oh, is that concern I detect? And here we are, still days away from our first dance,” she bantered back, her tone light and teasing. “I appreciate that, but trouble has a way of finding me whether I try to avoid it or not.”

She leaned in slightly, her playful expression giving way to a more serious look. “Speaking of trouble,” Harper began, lowering her voice a bit. “There might be some… reservations about Amma in our group. Did Alyssa ever mention anything weird about her before? Should we be worried?”

"Alyssa isn't exactly... uh forthcoming," The blonde replied looking towards the pair currently conversing. "Not to say she's dishonest, but Alyssa speaks like a sphinx. Everything is a riddle, if she had spoken about Amma previously there's a high probability I missed it on account of the way she rambles." Cass shook his head slightly.

"She hasn't been quite the same since her and Luce took a sabbatical from P.R.C.U."

Harper nodded, absorbing the gravity of Cass’s observations. “Can you tell me about Alyssa before the break? What was she like?” Harper probed further, her curiosity sharpening. “And did she ever hint at what might have happened during their time away? Even if in riddles.”

"She's always been a chatterbox, usually will talk your ear off about anything and everything but since she came back it's like she's in another world, like she sees things no one else does. She used to be a lot more bubbly and warm, not sure how the change hasn't put more stress on her relationship with RJ." The blonde mused, his hand resting on his chin.

"Oh she did more than hint, but a lot of it is hard to believe. Something about Hellions and Magni, she talks a lot about allegedly tracking stuff of folklore and myth in Europe and having to slay them. Honestly, most of it sounds like a fantasy novel. Claims the scars on her neck are from a vampyr attack." Cassander explained, splaying his index and middle finger before tapping along the side of his neck while gesturing with his head towards the scar on Alyssa's.

Harper absorbed Cass’s portrayal of Alyssa, the image of a vivacious, chatty girl taking shape in her imagination. A sense of longing washed over her, a wish to have known Alyssa in those carefree days. Warm and outgoing sounded like traits Harper would have appreciated in a friend. And as for the other girl’s relationship with RJ…he must just really care for her. That’s what it had to be.

The words ‘Hellions’ and ‘Magni’ sparked a brief connection to the comic lore she adored, but Harper quickly dismissed the notion, knowing their reality was far stranger than fiction.

“A vampyre attack?” the brunette echoed, her tone hushed. In any other world, the concept would be laughable, but not in theirs, not where the impossible was mundane. Alyssa’s speech surely pointed to some hidden truth.

Cass nodded. “That's what she says.”

“Well, shit,” Harper replied, a shiver running down her spine.

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Haven gave Alyssa a nod, if only to let the girl know that she'd heard and understood her. A phrase like that may have spooked her if she'd heard it on her first trip to the plateau. Yet she knew that Hyperion had left a scar on this school and the people that called this island home. Of course there was worry in everyone's hearts that another person like him would reappear one day to finish his work.

"Thanks, Alyssa. I feel better now that we've chatted." A white lie, but it had been informative. Harper would certainly know what to do with it. Better than Haven would, at least. "I'll see you around." Haven gave the girl a smile and nodded a thanks to RJ as well before she turned away.

She moved towards Harper, who seemed to miraculously be getting along with Cass. And were they... flirting? How'd they get on the topic of vampires? "Has the hothead cooled off now?" Haven said as she approached with a pointed glance towards Cassander.

Harper turned at the sound of Haven's voice, a teasing grin forming on her lips. “Oh, he’s not so bad once you get to know him,” she replied playfully. “We were just discussing some... interesting topics. But probably not as interesting as your conversation with Alyssa over there. How'd that go?”

Haven took a breath, resting a hand on her hip. "Well enough, I guess. Lot's of indirect answers, but I picked up on a few interesting things we can look into." She gave Cass a skeptical glance before stepping in closer. "I'll start with how Amma goes by Tiamat at the Foundation, and how she has been there the longest out of all of them. Well, up until last year."

"Alyssa knows that they went into the forest together," Haven murmured softly. The "they" in question being Amma and Lorcán. "Said every queen needs a prince. Ugh."

"Oh, and students have been going missing there. Apparently someone like me was her roommate, and she vanished without a feather left." The thought had her wings shiver behind her. "There's no way someone could fly across the ocean, so they couldn't have run away."

Harper’s attention was riveted on Haven, each revelation sending ripples of intrigue and apprehension through her. The alias ‘Tiamat’ used by Amma at the Foundation was not lost on her; it was a name steeped in ancient lore, synonymous with primordial chaos and creation.

"Tiamat, huh?" Harper mused aloud, her mind racing. "That's... quite a name. Definitely not one you'd pick lightly."

As Haven continued, Harper felt a shiver of unease. The image of Amma and Lorcán together in the forest, with Alyssa's cryptic comment about queens and princes, added a layer of mystery and potential danger to their relationship. Maybe Aurora had every right to worry, after all, feelings or no feelings.

What role did their strange teammate envision for Lorcán in her court?

The information about the missing students hit Harper hard. The idea of someone disappearing without a trace, especially someone with abilities like Haven's, hit even harder.

Maybe it was time to bring in the others. It was earlier than she would have liked, but with Haven or even her in some kind of danger....

“Do you think the school knows about any of this stuff?”

