Welcome to Corruption Academy! (Open)

character name : Kaden Smith
role: Teacher
location main hall
Tagging: Gardenia , Eric,Demri, erica , james
Mentioned :Everyone

He looked at Eric and introduced himself as Kaden towards him and he learned that his name was Eric. He then saw how Gardenia was waking everyone up.
He saw how Eric tended to the man that was ramming the door and he hoped nothing really bad was wrong with him.
He knew what his action had done even tho he wasn't there it was obvious he accidentally set of that gun and he hoped that the guy wasn't blaming himself.

He looked around more and saw a skinny girl in a schoolgirl outfit remove herself from the group and sitting on her own. He saw the other two people that came up with the bed idea sitting with each other. He saw more people that he now was noticing since everything was all hectic when he woke up. He went sitting on the ground for a bit and let this sink in. After a while he opened his mouth because he saw something that he didn't liked at all. They were slacking and spending to much time in the same room.

"Hey does somebody has seen anything food alike or water ?" He asked in general looking around himself. "Maybe we should try to gather some supplements and what ever we can find and start explore and look for a way out " then he turned towards Gardenia. " I bet you have no idea at all where to start or what to do at all ? "
 
Character name : James
Role : Student
Location: Main hall
Tagging: none
Mentioned : none

James watched as the strange nurse came into the room and began moving around from bed to bed. He was still very confused about what was going on. He tried to remember how he'd gotten here and what exactly "here" was.

He slowly moved to the side of the room, trying to avoid attention while hoping to figure things out. That this was a school of some kind seemed clear by the big "welcome" message and the presence of teachers and school uniforms. But what kind of school kidnaps the students and then locks them in a building and starts shooting at them if they try to get out? Nothing he could see made any sense.

Someone asked about food or water and James realized his mouth was dry. He liked the suggestion and was tempted to wander down one of the halls on his own to try and see what he could find but thinking back on the gunshots he was hesitant to wander aimlessly thinking he could either get shot at himself or he might cause trouble for somebody else.

Still, he was hoping for some answers and he was really thirsty.

"Since this is a school, there's probably a cafeteria or something around. Anybody up for exploring? I'm going to see what I can find."

He walked to the edge of the room and started slowly down the corridor, glancing back over his shoulder to see if anybody would follow. Part of him hoped nobody would go with him...but another part of him didn't want to be alone in this strange place.
 
Ever since they'd all moved Pink Hair to the infirmary, Erica had been sitting in a corner, holding herself. She'd seen and caused some violence in the past couple years, sure... but nothing had prepared her for that full immersion back into her bloody childhood. The gunshots were still booming in her head, her eyes were still red with blood... and it was only through a lot of effort that she was not visibly shaking.

When she heard the guys suggesting a search for food, she immediately raised her head in attention. Hopping to her feet, she ran over to the boy to join him in his expedition. Anything to distract herself from... that.

She stepped up next to him and slowed down to his pace. She was guessing the other guy would follow them, since he was the first to suggest searching for food and water, anyways, so they walked slowly.

"Hey, so... I don't think I caught your name... or anyone's for that matter. "She chuckled nervously, brushing her fringe away from her eyes. "I'm E. Or, uh, you can call me that. Using our names... might not be the best idea. For now. No offense." It was odd for her to be nervous like this, but this was an odd situation, after all.
 
Character name : James
Role : Student
Location: Main hall / Exploring / Cafeteria
Tagging: E
Mentioned : E

James kept walking though he slowed his pace as the girl fell in beside him. Even though part of him wanted to be alone with his thoughts, a larger part of him was nervous and very grateful for some company. Obviously whatever this place was, it was dangerous. He had no idea what they would find.

I'm E. Or, uh, you can call me that. Using our names... might not be the best idea. For now. No offense.

"My name's James"...he replied without really thinking about it, but a moment later the girl's words sank in. Maybe she was right, but then again, what would it matter for her to know his real name. He walked in silence for a bit, lost in thought.

He checked back over his shoulder as they continued down the hall, wondering if anyone else was going to follow them. As they walked, they passed by a couple of doors. He tried opening the ones on the right while E tried opening the ones on the left. They were all locked but had a small window in the door. Peering through they were obviously classrooms. A little farther there was an open door with a light. Inside they saw the pink haired girl laid on a gurney with an oxygen mask and a few tubes and cables monitoring her status. James paused briefly, wondering if she was going to make it. Then he wondered if that fate was waiting for him at the end of all this. The thought made him shudder so he continued on.

