#proloegg

...And then she turns to you, to all of you, standing at the doors agape. She's tiny, no more than 4'5", and is standing on the chair at the head of the table. Her diminutive size does not lessen the terror of her words.

"...You all want to leave here, yes? Escape this place? You may call me Monoswan. My brother had no intention of letting you go. I, on the other hand, am willing to let one of you earn that right."

"...From now on, you will all be playing a game of Mutual Killing. The first of you to murder three of your classmates and get away with it will be sent home. To make it fair, however, the class will have a chance to investigate and hold a trial each time anyone is killed. Whomever is declared guilty will be permanently removed from the game, by which I mean they will be publicly executed, as is fitting for their heinous crime."

"...For further information, consult your handbooks. They have been updated. If you have questions, ask. If you have complaints, I don't care."

"I look forward to seeing who proves themselves worthy of continuing to live."

You awaken in your bed to your third day in Nechräm Kingdom. The third day of being trapped in this strange place. As you dress yourself and head down to the Great Hall for breakfast, mentally preparing to continue the cycle of fruitless questions and searching, you wonder just how long you're intended to stay here. As you enter however, it seems that already something is occurring to break the barely established routine.

"What are you doing? I'm handling this...!"

"No. You're not. You're wasting time."

Gosami seemed to be having a rather intense argument with another bird that none of them had seen before.

"You're not making any sense! It shouldn't take much longer, but we're not supposed to fight! Why are you doing this?"

"You don't know how long it will take. You don't know anything. I'm done with twiddling my thumbs while you prance around doing nothing. I'm done with playing second fiddle to a cowardly moron."

The other bird advanced upon him threateningly, voice remaining completely even yet growing exponentially in intensity as it continued to speak.

"I'm done with you, brother. Consider yourself dethroned."

There it was. The rope. Hanging in his bedroom, begging to be pulled. However, if there was one thing Aleksei knew about ominous ropes hanging with no explanation as to why they were there, it was that you should definitely not pull them. It was very clearly a trap devised by the bird. Man, who even likes birds anyway, he always knew they were no good.

If he wasn't going to pull the rope, there was only one thing left to do. Try to CUT IT DOWN. After all, that rope could be put to good uses. In the wild rope can actually be incredibly useful for several different purposes, although it's not something that is easy to come across unless you bring it yourself. So having an opportunity like this, he just couldn't pass it up. However, there was still quite a bit of a dilemma. How does one cut a rope without some sort of cutting instrument.

Dang, his plans were completely ruined. He could always try gnawing on the rope and cutting it down that way. That would be extremely tiring, though. Not to mention that the cut wouldn't be as good as if he could just saw it down with a knife. Thus, before he could collect the rope... He must look elsewhere.

That only really answered one of his questions, but Jamie shrugs.

Cat suffers from one of the biggest problems known to actual cats: Curiosity. Therefore, after giving her pretty suite room a quick look over, the strange hanging rope caught her attention. Therefore, stretching up onto her tip toes, the small disk jockey gives one mighty pull! She frowns when nothing immediately happens. However, she then -- hears something? Her ears twitch.

"Another animal?" She asks, puzzled - and then the poodle enters the room ---

then it /talks/.

Cat lets out a noise that sounds likes a cat's hiss crossed with a strangled yelp, followed by her backing hastily and tripping backwards onto her bed. She lays there for a few seconds, before sitting back up.

"S-sorry." The catgirl says softly.

"W-who are you?" She asks, nervously.