Haven shook her head at first, and then shrugged. "O'Neil doesn't seem happy with them being here, and I'm sure Alyssa and Amma's transfer here leaked some info about the Foundation to make him so aggressive towards the reps." She frowned. "Alyssa said that we can't trust anyone, not even faculty here on the island." Her eyes searched Harper's for guidance. "I trust O'Neil, but... maybe there are things he won't tell us because he wants to protect us."

Noting her friend’s concern, Harper placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, begging for it not to shake. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the edge of something much bigger and more dangerous than they had realized.

“We're going to figure this out,” Harper said firmly, her voice carrying a note of determination. “But we need to be smart about it. If we can't trust everyone, we need to be careful who we share this with. And that means…probably bringing in a few more people on the team.”

She frowned, clearly considering her options. "There's a lot to think about here. I'll touch base with you tomorrow. I need to process everything we've learned and figure out the best way to move forward."

Besides...she was so tired.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Lots of writing

Realms of Sun & Shadow

I mean Elara was looking for a way to get people's spirits up a bit before she got distracted

Realms of Sun & Shadow

_{Interactions: Sunni,Pleiades-@The Savant, Eris-@The Muse}

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Elara emerged from the sanctuary of Princess Octavia's chambers, her spirit soaring with the thrill of encountering a few of the settlement's newcomers for the first time. The dawn air was sharp, carrying the scent of pine and the soft murmur of snowflakes that danced upon the breeze, heralding the onset of a relentless winter. Above, the night's canvas held dominion, with stars shimmering like distant beacons in the obsidian expanse, while the moon draped Dawnhaven in a spectral silver mantle. The snowflakes continued to swirl and eddy, casting a mesmerizing spell over the landscape as they settled softly upon the ground, blanketing the village in a layer of silence and tranquillity. As Elara breathed in the crisp air, she felt the magic of the season coursing through her veins, invigorating her senses and stirring her sense of wonder.

As the young woman traversed the heart of the settlement, each step was punctuated by the crisp crunch of fresh snow beneath her boots, a harbinger of the encroaching chill. In another life, she might have revelled in the first dance of the snowflakes, or the way they dressed the world in pristine white. Yet, the gravity of her current role within Dawnhaven left little room for such idle pleasures she found.

The first snow, usually a cause for celebration or quiet reflection, was now merely a backdrop to the flurry of activity and the somewhat sombre mood that had befallen her life.

No matter…the Princess had entrusted her with ensuring that everyone in Dawnhaven was prepared for the winter, a responsibility she took to heart. As she walked, she greeted the few people she passed, each face a mix of determination and weariness. Especially weariness. Elara knew that in addition to the physical preparations, it was crucial to understand the skills and abilities of the settlers here. They would need to rely on each other to get through the harsh months ahead. But perhaps some encouragement was needed first. The only question to answer from this was how.

A non-answer came unexpectedly as Elara neared the inn, an unexpected sight halting her purposeful march. A small congregation of three had formed outside, and among them stood Pleiades, a figure so striking that he seemed to have materialized from the very essence of the winter’s breath. His green-grey skin was a muted canvas against the starkness of his dark feathers, creating a visual symphony as arresting as the contrast between night and day.

His entrance was a mystery, as if he had stepped through an unseen veil between moments. Elara’s gaze lingered, captivated by the mysterious figure before her. Pleiades moved with a fluidity that defied the mundane, his every gesture an echo of a distant, dangerous realm. It was a grace that transcended the ordinary, hinting at his origins among the Blight-Born—a lineage whispered in hushed tones and veiled in superstition.

Elara’s intrigue blossomed into fascination as she continued to observe him. The Blight-Born were known to her mostly through stories and fleeting shadows at the edge of the settlement, after all. Yet here was Pleiades, a living testament to their existence, a bridge to a world that Dawnhaven’s inhabitants scarcely understood but welcomed, regardless of how creature-like they may appear.

As Elara drew closer, her intrigue slowly began to change into concern. The tension between the two men was palpable, even if she did not know the cause of it.

“Good morning,” Elara greeted them all, her voice steady despite the flutter of unease in her chest. Her eyes briefly flickered to Pleiades before moving to the other two. With a smile that carried the weight of her position, Elara infused the moment with a deliberate cheer. “It seems we're all quite busy today, already.”

Ju-V

_{Interacts with Haven (@Skai)}

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As Sophia carefully navigated her fork through the modest meal before her, the cacophony of voices from the adjacent table seeped into her consciousness. The Kid’s confident smirk was a stark contrast to the unease that knotted in her stomach with each snippet of conversation she overheard. The thought of the group being divided loomed over her, stirring a silent wish that Nat and Haven would remain by her side, at least. Not that she was against meeting new people but the thought of there being no familiar faces with her made her anxious.

The rationale behind the division was not lost on her; the memory of Billy’s near-fatal mishap sent a shiver down her spine. The task of managing a myriad of abilities and temperaments must indeed be daunting for the overseers of this peculiar establishment.

"Two or three, or even four or five,"Sophia murmured, more to herself than to anyone else. Now she really hoped she got Haven or Nat. But…what were the chances of that, in such a big group? Not high. That’s what that meant. Still, it was entirely up to her on how to handle the situation. So, she would just have to take whatever she’s given in the best way. Somehow.

"Yup. Number #543 at your service. The lowest number at this here facility. When I started out those numbers held a lot more meaning, and the handling of the... residents... was a lot more sterile in nature. Most of us weren't considered much more than the numbers they assigned us on arrival."