"So I assume you also have no idea what's going on here...or how we got here...or even what "here" is, do you?"

Before she had a chance to reply, they came to a large set of double doors. James expected them to be locked as well but when he tried the handle, the door opened and he found himself staring into a large cafeteria. Against the far wall he saw a few large coolers and a glass partition that showed through to a kitchen.

He looked down at E and gave a half smile.

"Looks like maybe we got lucky....let's see if there's anything we can share with the group."
 
Trisha awoke to find herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling with a strange looking thing staring at her. As soon as it saw that her eyes were open though it moved out of sight and she heard loud footsteps as it moved away.

She was still extremely groggy and had a headache, and to top it off she had a bad smell in her nose.

Blinking rapidly she slowly raised herself up into a sitting position and put her head between her legs until the headache passed. Then raising it up she was finally able to look around and see exactly what was going on.

The first thing she noticed was she was definitely not in her own dorm room. In fact she was pretty sure she was not even on Campus any more. The interior of this place looked nothing like any of the buildings they had.

However it had been set up to look like a school. Indeed some of the people she could see where even dressed like students.

Looking down she was shocked to discover she was dressed in the same uniform. Who the hell had undressed her and dressed her in these clothes. Hell even her underwear had been changed. Shuddering at that she looked around more and saw a large metal door, and that the windows were covered in metal blinds. So whatever else this place was obviously they were not free to leave.

Trisha started to rock back and forth a little. Sure she might know how to handle herself in a fight thanks to her brothers, but something like this was just a little bit above her. Last night she had been studying in the library at school and now she was locked up here. God she wished her brother was here. He would know what to do, he always did.
 
Character: George
Role: Teacher/Public Enemy #1
Tagging: Aaron, Eric, Erica, Demri, Kaden & John

George duked his head and released the door as shots rang out, somewhere in the far wall a panel slid down and a machine gun lit up the pink-haired girl with rounds. “Shit!” George grunted, getting back up quickly. Just what the fuck was going on? It seemed pretty obvious from the response from the peanut gallery that the consensus among the others was that this was his fault, which made less than no sense. Yet somehow, everyone else seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of exactly where they were and what was going on… which was clearly impossible, unless there was some sort of orientation that George had missed.

When one of the guys dressed like him shouted about restraint (like they weren’t already restrained enough), George turned to him aggressively. It wasn’t his criticism that reignited George’s rage, it was what he said next. A teacher? No, that wasn’t right at all. This fucker knew something about who put them here and what was going on.

“A teacher? Who told you I’m a fucking teacher? You know too much not to be involved… I didn’t even finish school, shit-bird. You’d better start talking, otherwise…” George trailed off as some black-haired little girl took up the chorus of shit talking, calling him a moron and an imbecile, “and fuck you too, bitch. Whoever brought us here undressed us while we were unconscious, if they wanted us dead we’d be that. As far as you know you’ve been fucking raped, shit—as far as I know, I’ve been raped. I’m not just going to stand here like a tit on a fucking bull. I’m trying to find a way out of this, bitch.”

George already made up his mind that he didn’t like any of these people. They were all much too complacent with a situation that clearly could have killed them. He wanted to do something to help Pinky but she was already swarmed and the one who seemed much too at ease with the situation not to be involved seemed to be helping, further inclining George to think that he was involved. He also seemed much more interested in stripping and flirting with Pinky than really helping her.

Eventually, though, the collected crew managed to get her (more or less) stabilized and back to what was apparently an infirmary, which made George feel a little better. Though he was still VERY suspicious of the guy who’d called him a teacher, he had to admit that he did the right thing by Pinky, which only seemed to further his suspicions. He was reminded of that movie with Elisha Cuthbert, where she was kidnapped and held hostage and her kidnapper posed as another hostage to gain her trust and plow her guts. That seemed as likely an explanation as any for why Mr. Stone took everything so neatly in stride.

