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The distress call spanned a mile radius, alerting updated signet rings and senshi phones alike to the distress of one of their own. The signal itself emanated from a single, standalone building perched in the older vicinities of Destiny City University. Marked by obviously aged pillars and a rust-worn sign, the gymnasium stood as an eyesore compared to the state-of-the-art hall on the opposite end of the campus.

Opened in 1965, the Price Hall Gymnasium was the default location for commencement ceremonies, however, Price Hall ceased to do so with the completion of newer, state of the art facilities in the early 2000s. The building is the practice home to some of the DCU athletic offices, varsity arena, natatorium, weight room, training room, classrooms and other facilities (laundry and sports medicine) used by Dragon student-athletes and the campus community. Price Hall's hardwood court is the current practice arena of the DCU Dragon's men and women's basketball and volleyball teams, while adjacent to the main arena, the first floor includes 10 locker rooms and the main athletic equipment room. There's extendable bleachers with additional gallery seating for 250. The second floor features the athletic office and space for all the varsity programs.

The lower floor housed the court itself, taped off for different ball practices and sealed beneath a heavy layer of wax. Different dark blue metal doors branched off from the main area and flanking the bleacher sets to lead to locker rooms, laundry, and a pair of double doors offered access to miscellaneous gym equipment.

In the locker rooms, a large water spill left the floors slick and difficult for traversing (especially in heels). However, a stack of wet rags sat heaped up on the countertop, perfect for use in whipping fellow teammates. Soap bars were copious in number and perfect for slicking up the main area of the courts.

In the laundry facilities, beyond the numerous towels in varying states of cleanliness or mouldering, half-full boxes of industrial detergent sat atop the machines. On the boxes were printed warnings indicating the imminent need to wash one’s eyes should any of the powdered material come into contact with the mucous membranes. The washers and dryers themselves were both front-loading and large enough to stash a standard-sized human during attempts at hazing. This had occurred often enough to warrant a large warning printed and taped to the front of each machine, discouraging unsavory activities around the laundry facilities.

The athletic equipment room, while carelessly not locked, housed a fair selection of old and used tennis rackets, hockey sticks, lacrosse sticks, baseballs, tennis balls, basketballs, dodgeballs, volleyballs, and a selection of leftover supplies from older sports. A pair of croquet mallets sat dusty and neglected in the corner, while the remaining supplies found meticulous arrangement on metal racks. The balls in particular were stored on a device that permitted dispensation of all balls by simply flipping down a metal latch.

Senshi and agents are both permitted to filter in through the unlocked gym doors, which will remain unlocked throughout the duration of the event. Senshi and knights should have already received their distress signal, and are more than welcome to drop in at any time! Negaverse agents will be quoted in once there is need to call on them!

All members in this ORP are permitted to make use of the items listed in the laundry rooms, locker rooms, equipment room, and the bleachers themselves. Feel free to haze your enemies in typical college style!

Once again, this ORP has no set end date, but it is meant to be a quick and easy event culminating in the capture and corruption of Sandrine. Any other potential disasters are fair game!

Any questions or comments can be PMed to Ivynian or myself (Strickenized).
(“baaaallllllllllls”)

Reserved for notable field changes!

And OPEN!

Sandrine, White Moon

Facing the equipment doors, Sandrine pocketed phone and threw them wide to look inside. He's sticking by me. At least there's someone with some integrity.

"You're a badass for sticking around and if this all goes south, I'll do my best to keep you safe. I throw swords. Like...longswords for Executions. Senshi of Execution. They're made of blood and last for one hit and you autolob it like a rpg missle or something. I can do it twice, so if you snag it and can make stabby of some-sort two that's like all kinds of swords to slice and dice with. "

"The call was a general alarm, I think. I never used it before. " The basic senshi grabbed a whole net bag of basket balls and drug it out like it was going to be a mace. "You might want a hockey stick. Those things are pretty wicked on ice. Sticks don't need reloading. Can you jump up to the scoreboard? Hide up there and get them from behind with the swords. They'll be looking at me first. We can't assume help is going to come fast, so we have to work fast to do some damage."

"Hey, you got a name?"
You came to warn me. I guess you already know I'm Jack. He's really going to help me? Against his own brother. Shale, you arsebiscuit.