This revelation halted Sophia’s meal, prompting a contemplative pause. Was it preferable to be branded an outcast or reduced to a mere numerical code? Her own experiences had taught her the sting of exclusion, yet she could scarcely fathom the coldness of being equated to a single variable in an equation.

It just seemed too dehumanizing.

It was then that Sophia’s gaze found Haven, her arrival marked by the elegant tuck of her wings—a dance of feathers and finesse. A smile graced the blonde's lips, a silent acknowledgment of the winged girl’s poise. Haven’s inquiry about the meal drew her attention back to her plate, prompting a candid assessment.

“It’s passable, I suppose. A tad on the bland side,”she admitted, her taste buds yearning for the familiar flavours of home. “But then again, I opted for the vegetarian meal, so perhaps my judgment is skewed.”

When she noticed Haven's gaze shifting towards a boy with dark brown hair—his appearance marked by more tattoos than the blonde had ever seen before—Sophia followed her line of sight. The boy, who seemed to carry the weight of his harsh experiences in every line of his face and body, stood out even among the diverse group of metahumans. His grip on the tray seemed less about the food it carried and more about the burdens he bore. Or perhaps…he was simply hungry.

Sophia leaned slightly towards Haven, her voice gentle."Do you know that guy or something?"It was a nosey question, for sure, but it was out before she could second-guess herself.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

As Orion neared the village square, his aura of steadfast loyalty was palpable, his deliberate steps halting at a vantage point from the prince and princess. His mind, ever the tactician’s, parsed their urgent exchange with alacrity, attuning to the princess’s fervent pitch and the prince’s reticent stance. With a nod to discretion, the blight-born’s shadow melded into obscurity, affording the royals a veil of secrecy for their discourse. He mused, almost with amusement, on the ghostly quietude of his movements.

Blight-born or not, he’d often been told that he was too quiet for his own good.

The cloak of night draped over the village, its early morning whispers fading into a serene hush. Orion’s contemplative gaze lifted to the celestial canvas stretched above, his lips etched with a faint furrow. The stars, strewn like jewels upon the heavens’ expanse, shimmered dimly, a mere reflection of the absent sun’s radiance. A wistful ache touched him at the sight, a longing for the sun’s warmth and splendour that his cursed lineage permitted only in small doses—a cruel jest for one who once basked in its luminous embrace.

Abruptly, the silent waltz of snowflakes began their descent, a graceful cascade of white veiling the nocturnal landscape. They fell, defying the impending winter’s severity, each flake a hushed harbinger of the shifting seasons. Orion observed their accumulation on the earth, a pristine shroud cloaking the world in innocence. Extending his hand, he watched the frosty grains settle upon his palm—one, then another, a gathering of cold kisses.

The snow was anathema to him—the chill, the pallor, it all stirred a yearning for the warmth of a home now beyond his reach.

Yet, as Orion beheld the prince’s unguarded marvel at the snow’s first dance, a subdued smile found its way to his lips. For Flynn, the snowflakes were an impermanent enchantment, a respite from the weight of sovereignty. But for Orion, they signified more—a poignant memento of time’s relentless march and the looming duties that beckoned him as both sage and sentinel. Watching the prince’s childlike awe, Orion felt a twinge of nostalgic sorrow for lost naivete, tempered by the sobering recognition of the trials that awaited. In that brief interlude, however, he discovered comfort in Flynn’s simple pleasure, a testament that within their complex existence, moments of unblemished splendour still flourished. If only they just took the time to look around and take it all in.

Post-entry, Orion reclaimed his post outside the tavern’s inviting radiance, his back to the wall, arms folded in silent vigil. His form, a pale wraith against the village’s backdrop, stood as an unspoken oath of protection. His keen gaze swept the vicinity with an eagle’s acuity, noting each transient figure, the rustling of the breeze, and the rhythmic sway of the tavern’s sign because of it. He acknowledged passersby with a nod, eyes briefly closing as memories beckoned, yet his vigilance remained unbroken—a guardian ever watchful, ever-present.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

The cabin's interior was a symphony of silence, punctuated only by the whisper of Elara's movements as she meticulously executed her usual duties within Princess Octavia's chambers. The Princess's absence had draped a cloak of solitude over Elara, offering her a rare chance to work uninterrupted, her focus sharpened by the quietude. Each step she took was measured, each task performed with a reverence befitting the royal surroundings. The stillness was not emptiness but a canvas for her devotion, allowing her to pour her entire being into the service of her mistress.

In the calm that enveloped the cabin, Elara seized the moment to brace for the coming winter. Her initial task was a thorough inspection of the Princess's wardrobe, a treasure trove of rich textiles. She plunged into the depths of luxurious fabrics, her fingers selecting the most robust cloaks and the softest shawls, each destined to fend off the biting cold. With meticulous care, she examined every garment, mending even the smallest flaws, ensuring that the Princess would be wrapped in nothing but perfection.

Elara's attention then turned to the living quarters, where she acted as the guardian against the frost's advance. She stocked the fireplace with ample firewood, arranged in a precise order, ready to ignite and spread warmth throughout the room. The windows, too, were secured under her watchful eye, fortified to resist the creeping drafts that sought entry. Her scrutiny extended to every corner, every crevice, vigilant for any sign of disrepair that might betray the sanctity of the Princess's haven.

Amidst her labours, Elara's mind wandered to the conversation she had shared with Octavia. She remembered the Princess's heartfelt request for assistance in preparing for the harshness of winter, and this memory spurred Elara into action. The potential delay in the arrival of necessary supplies added a layer of urgency to her mission, fueling her determination to find a solution swiftly and efficiently.