George himself, was more concerned with the panel in the wall. There was some real-deal, high-level engineering behind this place. He moved over to the panel where the gun had come from and tapped it with the back of his hand, it sounded metallic… he looked around, spotting a closed circuit camera in the far corner of the room. He pressed himself against the wall next to the panel and flipped the camera the middle finger. He wondered if the gun could pivot all the way 180*. He felt pretty confident that he could dismantle the hinge before it managed to—

George jumped nearly out of his skin when Greenie came up to him. He was glad that he hadn’t actually followed through on his plan to release the gun. He needed to try it when no one was around…

“I’m fine.” George muttered curtly, “but thanks… Hey, listen. I’m sorry for being… I dunno, rude I guess, earlier. But you look strong enough. Why are you just rolling over and taking this shit? Who knows what kind of sick shit whoever brought us here has planned? Instead of trying to figure out how to play their game, we need to be figuring a way out of this fucking place… whoever rigged that door has no plans of letting us leave peacefully.”

There were more people returning to this common space now, but even though George decided the moment was wrong for his plan to reclaim the gun that shot down Pinky, he decided to stay pressed against the wall, just beside the panel where the gun had sprung from. For all he knew, there were others, but he wouldn’t be taken by surprise again.

“Now THERE is a good question!” George exclaimed, gesturing to the young man who’d mentioned food and water, “dehydration can kill us as surely as a bullet. The sick fucks who put us here might just want to watch us die slow.”

When the other guy asked for volunteers to explore, though, George clammed back up. The place was clearly rigged with traps… he was going to stay right in his corner, out of the range of the gun until he had to move. He spotted the blonde on the other side of the room smoking, remembering how good a smoke sounded.

“Hey, excuse me. You think I could bum one of those from you?” he asked across the room, remaining pressed against the wall, beside the panel that concealed the machine gun. “if you stay close to the walls I think you’re in the clear.”

George still had no clue what the fuck was in store for him or what he was going to do, but one thing that he knew for sure was that he wasn’t going to play along with whatever sick kind of school-house play-time shit his captors had planned for him.
 
"You can if you come over and get one. But I don't want to move anymore than you do." Demri called back to the man who'd addressed her. He was big, muscular and covered with tattoos. He wouldn't look half bad if he had a better haircut. He seemed to be pressed up against that wall for a reason. Plus the fact that he said she'd be clear. He was probably talking about the gun. And if the gun was built into the wall instead of pulled out of someone's pocket, well this place was getting more weird and dangerous by the minute.

Demri stood up, and moved towards tattoos, sticking close to the wall as she did so. Once she arrived she handed him a cigarette, and offered on to the green haired guy, before taking one for herself. "So do you know why we're here?" Demri asked tattoos, looking him up and down. "Going to teach us students a lesson? Or are you just as innocent as everyone else?" She asked nonchalantly, taking a drag from her cigarette.
 
Character name :Kaden
Role : Teacher
Tagged E & James


Kaden looked as two others went ahead and he followed better then to do nothing. He heard them talking and he noticed her name was E and his name was James. He trailed a bit behind them not wanting to interrupt in there convo as his mind was wandering and thinking about the how and who and what this all could mean.

He was thinking why they made him a teacher he was a gym teacher and fitness coach. Then again some of the others didn't seemed teachers as well.

He walked after the others and saw a cafeteria thing he looked to the others.
"Hey I'm gonna go ahead already and bring some stuff some really looked like they could used a sip ." He says as he picks up as much as he could carry and start walking back to the others. There arrived he putted the bottles on the ground and shared them.
 
Character: George
Role: Teacher
Tagging: Demri

George smiled for the first time since waking up in this strange building when the girl said that she wanted to move as much as he did. It made sense—since there was no telling what other traps sat between them.

“Well, the only gun that we know about for sure comes out of the wall right here… if you stick close to the walls you ought to be fine, and this corner over here is probably the safest spot. It’s in the blind spot of the gun and that camera,” George remarked, indicating the gun panel and the camera above his head, “but it’s not like I even know where all the traps or cameras are. Still, you’re better off over here with the devils we know.”

George was glad to see her sticking close to the walls as she crossed the dubious space to join him in the corner below the camera. He borrowed her lighter to ignite the end of his cigarette. He had just managed to quit a few weeks ago, so that first puff just tasted so damn good. He sighed as he blew out the smoke, it tasted so damn good.

“Yeah, I’m about as much of a teacher as you are an innocent little schoolgirl,” George chuckled, appraising the girl out of the corner of his eye, “don’t tell me you’re actually considering playing along with this fucking make-believe schoolhouse shit.”