Into the gym, then. Elsa grit his teeth. This was likely to get messy in close quarters, even if this wasn't exactly the tiniest building on campus. His first instinct was to go for the locker room, to see if there were mirrors present, but he was acutely conscious that anything involving going off by himself might be seen as an act of sabotage.

God, why did politics have to be so <******** complicated?

"You go left, I'll go right?" He suggested. There were two auras blooming in there - he wrinkled his nose. "It...feels like she's got one of your Senshi with her?" Because the aura he felt was Senshi, and Chaos, but it wasn't the cool-glass feeling of his fellow Dark Mirrors. It crackled, the way Negaverse auras crackled in his mind. "Friend or, uh, problem?"

If it was a problem, he was going to find a solid object and bang his head against it once this was all over. There did not need to be extra magical complications.

She had a box of the laundry detergent clutched to her chest, the whole top ripped off. Using her ungloved hand, she fluffed her fingers into the powder, but her mask prevented her from doing more than smelling the lavender-fresh of the detergent.

Keep out of contact with eyes. She knew what that meant, and if this was going to go the way it was supposed to go, then... well, a broom was going to get her precisely nowhere. She considered her weapon, the green broom leaning against the bleacher on which she sat. Maybe if she wanted some airtime... She held up her hands, checked them out. The powder between her fingers was gritty and gross.

She wanted Umber to like her. She wanted him to think of her as useful... wanted them all to think of her as useful. Sandrine would be one of them soon, on the right side of the war, part of the family. As long as she did her part... which was to keep anyone away from Sandrine. Make sure she got where she had always been meant to be.

Bolton could do that. She could.

Never one to back down from a fight, the distress call was siren to the Senshi of Silence. He'd never gotten an all-call like that before but set himself moving to answer it - hopefully he would not be the only one.

Approaching the familiar university he read multiple signatures, of all sorts - including at least one familiar one. Aegir grinned and skidded into sight of the old building in time to see a door kicked in and a familiar face slinking in after the more energetic door-crasher. Mont Blonc's answered the call, huh? Good. He could follow after Eurydike and his friend, quiet and wary - this might be exciting (in the sort of way that made your stomach go sidewise with knots) but he wasn't stupid.

That distress call had been for a reason. There were monsters here.

Glitnir was alerted to an SOS call via his ring on his way home from a patrol. It seemed to be coming from somewhere on the DCU campus; the problem was that he was unsure of where. Bumbling around would get him nowhere. There was, however, an alternative solution. He could feel the pull of auras in the direction of the old gymnasium, and as he got closer, he could tell they were both Order and Chaos auras. Something big was going down.

Meanwhile, Cor Caroli had wanted to stay off the DCU campus over the summer. He didn't need to go to school, so why should he have to? When his senshi phone went off with a distress call that seemed to be coming from on campus, he certainly was alarmed. He couldn't leave this alone, even if he was kind of useless in a fight. Defensive magic could nonetheless come in handy here, especially if people's energy began to flag. As he followed the distress signal and approached the pull of auras, he spotted a familiar red toga heading in the same direction. "Hey, Glitnir!"

Glitnir turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. Ah, right, this was the one he met after the Luna Bay fiasco. "Cor Caroli?"

"You bet!" Cor Caroli caught up to Glitnir. "There's trouble over there, by the old gymnasium. Can you feel all those auras? And I'm also getting a distress signal on my phone."

"I got the distress signal, too. And I definitely feel those auras. Come on, we've got to see what's up. Get ready for another fight." Glitnir charged off in the direction of the auras, leaving Cor Caroli chasing after him and begging him to wait up.

It seemed that the senshi and Knight duo had come a bit late to the party; someone had already kicked the doors in, allowing for easy entrance. Glitnir sensed a big Chaos aura from within. "I think they've got a General in here," he said.

"Well s**t-"

Glitnir shushed Cor Caroli before he could speak more. "Let's go in." They did, and so entered the fray.

Hyperborea got the distress signal and began racing towards the source. She had never gotten a general distress call before so she assumed this was serious.

She ran as fast as her Squire level speed would take her. She arrived at the DCU campus specifically their old gym. She was already worried there were alot of different auras here both chaos and order. There was a general here as well.

The doors were already kicked open. "Well merde." She said to herself activating her aspect. She didn't think using her magic in a closed space would be a good idea because she could sense allies here and didn't want to risk blinding them too. She was enveloped by the silvery sheen of Cosmos.

"Well here goes nothing." She said before charging into the fray