"I shall begin my search at the heart of our community," Elara whispered to herself, the weight of her duty anchoring her resolve. She envisioned the settlement, a mosaic of faces and skills, certain that within its bounds, she would find those capable of weaving and stitching the needed warmth for the cold season. The possibility of discovering untapped talent among the newcomers was also a hopeful thought that brightened her spirit.

A small, optimistic smile played upon Elara's lips as she pictured the lively marketplace, a hub of activity and potential. The challenge of identifying the skilled individuals required for her task was daunting, yet she was ready to commit herself fully to the endeavour. Her dedication was unwavering, driven by the desire to alleviate some of the pressures resting on Octavia's royal shoulders.

With determination propelling her forward, Elara stepped out from the protective embrace of Princess Octavia's chambers. Her heart was buoyant with the anticipation of meeting the settlement's new inhabitants, each a stranger from lands she had yet to traverse.

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_{Interacts with: Kassandra-@Vicier}

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The gentle strains of classical music wafted through the snug living room, creating a serene backdrop as Jordan “Jae” Ellis applied the finishing touches to their latest work of art. The living room had been their haven today, a place where creativity could be seen blossoming amidst the comforting embrace of freshly brewed coffee’s aroma and the subtle scent of oil paints. Shafts of sunlight streamed in, bathing the room in a warm, golden light and illuminating the art supplies that lay in a seemingly haphazard arrangement that only Jae could decipher. Easels, canvases, and jars brimming with brushes were strategically placed, and the walls served as a gallery of Jae’s completed works, each containing its own unique story or message.

At the kitchen table, Andrea Ellis, Jae’s mother, was immersed in grading her elementary school students’ art projects. She looked up, her face lighting up with a tender smile as she observed her daughter, lost in the flow of creation. “That piece is turning out to be extraordinary, Jae. I’m looking forward to seeing the final result,” she remarked, her voice rich with pride and affection. Andrea’s steadfast support had always been a pillar of strength in Jae’s life, and her profound grasp of Jae’s artistic fervour had forged an indomitable connection between them.

One Jae hoped that would never break. They only had each other, after all.

Jae paused, their smile radiant as they met their mother’s gaze. “Thanks, Mom. It’s nearly complete—just a bit more refinement needed.” After wiping their hands on a rag stained with the history of many colours, Jae ambled towards the kitchen for a well-deserved coffee break. Along the way, a tabby cat named Picasso danced around their feet, purring with satisfaction. A thoughtful present from Andrea on Jae’s fifteenth birthday, Picasso had become an ever-present muse during nocturnal drawing marathons, influencing many of Jae’s creations.

“Picasso seems quite taken with it,” Andrea said with a light laugh, her eyes following the playful cat. “Looking forward to the party tonight?” she inquired, her eyes twinkling with anticipation, aware of how much Jae cherished hanging out with her classmates—precious interludes that would grow rarer as the final year of school approached, heralding new duties and the poignant threshold of graduation.

Jae nodded, the warmth of the coffee seeping into their being. “Absolutely. It’s going to be great connecting with everyone before the whirlwind of senior year catches us.” While speaking, Jae’s gaze swept over the living room, mentally cataloging any items they might need for the evening. The notion of showing up with their arms swinging just didn’t sound right to them. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to call Kass and ask, Jae figured.

Andrea’s expression softened with maternal pride as she watched Jae. “You’ve always been so dedicated, dear…but sometimes it’s ok to try other things. And no I don’t mean other projects.” she advised softly, “Life isn’t solely about the art you produce, but also the memories you forge and the companionship you enjoy along the way.”

Glancing at their watch, Jae acknowledged the wisdom behind their mother’s words with a small smile. This was not the first time they’d talked about this but Jae knew it was best not to push it. Not unless they wanted to be here all evening. “You’re right, as always. I should head out soon though—I’ll probably need to stop by the store on the way.”

Andrea’s nod was filled with a blend of pride and maternal care. “Ever the planner—that’s my Jae. Try to enjoy yourself tonight though, and stay safe.”

With a swift, heartfelt hug, Jae absorbed the comfort of Andrea’s embrace. “I appreciate it, Mom. I’ll be fine.” They picked up their trusty canvas bag, tucking their sketchbook inside, and headed for the door. Picasso issued a soft farewell meow as Jae stooped for a brief ear scratch. “Take care, Picasso. Behave yourself.”

Securing the front door behind them, Jae retrieved their phone, thumbing through the contacts for a number that had remained unused until now—for reasons other than this.

“Hey…” Jae’s voice wavered slightly, a mix of hesitation and anticipation colouring their tone. Kassandra had been a reliable friend in academic endeavours, but this was uncharted territory. “I was wondering… would you like me to bring anything along? I’m happy to stop by the store on my way.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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Welcome Home #1.084: Trials and Tribulations Part 2: The Kids Are Alright

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_{Interaction(s):Calliope-@PatientBean,Mei-@Garden Gnome}

Previously: Trials and Tribulations Part 1: Vive la Révolution

The three of them got to work quickly.

Thankfully, the Trials didn’t require intense labour. Inputting the designs into augmented reality was pretty straightforward. Calli took her time with hers, wanting to make sure it was as perfect as can be. Even though she wanted the message that ‘Hey here is a trial with three books attached, each one a middle finger to the authority’ she also wanted to ensure the freshmen were able to pass and enjoy themselves. It wasn’t their fault after all.