George continued smoking while he began mentally mapping the ceiling, scanning for other cameras besides the one that the three of them had gathered under.

“No… not me. I’m getting the fuck out of here or I’m gonna die trying.”
 
"You'll probably die then." Demri said flatly. "They have machine guns built into the walls and robots. You have nothing. They kidnapped us and brought us here without the slightest problem..." Demri flicked some ash at him. "... Whoever we're dealing with already has us outmatched. They won. Game over. Bug versus shoe. We might as well play along. Maybe it's some weird reality show. Or a sex thing. You look like you wouldn't have a problem being watched." Demri said, her toneless voice almost sounding knowing. "Who knows? Maybe if we play the game, we get payed." She said, her eyes looking up at the camera thoughtfully.

After a moment of thinking Demri stepped out of the corner and into the camera's line of sight. "Hey!" She shouted, waving her arms until the camera was pointed at her. "We know you're watching, so how about some direction? Your evil plans? Something? I'm fucking bored." She said to the whoever was behind the camera, before moving back into the corner. "Maybe that will move things along." She said, puffing on her cigarette.
 
Character Name: Erica
Role: Student
Location: Cafeteria
Tagging: James, Kaden

"Looks like maybe we got lucky....let's see if there's anything we can share with the group."
Erica returned the smile to the guy and nodded. She hadn't noticed it before, but she was quite thirsty, and a little peckish.

"Hey I'm gonna go ahead already and bring some stuff some really looked like they could used a sip."
She turned around to see the guy that had suggested the exploration in the first place. She hadn't noticed him following them from a slight distance.
"Oh, hey there. Uh, yeah, you do that. Might be best to get everybody over here where the food is, actually."

She talked to James while she grabbed a soda and a sandwich. "Maybe we should explore some more. If this is a school, there's gotta be an outdoors area, for PE and stuff, if nothing else... We might be able to get out there. And I think we could all use a bit of sunlight, no?" Then she had a realization. "Actually, you think there might be some tools in a closet or something? Maybe we can disable that gun, or even open the door... We might find all sorts of useful stuff!" She'd never thought about it, but you could find all sorts of things in a school. Probably everything they'd need. Then again, she doubted their kidnappers would leave those tools just laying around, waiting for them to find them and escape, but there was chance. Right?
 
Character Name: James
Role: Student
Location: Cafeteria, halls, gym
Tagging: Erica

James found a soda and quickly took a few swallows. He knew it was psychological but he felt like the sugar and caffeine took almost immediate effect and he felt more alive. In any case, his throat felt better and he felt a bit calmer. He watched as E grabbed a soda and a sandwich for herself.

She was pretty...a bit harsh around the edges perhaps but he figured that was probably due to the stress of the morning. In different circumstances he might have tried to buy her a drink or ask her to dance at a club.

"Maybe we should explore some more. If this is a school, there's gotta be an outdoors area, for PE and stuff, if nothing else... We might be able to get out there. And I think we could all use a bit of sunlight, no?" ... "Actually, you think there might be some tools in a closet or something? Maybe we can disable that gun, or even open the door... We might find all sorts of useful stuff!"

He caught himself staring but as she spoke he shook himself back to reality. This was not the time to think about anything but figuring a way out. Her suggestions about finding a way outdoors and finding tools sounded good.

"Good thinking. Let's see if we can find a custodian closet or the gym. The custodian probably has plenty of tools that could help and the gym might have a way outside. Even if they don't, we might be able to find something to help us."

He grabbed another soda and a banana and scanned the cafeteria. In the kitchen area he spotted a bunch of cooking utensils: spatulas, spoons but most importantly a few knives. Excitedly he moved into the kitchen. They were very dull and he doubted they would cut bread...or even butter, but he picked them up anyway and handed one to E.

"Better than nothing I guess. Let's see what else we can find."

He walked across the cafeteria to try the set of doors on the other side. Somewhat surprisingly he found them unlocked. He checked to see that E was with him and he walked into the hallway.

They continued checking each door. Most were classrooms. They did pass one room that didn't have a window like the classrooms but it was also locked.

"This might be a supply closet of some kind. After what happened in the commons room, I'm not sure I want to try forcing it open though. Let's remember where it is and we can come back to it."