Something had been on her mind though. She didn’t know Harper or Mei well at all. And the only in-depth conversation that they really had was about the trials and they all but rushed through it. Perhaps this was why they were paired together.

That or everyone else made sense and they were just thrown into something.

“So….how are you all feeling about...everything I guess?” She left it pretty vague to allow Harper or Mei to fill it in. Calli didn’t know if anything was bothering them like it was her. She blew up a sink for crying out loud!

“I’m fine considering everything that has happened.” Mei paused for a brief moment before she continued. “I mean the Rory thing is still mostly up in the air, but at least we got the dance thing settled. The fact that he is sleeping with Haven though is definitely not reassuring.” Honestly speaking, Mei didn’t have it as bad as her other teammates who had issues with their degrees, what with the changing of the accreditation and all. She guessed she could consider herself fortunate. However, she was sensible enough to know that she shouldn’t flaunt her relief around and keep her relief low-key and empathize with those facing the unhappiness surrounding the recent events that had only just taken place not too long ago.

Harper paused, the soft glow of the holographic interface casting shadows across her face. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she turned to face Calli. “It’s been…a lot to process. Everything is so complicated now. But you know, I don’t intend to let my…personal circumstances hinder what I have to do now.” She locked eyes with Calli, her gaze piercing yet filled with a silent understanding. “And you, Calliope? On the beach, you seemed to have it all mapped out—family, a career in law. But life has a way of... throwing us off course it seems.”Harper's usual stoic mask slipped somewhat, a glimmer of concern flickering in her gaze.“Are you holding up alright?”

Calli had taken into account both directions the other two had directed the conversation. Mei going on about Rory and whatever that adorable mess of a human was attempting to do with the others. Calli’s mind flashed back to the beach and him essentially taking a pass at Aurora despite Lorcán standing there. And Mei attempting to fix it despite Rory’s obliviousness. She breathed a sigh of relief at not having to play dating politics amongst this lot.

And Harper highlighting personal circumstances. What did that mean? Was she referring to the diplomas or something else entirely? “I….exploded a sink.”

She let that sink in before she continued. “After the announcement that some of our degrees would be essentially worthless and that we would have to change schools to finish, I…lost it. Went to the bathroom and exploded one of the sinks in an arguably beautiful ice sculpture. So I am doing about as well as one can expect.”

Harper allowed a rare, gentle smile to play across her lips, softening the stern lines that usually framed her mouth. “Exploding a sink,”she echoed, her tone laced with a touch of amusement and understanding.“I must admit, that’s a new one for me. But if it provided even a moment’s respite from all this shit, then perhaps it wasn’t in vain.” As for her other teammate, Harper, typically one to steer clear of the tangled web of interpersonal drama, found herself weighing the merits of intervention. Gil’s recount had painted a clear picture, and her instinct was to remain an observer, not a participant in the unfolding shitshow that seemed to be a constant for her dunderhead teammate.

Yet, as she stood there, a part of her- the part honed by a strong sense of loyalty towards her friends- nudged her towards speaking up. So, with a mental shrug that dismissed her lingering reservations, Harper found her voice.

“I know it’s not my place,”she began, her tone even and devoid of judgment. “but Rory, for all his… let’s call them ‘quirks’, doesn’t strike me as malicious. Misguided, perhaps, but not harmful.” She paused, choosing her next words with care. “The proposition to Haven, I believe, was less about intent and more about a lack of foresight. Even if there’s something there…he asked you, Mei. Or maybe you asked him. Either way, him choosing to go to the dance with you has to count for something.”

“Exploding a sink and turning that into an art piece at the same time. I’d pay to see that. Pay in snacks, mind you, and I love my snacks. I wish I could say the same whenever I destroy something unintentionally.” Mei mused. She then glanced over to Harper and replied. “Oh sure, I treat that as good progress and any progress with Rory is something to be happy for. Of course, I love that he is going to the dance with me. There’s no reason I wouldn’t be. I’m as straight as an arrow.” She mimicked an archer firing an arrow with a smile. Mei then paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts before she continued. “Honestly, I’d prefer if he had slept alone, or with anyone else other than Haven.” Mei had always been unafraid to openly show her jealousy regarding Rory with her friends and voiced her thoughts unabashedly.

A faint smile graced Harper's lips at Mei's jest, but it quickly dissolved into a look of contemplation. She understood well enough the potential volatility of Mei's jealousy. After all, she herself could get, and has been, quite jealous before. For her, the feeling was like a spark near a powder keg, capable of igniting a blaze that could sweep through their ranks and jeopardize the cohesion they so desperately needed right now in the face of the Foundation.

Hence, the impulse to intervene, to offer a word of caution, was there. Yet, she found herself asking once again if it was even her place to step in, to guide Mei away from a path that could lead to discord. Or was it better to trust in her teammate's ability to navigate her own emotional landscape?

The weight of this decision lifted as Calliope's voice broke through her reverie, signalling a shift in the conversation. Harper silently welcomed the reprieve, allowing her to retreat from the precipice of involvement, back to her familiar ground of observation and support.

For now.

It really was a breath of fresh air to be hearing all of the romantic drama unfolding amongst the team. Rory seemed to be at the center of it, though Calli knew it extended to Lorcán and Aurora and now even Haven.