He continued walking a few steps down to another door with no window but looked back to see that E was still looking at the locked door in front of her. James was worried she might try to get in somehow and end up in the same situation as the other girl. He wasn't sure what to say.

Turning back to the door he'd stopped by he noticed that this one had a small plaque next to it labeled "Custodian". Trying the knob, he felt it turn in his hand.

"Hey E", he called back. "This one's unlocked and claims to be the custodian's room."
 
character name :Kaden
role :Teacher
Location : walkway , main hall
Tagging : Eric; E , Trisha
Mentioned : Trisha


He was back in the main hall and he looked around people forming groups and duo's. Then he saw it he saw a girl curled up and rocking herself. Before he headed over there he grabbed a bottle of water and then looked at her lowering himself at one knee.

" Hey are you okay there ? I know this is a horrible place to wake up in but you really need to drink at least something and try to move around so your bosy stays warm in here."

He looked around to see who else he could see and he saw the skinny girl talking with tattoo guy, James was following him back here with E , Aaron went missing in action and pink haired chick was getting fixed up.

He looked around to see who was still left and he felt the need of wanting to explore more but he didn't wanted to to leave her alone.
 
Gardenia’s POV.

Gardenia looked at Kade, her mechanical eyes adjusted as she took in this question. “There are some things I do not have permission to divulge, however as the school nurse it is my duty to provide assistance where I can. There are supplements in the nurse’s office. There is a cafeteria. The kitchens are restocked with fresh fruits and vegetables weekly.”

Eric’s POV

“Well, I was still pretty much processing the situation. I was the first person to wake up. Then Mr. Stone was the first person I saw, then… the woman with the pink hair. I don’t think I got her name.” He paused to think, his eyes darting back over to the blood stained door. He looked down at his shirt, there was even some blood on him. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic. No offense to the woman but for all he knew, she could have been infected with AIDS. The thought made his skin crawl.

Soon the big burly guy was distracted by the talk of food and water, and then it seemed like another student had also found a pack of smoke. Weren’t school not supposed to encourage smoking? He shrugged. What did it fucking matter? George was right, they shouldn’t be playing school-house. They should try to learn more about their situation and try to get out.

Eric’s eyes scanned the area. Everyone was awake and talking amongst themselves, others went investigating. Eric wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. In addition to the cameras, Eric notice there was also a monitor in the room. It was currently turned off. He was sure that would come into play sooner or later.

He figured that he should probably start getting to know the others. He walked and talked with Kade but he didn’t think they exchanged names. When he found him, he was appearing to comfort some girl who wasn’t really adjusting to her new surroundings.

“She gonna be ok?” Eric couldn’t see her face, otherwise he would have been the first one by her side. Trisha was his sister after all.
 
The Monitors

In every room of the school is a monitor, hooked up high on the wall and out of reach of the students and teachers. All of them turn on, and a tone plays, indicating that an announcement was soon to follow.

As the image started to come into focus, a strange voice is heard coming from the speakers.

"Meowmoew! Is this thing on?" The voice was rather high pitched and annoying, like a child on too much sugar.

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Monitor

"HEEEEEEEELLLLLLOOOOOO Corruption Academy Students and Faculty. We are so glad to have you enrolled and participating in our elite prooooogram. I image that you all must have some questions and I promise that each and every one of them will be answered... eh if I feel like it. Everyone, please report to the auditorium for orientation!"

Nurse Gardenia stood and started to walk in the direction of where her programming told her that the Headmaster wanted the students and teachers to meet.

"Everyone is required to attend this orientation, except for Ms. Mason since she is currently in recovery. Thank you Nurse Gardenia for your tender care to one of our beloved teachers!" It was a really fucking annoying voice, but then its tone changed completely with the next words it spoke. "Anyone who does not attend or follow the rules, will suffer the same fate as Ms. Mason... or worse." And then right back to annoying "SO LETS ALL HAVE AN AWESOMELY PURRRRRRRRFECT SCHOOL EXPERIENCE, OOOOOKAY!?"

Then the monitors shut off and there was nothing bit the sound of Gardenia's foot steps as she walked down the hall.
 
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charter name : Kaden
Role: Teacher
Location main hall
Taggin Eric

“She gonna be ok?” He looked up and saw the same guy as before he seemed okay.

"Yeah I think she will be fine I think she just got scared but so far she hasn't said anything. By the way the name is Kaden I think I'm supposed to be a teacher in this wacko place ," he said as he reached out with his hand.

After that announcement he was intrigued and didn't trusted it at all on the other hand he didn't wanted bullets through him either.
His hand felt over the scars on his chest.
No once was enough. He looked around to see what the others there reaction was. And couldn't help from where he knew this scenario it seemed oddly familiar to him he just couldn't put his finger on it.
 
Character Name: Aaron Stone
Role: Teacher
Location: Music Room

Aaron didn't know what he was looking for until he found it, at the end of a long hallway. The room wasn't laid out like a typical classroom, there were chairs arranged on three low tiers. The chairs were the sort that had a fold out desk top, but the desk tops were folded away, giving the classroom a more casual and comfortable feel, but it was the piano, front and center that gave him the sense of being at home.

He sat down on the polished black bench and ran his fingers over the keys, perfectly tuned. He began playing from memory, a concert piece he had first began learning when he was 12. One of Chopin's Etudes, from Op. 10. It was the only piece of classical music he could play from memory. He let the swiftly rising notes, weave a protective shell around him, and slowly he felt himself begin to calm and center.

He wasn't even a third of the way through the piece when the monitor started talking at him. He didn't stop playing, but he didn't ignore the message either. Punishment for failure to attend. He wasn't sure if he cared or not. No, he cared. He wasn't ready to die yet, but he also didn't believe THEY would really kill him either. It would have been so much easier to kill him on the outside than to go through all of the trouble of bringing him here. Still THEY might harm the others, and Aaron didn't want to see that happen. He would go, as soon as he finished playing. Music rooms were usually close to the auditorium anyway.

While he was in his safe cocoon of music his thoughts had more clarity than usual. He was able to consider his own sanity. Aaron knew that he wasn't sane, that's why he agreed to the pills, but his captors also knew that he wasn't sane, they'd replaced his pills after all... but how crazy was he really now that he knew that THEY really had been out to get him. Crazy or not he decided that he would do his best to look out for the people trapped here with him. Some of them may not be what they appear to be, but they couldn't all be his enemies either, and even one friend could make the difference between survival and death, keeping it together and unraveling completely.

He finished playing and walked to the auditorium feeling more or less together and in control of himself. He would explore the music room in more depth after whatever it was that he was going to in the auditorium. He might even move one of the beds there, it was certainly a more comfortable space than the place where they'd all woken up. He didn't want to sleep in line of sight of that glaring metal door. The music room didn't even have windows (for the acoustics) so it was one of the few places that didn't look like a prison.
 
Character Name: Erica
Role: Student
Location: Hallway, Auditorium
Tagging: James

Erica turned from the locked windowless door and hopped over to the one James was showing her. She looked at it for a second. She had a bad feeling about it... she didn't want to open it, not after what happened the last time someone tried to open a door.
"...You open it." She muttered, biting her lip, to which James started protesting. "What? You're the man, right?... I'm scared." She explained, setting her 'cuteness level' as high as she could.

However, perhaps to James' benefit, a monitor nearby on the wall sprung to life right then. As the voice made its announcement, Erica had chills running down her spine. That person sounded absolutely demented... And what the hell was that stupid cat pun?! This is no time for puns, gods damn it!

"Come on, let's get to the auditorium before... we end up like Pink Hair." Or rather, Ms. Mason, she thought as she grabbed the boy by the wrist and started running in search of the auditorium. Hearing the sounds of metalic footsteps, they found the nurse and followed her there.
 
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Gardenia POV

Gardenia had diligently woken everyone up. There was just one finale person. A young woman dressed as a student. She was more curvy than the others, but size really didn't matter to Gardenia. What mattered was waking everyone up.

With one hand she slipped it under the unconscious girl's head, her fingers woven through the dark locks of hair. Gardenia took the smelling salts and lightly waved them under the girl's nose. She waited for a few moments, her eyes literary scanning the human as she woke.

"Final Pupil has emerge from their drug induced sleep. Task complete."
 