“Rory is…..ok I love Rory very much but the man is an idiot when it comes to this. He asked Aurora to the dance to help Lorcán out and that failed and now he’s playing catch up with everyone else. I agree with Harper, I don’t think he is doing this maliciously or is trying to be a player of sorts. Also just because they are sleeping in a tent together doesn’t mean they will be doing anything other than sleeping. And even then, it is Rory and Haven’s choice. You won’t know and Rory certainly won’t know until you talk to him. And you have to lay it out for him.”

“What about you Harper? Any relationship drama to tackle? I don’t seem to recall you paying any special attention to any one of our teammates, but perhaps I missed it.”

Harper's eyes momentarily lost their focus, reflecting an internal debate.

“There might be someone,”she acknowledged, her voice betraying a hint of reluctance.“But it's a topic for another time.” Her gaze shifted away, signalling an unspoken boundary she wasn't ready to cross.

Still…a sigh escaped her, more from resignation than sadness. Perhaps the only one between the three in a long-term relationship could offer some advice.

“I've perhaps spoken out of turn recently with that someone, in matters of... personal interest.” Harper hesitated, the admission hanging between them like a delicate thread. “It's challenging, you know? When a person occupies your thoughts, yet you're not quite sure where you stand with them.” She gestured vaguely, her hands illustrating the disparity she felt. “They're up here,” she said, her hand aloft, “and I'm... somewhere below, trying to find my proper place with them.”

Calliope cracked her knuckles. It seemed as though the two fledglings with her needed some advice. Since she was in an arguably healthy relationship, she felt it was her obligation to bestow some wisdom on them.

Mother was here.

“All right ladies. First and foremost in the lesson plan: men are stupid. This is why sexuality is not a choice because no one would willingly choose to be attracted to that species. So they are going to say and do dumb things. It is up to us, which may not seem fair, but we all know women run the world as our goddess Beyonce states.

Second, Harper, I want to hear none of that self-defeatist talk. You are not “beneath” anyone. You are on the same level as everyone, including this mystery person you have your eye on. If they like you, great. If they don’t, it’s their loss because you are amazing and are worth it. If this man or woman or non-binary individual cannot see that then they are blind.

Third, Mei…Rory is going to the dance with you, but that does not mean he cannot explore other options. And that’s not even to say that’s what he is going to do. With Haven or anyone else. You are too young to be worrying too much over a boy who may or may not ultimately give you the time of day. So look at it like a night to enjoy yourself with attractive arm candy and don’t get bogged down if it doesn’t end up exactly what you want. Life throws us curveballs. And don’t get me wrong, I recognize the irony of saying all that while being in a loving relationship with Banjo, but it didn’t start off like that. Trust me, what you see took work. All of it.”

Harper managed to suppress her laughter, though she found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Calliope’s truths resonated, yet she believed deep down the complexities of her feelings for Gil weren’t so easily resolved.

Gil wasn’t just some random guy she had a crush on. He was a faraway constellation, a public figure whose life was a spectacle under the relentless gaze of the world. The idea of being with him sent a surge of excitement through her, yet it was a double-edged sword, with one side gleaming with temptation and the other shadowed by apprehension.

His allure was undeniable, his charisma a force of nature, but the incident on the beach had cast a well-focused light on the realities of his existence and her place in it.

Harper’s voice, once she finally spoke, was a soft murmur, laden with a truth she had long held close to her chest.

“My feelings for Gil are complex,” she admitted, a note of earnestness threading through her words. She cast a sidelong glance at Calliope, a silent plea for discretion. The last thing she needed was for Banjo to turn her confessions into ammunition for teasing.

“It’s about more than just attraction,” Harper continued, her gaze returning to the middle distance as she contemplated the enormity of Gil’s world. “His life is under constant scrutiny, every move analyzed and judged. It’s both thrilling and terrifying to imagine stepping into that kind of place.”

She drew in a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as if bracing against an unseen force. “I’m drawn to him… irresistibly so. But to join him in the spotlight is to invite that same scrutiny upon me, and that’s no small consideration. It’s a big leap of faith, and I’m just… trying to muster the courage to take that plunge.”

Mei spoke up once the pair were finished talking.

“Oh, I know Rory is not being malicious, how can the doofus be so in such a manner? However, knowing that doesn’t make me any less sad or jealous though.”She sighed before she continued. “Yeah, you’re right. I should not place all my eggs in one basket. I know that too, but after doing this for so long, it’s difficult to stop.” Mei then broke that chain of thought to rummage around in her bag before fishing out none other than a bar of Meiji milk chocolate. Sensing that the mood was down, Meiji chocolate had always been her favourite choice for lifting her spirits. One of the best chocolates she had ever tasted, Meiji’s is smooth and creamy, yet still remaining chocolatey enough to satisfy her palate. Looking at it happily, she then tossed it to Harper. “Here. enjoy my favourite chocolate and cheer up. It’s one of the best and never fails to lift my spirits and bring a smile to my face. I hope you like it.”

Calliope shook her head, more so because, despite it all, these two were going to continue feeling these things. After all, she knew better than most how one’s past shaped current behavior. She would be a hypocrite if she decided otherwise. She was lucky in many ways. She was more sure of herself than she had ever been before and even then she still struggled with her identity. She had a loving relationship with a man who treated her better than her own family and she still wrestled with who she was with him and what it would mean for their future. She had friends amongst her team and even when she gave some of the best advice she ever did they still were unsure. It was like tiny little papercuts to her heart.

She shook it off. They still had a job to finish.

“Be that as it may, we need to get this finished soon. You both will work it out, I have no doubt.”

Harper caught the bar of chocolate, her eyebrows arching in mild surprise.

“Chocolate, huh?” she mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I can't say I'm familiar with this one, but I’ll never say no to chocolate.” With a deft flick, she unwrapped the treat, the rich aroma of cocoa enveloping her senses. She snapped off a square, letting it melt on her tongue, savouring the rush of sweetness that followed.

Her eyes only fluttered open as Calliope’s voice cut through the momentary lapse into indulgence, grounding her with a reminder of their shared purpose. Harper straightened, her resolve returning with a nod.

“Duty calls,” she agreed. “Just a few more touches on my end to add, anyway, and I think we’ll be done here.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

As Gil strode away, Harper was left standing, a flustered smile playing on her lips, her cheeks warm with a blush that refused to fade. Robert quietly stifled a chuckle while Tad just shook his head, exchanging a knowing look with the larger man.

Harper cleared her throat, her smile widening despite the embarrassment. "He’s kidding, of course! We were just gonna…uh…um.” Her voice trailed off, the words deserting her just when she needed them most. It was ironic, really; her mind had been so quick to spin easy flirtations earlier, yet now, it seemed to have taken a leave of absence.

Well to hell with you too, then!

The brunette laughed softly, a self-deprecating sound that held a hint of the nerves she felt.
“We’re just going to discuss the Trials,”she finally managed, her tone light, though her heart still raced with the thought of Gil’s wink. “You know, what it could look like and stuff.”

"I cannot speak for your Team Representative," Robert interjected, "But I do not need to worry about your personal business. It is none of my concern."

"Just remember to use the tent's sound-dampening mode so the rest of the team can sleep through your 'discussion'." Tad teased, "But seriously, Harper, this plateau has seen a lot worse than less than subtle innuendo. You're by far the most responsible member of this team and I have no reason to question your decision-making." He looked towards Gil, before his eyes wandered to Rory.

"Theirs on the other hand," He rocked a hand back and forth in front of Harper. "Eh."

"But good luck with setting up the trial, try not to duplicate too much of yours from last year," Tad added, bidding Harper adieu as he moved back towards the team's campsite.

Harper, after acknowledging Robert with a nod, made her way to her assigned area, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Tad’s words lingered, some bringing a smile, others a frown.

Would the most dutiful student genuinely put the school's image at risk or wish to set aside her obligations, even briefly, for her own cravings? Unlikely.

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Welcome Home #1.080: Trials and Tribulations Part 1: Vive la Révolution

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_{Interaction(s):Calliope-@PatientBean,Mei-@Garden Gnome}

Previously: Leap of Faith

The brunette approached the designated meeting spot, her steps measured and purposeful despite everything. Calliope was already there, her presence a steady beacon, and Mei arrived shortly after, her quick steps betraying her eagerness. Harper’s mind, though momentarily distracted by thoughts of Gil, refocused with clarity on the task before them. The Trials weren’t just a competition; they were a rite of passage for the new students, a reflection of the very soul of each house. She felt the mantle of leadership settle upon her then, a weight she bore with a mix of trepidation and pride.

"Hello, team. Ready to brainstorm theme ideas?"Calliope greeted, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I already have a few ideas,”she responded, her finger tapping rhythmically against her chin. “How do we feel about mazes?”

Calliope rubbed the back of her head. “So…I like mazes. Mazes are a good idea, but let’s focus on the theme first. That way, at least, we can then coordinate the obstacles. I was thinking, given recent events, of it being a Hunger Games theme. It sort of plays nicely into it being a trial to overcome, minus the deaths of course. Plus it would be a, hopefully, subtle middle finger to the Foundation. You know, going after the authorities for making children jump through dangerous hoops? But I am open to other ideas.”

Harper mentally scolded herself. She had gotten too far ahead. Or maybe it was simply Calliope’s presence that was throwing her off. She didn’t often find herself in conversation with the girl, after all. As for her suggestion…

Harper cleared her throat, one eyebrow shooting up in slight concern. “So, your idea has merit. It’s provocative and pretty timely, but…I think we need to balance boldness with sensitivity here. The Hunger Games also carries connotations of violence and oppression, and as much as I want to stick it to the Foundation as well for the things said during the ceremony, we don’t want the school to be seen in a bad light." She couldn't ignore the feeling that she was being hypocritical, even as she voiced her concerns. Still, it wasn’t like it was the Foundation that made them lose their degrees, at least as far as any of them knew.
“But, what do you think Mei?” the brunette addressed their third teammate, not wanting to leave her out. Harper had a feeling that would happen quite a bit without some sort of mediator between her and Calliope.

Mei was considering the ideas brought up by her fellow teammates and had developed some of her own.“My idea of a maze concept is inspired by the Maze Runner series. It emphasizes the value of teamwork and also tests relationships and how people work with one another to achieve a common goal. They would also have to be constantly on the lookout to find creative ways to overcome obstacles and solve problems.”She let out a giggle and she continued. “If others would like to compare WICKED to the foundation, then let them do it, so long as we do not openly mention anything about their similarity ourselves.”

Harper’s expression softened, her head nodding along in agreement with everything Mei was saying. An idea occurred to her then. A way to combine all their ideas while still leaving the messages they wished to send to the Foundation.