Kate gasped and slowly opened her eyes. Where was she? The last thing she remembered she was at home. Working on her... Project. So how did she end up here? Her thoughts were interrupted when she realized someone was holding her. Kate's eyes focused and her pale eyes met a pair of deep purple ones. These eyes were odd... Because they weren't human. Kate studied the face, her eyes growing wide in realization. This wasn't a human woman. She was so much better than human. She was a machine. She was Kate's dream. She was perfect, and Kate almost fainted again. This being was what Kate had spent her life trying to create. She spoke, and Kate's heart skipped a beat. A beautiful feminine computerized voice, similar to the one Kate used a home. A voice Kate programmed to speak to her. To tell her beautifully perverted things while she was fucked by one of her mechanical lovers. But Kate's simple constructs were nothing compared to her.

The robot woman began to let go of Kate, but she quickly latched onto the nurse. "Wait! I have so many questions..." Kate breathed, her fingers tracing the lifelike skin. "Who built you? Can you... Are you aware? Do you have a name?" Kate asked. Kate didn't care that she'd been drugged, possibly raped, dressed in a too small school girl uniform, and left in this strange place. No, none of that mattered. All that mattered was that Kate was staring her dream in the face.
 
Gardenia's POV

"I am unable to provide that information," she said, regarding her questions on who made her. "I am Gardenia13. I am the assigned Nurse at this school." The robot explained coldly, since she wasn't able to really convey emotion. She knew what emotion was, but she did not feel feelings.

As Gardenia was making her way to the auditorium, she didn't seem to be weighted down by the girl at all. She continued moving like it was nothing to the area that the monitors told them to go. Of course she knew who was behind this. She know everything but she did not have the permission to provide that to the students and teachers.
 
Kate wracked her brain trying to think of more questions. Gardenia responded in real time! What if she was an AI!? Kate's mind ran with the possibilities. Kate was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even notice Gardenia had been carrying her, until she was gently placed in an auditorium seat. Kate noticed several other people, but they were irrelevant. Only Gardenia mattered. "Gardenia, are you allowed to provide me with information on you operating system? On your hardware? I'm very curious about you. Are you an AI? Can you think?" Kate asked eagerly, her curious fingers exploring Gardenia's arms and hands.
 
Gardenia had taken a seat next to Kate as the woman played with her arm and hand. It looked like on the exterior she was a normal human however there were fine scar lines in certain places on her body for when her creator needed to do maintenance. If Kates reaction to her had surprised Gardenia, her face didn't show it.

"My operating system is very complex. I was my creators 13th attempt at a conscious machine. I think, logically. I can usually predict outcomes with the extensive algorithms within my program. I also have vast medical knowledge." Which was why her creator put her in the school. "I do not have any grasp on human emotion. I can physically feel, but I am aware that I am a tool. I have certain directives I must follow."

That was about all that she could say. Gardenia turned her head to Kate and scanned the girl, took in her inquisitive nature but also how she really did not take any mind about where she was or the other humans.

"Do you feel distress? Are you aware of the current situation you have woken in?"
 
She could feel! Physical sensations! It took all of Kate's will power not to rip off her clothes and fuck Gardenia right there. But Kate kept her composure. She still had so much more to learn. "I hadn't given it much thought really. Everything but you is irrelevant right now." Kate said, gently massaging Gardenia's palm to test her pleasure receptors. Kate wondered if Gardenia felt pleasure. If she could become aroused. If she could cum... God that was a sexy thought. A robot achieving orgasm. Kate couldn't care less what was going on around here. As long as she was alive and had access to Gardenia, she'd be happy.

"Can you tell me more about the directives you must follow? Have you been programmed to react like a human would? Say... If someone removed your clothing? How would you react to that?" Kate asked, still massaging Gardenia's palms.
 
Before Gardenia could answer her first question, her creator was already instructing her what to say. "Only to assist students and faculty in the games... and to participate.

Kate's second set of questions made her pause as she considered each situation where her clothing is removed, and her logic brought her to ask Kate a followup question. "Do you mean to ask if I have a sexual reactions? If one was to just simply remove my clothes, it would be no different than an exam, however if the act was in a sexual nature, then my body would react accordingly."

Gardenia hadn't stopped her analysis. She could detect the pheromones in the air that were coming off of this girl, an indication that she was aroused. Interesting. Gardenia was already predicting that this girl might possibly one of the few that might live longer than others.

"The others should get here soon... or else the Headmaster will make good on their stipulations."
 
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