“What if we illuminate all three?”she proposed.“The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, and Divergent—each offers a unique perspective on the trials we face as hyperhumans, don’t you think?”She leaned forward, her hands unfolding as if to reveal the vision taking shape before them. “The Maze Runner would test their intellect and unity, the Hunger Games resilience and adaptability, and Divergent individuality and strength of each person’s convictions.”

Calliope had to admit, they took her idea and made it better. “Clever idea. So long as it gets that message across, we can do all of that. I’ll admit, I only read The Hunger Games so you’ll have to catch me up on Divergent and Maze Runner.” Calliope would not admit she wasn’t allowed to read those books because of how they perpetuated the idea of overcoming authority and striking out on your own. Her father would never have allowed it. She only read Hunger Games in secret.

“You should totally read the Maze Runner series if you can. It’s the bomb.” Mei commented as she listened to Calliope’s revelation that she had not read the popular series before. She then continued, acknowledging Harper’s idea of combining all three different series into one concept. “That’s also a good idea Harper. That way it isn’t just focused on just one idea, but a slightly more original idea by combining them three into a singular concept on its own.”

“So it’s settled then,” Harper said, nodding thoughtfully. “Now, I think we need to try and work out which of the core values of each house fits into each book. That way, it’s a little easier to come up with challenges that both test and celebrate these qualities.”

Calliope was quiet for a moment, thinking. She didn’t know the other books but it sounded like Mei and Harper did. “What about this? Since you both know the other books and there are eight schoolhouses, why don’t we split it up three ways? I can work Hunger Games trial events and one of you can do Divergent and the other Maze Runner. And then we can decide what houses we want to represent and use them in our events. I personally would like to keep my house Ursus, but otherwise, I am not picky. And then we can coordinate the challenges to ensure we aren’t doing the same thing.”

Harper surveyed her other teammate, considering Calliope’s suggestion.
“That’s fine with me. Mei, since it was your idea, why don’t you do the Maze Runner, then? I’ll take Divergent.” Harper pursed her lips in thought of the values held by each house. What would be the best way to split them up? Her brow furrowed as she looked up, mentally arranging the houses into an intricate matrix, each column a book, each row a house, intersecting at the virtues they extolled.

• House Alces: “There’s a house in Divergent that’s like Alces, so I’ll take them.”
• House Canis: “You can have Canis Mei since it’s your house.”
• House Gulo: “Gulo’s assertive and pragmatic spirit could be tested in the mazes of The Maze Runner so they’ll also be yours, Mei, if that’s okay?”
• House Lutra: “I’ll take Lutra for the same reason I took Alces.”
• House Lynx: “If I had to pick a house for Peeta, who’s pretty social and optimistic, it would be Lynx. That one’s all yours, Call.”
• House Myotis: “Myotis is known for its creativity, and I think you’d need a lot of that to get out of a maze.”
• House Strigidae: “Strigidae’s mine.”
• House Ursus: “ And, last but most certainly not least, Ursus is yours, Call.”

With a brief pause, Harper met the gazes of her two teammates again, scratching the back of her head in sudden self-awareness. She sincerely hoped she hadn’t overwhelmed either of them.
“So…any questions, concerns or new ideas?”

“I’m alright with taking Canis, Myotis, and Gulo.” Mei nodded as she agreed to the suggestions by Harper on the schoolhouses to be assigned. “What are your plans for the challenges? I’m thinking of having mine be inspired or tailored to the Maze Runner theme. The different roles found in Maze Runner such as Runner, Builder, Cook, Slicer and such all have different sets of responsibilities, so I think this can be easily interwoven into any challenges planned.”

“Well Hunger Games was more about taking out your competition, but obviously I don’t want people killing each other over this. Ursus is easy. I was thinking of having a gauntlet where they have to pass through being shot at. Obviously not with anything lethal, but maybe something safe but annoying, like glue bombs. But anyway, the point is to see how altruistic and protective they can be in helping others get through it or if they just decide to fend for themselves. Kind of like how Katniss and Rue form a protective friendship.”

“Lynx is a bit trickier because they are sociable and optimistic. I was thinking maybe it is like when they ask the competitors questions and it's filmed in all the districts. Sort of like a debate, but it is judging if they can answer the question in a positive way. Maybe the questions are tough and negative and they have to swing it the opposite way. I’m open to suggestions too.”

Harper listened intently to Mei and Calliope, her mind piecing together the fragments of their ideas. As Mei spoke of the roles in The Maze Runner and Calliope described the gauntlet inspired by the Hunger Games, Harper’s thoughts began to coalesce into a singular, innovative concept.
She interjected with a spark of inspiration in her voice. “Wait, what if we combine all these elements into one cohesive challenge again? An escape room maybe…. that’s a representation of our entire school, each section representing the values and challenges associated with each house.” Harper continued to outline her thoughts, her voice steady and confident.“So, we’ll have a section with a maze, one with a gauntlet, another involving intellectual puzzles, and a debate arena for last. With the arena, the freshies would have a better idea of the group they’d been working with for the other sections, so we could also ask some tough social questions.” She leaned forward, her expression earnest. “So it won’t be just about finding the right answers, but also about revealing character.”

Mei nodded in agreement as she listened to Harper detailing her idea of combining everything had been said into one cohesive concept. “I agree with this. Shall we move forward with this escape room concept then? We don’t have to use all the roles I’ve mentioned. We can just use the ones that make sense for this concept.” They could go on all day arguing about the pros and cons about their own idea, but they had to come to a compromise at some point if they wanted to move forward with their plans, and Mei was happy enough to settle with what was mentioned.