[Day 1 - ME] Welcome to Elite Academy

[Dapper Dog]

The Elite Academy House was ready for the contestants, the crew was in place and the camera were online. They were directed to the large living room where there was plenty of seating available for all involved.

The interior was slick and clean and very modern, with a black marble like theme for most surfaces. On the walls were pictures and artwork of the UNJE Elites and UN projects from around the world.

OOC: Open to Contestants.

[Iris Pythia]

Iris arrived about 15 minutes after the event started wearing baggy pants over a shirt and a leather jacket with a Greek flag across the back (one of her many aunts' many terrible ideas).

There's tension in her shoulders and her smile is uncomfortable even as she allows several eyes to open and flutter on her cheeks as she gasps at the entryway in view of the cameras.

...Not that she hadn't spent the past week peering into every crook and cranny of the House, but hey, everyone likes a little whimsy.

Crushing a drink in a death grip she awkwardly moved to the side to try and find somewhere unobtrusive.

[Thousand Miles]

Miles arrived shortly after, suddenly appearing from thin air in the foyer with a *peng* sound. He wore denim shorts and a “Fish Eagles” T-shirt, and carried a navy blue duffel bag for luggage.

“Oh, hello,” he said in passable Greek as he saw Iris. He had a slight British accent. “I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think we’ve met. They call me Thousand Miles.” He dipped a small bow, still holding the duffel.

[Ayana Kebede]

Ayana had a backpack over her shoulder with clothes and the essentials. She looked around the room and the rather well appointed house and nodded with approval. She was really doing this. She was really about to let her whole life be made into a reality show.

She hoped it would be worth it.

[Babble]

There was a short pause before the next contestant walked in. Adjusting his hood and carrying a duffle bag on his shoulder, Arturo entered, gave a broad smile, and waved.

"Kumusta?" He greeted everyone in Cebuano and sat at the end of one of the couches.

[Iris Pythia]

Miles arrived shortly after, suddenly appearing from thin air in the foyer with a *peng* sound. He wore denim shorts and a “Fish Eagles” T-shirt, and carried a navy blue duffel bag for luggage.

“Oh, hello,” he said in passable Greek as he saw Iris. He had a slight British accent. “I’ve seen you around, but I don’t think we’ve met. They call me Thousand Miles.” He dipped a small bow, still holding the duffel.

Iris' mouth drops open every slightly and then her expression brightens.

"You speak Greek! Hah, you should have said hello earlier."

She sets her drink downs and offers a hand after a fraction's hesitation as the other elite bows.

"It is a pleasure, Thousand Miles. I think I have a picture of you somewhere, but now it will mean a little more. I'm Iris Pythia. I guess we're going to be housemates?"

An eye open on the back of her neck and scans the other new arrivals."

[Thousand Miles]

"Bet! Nice to meet you!" Miles said cheerfully. "Yeah, it's giving a reality TV 'pack them all into one place and film them' kinda vibe. Usually the most drama on those shows comes from making friends or making enemies. I figure I'd rather make friends, if that works for you ... ?"

[Uri-el]

Uri-el struggled with subtleties, and while Malik might have been naturally quite shy, there was little he could do to soften the visual of the six-winged fiery-eyed man coming through the front door. He scanned the room, seeming to shrink withing the folds of his wings, Caulfield-style.

"Ah...hello?" he said in Egyptian-accented English. He stood awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure where exactly to turn.

[Iris Pythia]

"Bet! Nice to meet you!" Miles said cheerfully. "Yeah, it's giving a reality TV 'pack them all into one place and film them' kinda vibe. Usually the most drama on those shows comes from making friends or making enemies. I figure I'd rather make friends, if that works for you ... ?"

"Yeah....yeah I thought it might be like that."
She grimaces slightly pick her drink back up and takes a long sip.

"Definitely rather friend up than fallout. Uggh, I'm about to become way too familiar with everyone's....everything. But yeah, happy to shoot for friends. But if you play loud music or use a blender before 8am you'd best have some immortality tucked away in that teleportation."

Uri-el struggled with subtleties, and while Malik might have been naturally quite shy, there was little he could do to soften the visual of the six-winged fiery-eyed man coming through the front door. He scanned the room, seeming to shrink withing the folds of his wings, Caulfield-style.

"Ah...hello?" he said in Egyptian-accented English. He stood awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure where exactly to turn.

"Hey...dude?" Iris switches over to English and waves at the new arrival.
"Your everything kinda rocks."

[Thousand Miles]

"Only reason I'll use a blender is to make margaritas, in which case I'll invite you over for some," promised Miles, before turning to the new arrival.

"Hello," he said to Uri-el, switching to English as well. "Didn't I see you at the tea shop? Welcome to Elite Academy! They call me Thousand Miles." He gave the winged burning man a small bow. "Iris is right, your aesthetic is fire. Literally!"

[Camilo Batista]

Camilo set down his bags, a well worn gym bag and a little carry-on Samsonite knock off. "Meu Deus! Look at this place." He sank back into an overstuffed couch while taking it all in.

[Uri-el]

"Hey...dude?" Iris switches over to English and waves at the new arrival.
"Your everything kinda rocks."

Malik comically looked down at himself. "Oh! Oh, right. The...yes. Thank you. My name is Malik Bekhit el-Eskandarani. I am to compete here." Burning eyes met Miles'. "Hello, again. I was told later that chai is, in fact, tea. You were gracious."

[Iris Pythia]

Malik comically looked down at himself. "Oh! Oh, right. The...yes. Thank you. My name is Malik Bekhit el-Eskandarani. I am to compete here." Burning eyes met Miles'. "Hello, again. I was told later that chai is, in fact, tea. You were gracious."

"Nice to meet you Malik...Bekhi el-Eskandarani."
Iris allowed everyone at least one full name address.

"I'm Iris Pythia. Do you mind if I look at your wings? Or are they kind of personal?"

[Frankie Reynes]

At some point, Frankie was just... there. No microwave ding sound for her! Though for one brief moment everything in her general vincinity did turn into spaghetti. Not literal spaghetti; or maybe it was; more like every object in a few feet radius was just being extruded out of one of those noodle making machines. Maybe *that's* what it was: noodles. No sauce. Anyway, the moment passed quick enough that most people probably didn't really notice. Especially given how they were distracted by conversations and what not.

Frankie plopped herself down on a couch or whatever seating was available, now perfectly solid and not noodle like; except for Frankie, who looked a bit like a noodle herself as she just let the tension out of her body to do that thing you do when you're not sure if you want to sit or lay down, and just kind of do both at the same time.

[Uri-el]

"Nice to meet you Malik...Bekhi el-Eskandarani."
Iris allowed everyone at least one full name address.

"I'm Iris Pythia. Do you mind if I look at your wings? Or are they kind of personal?"

Malik raised an eyebrow. "I am not opposed to this. They are...well, there is a lot of them," he said by way of warning as he extended them slowly, reaching a wingspan of just over 12 feet.

[Bee Haw]

Bee Haw came in, as Iris was looking at Uri-el's wings.

She was a pretty blonde woman dressed like a cowgirl in a modest yellow western shirt and full skirt that reached past her knees to the tops of her cowboy boots.

"Hey Malik. Good to see you again! Wow, your wings are amazing unfurled like that!"

(And a greeting of recognition for anyone she had by now met during a scene or cafe shift.)

For the rest, still unfamiliar to her, she added: "Hey everybody. I'm Bea Hawkins. Also called Bee Haw. I'm looking forward to getting to know you, and the chance to work together. Where all you all from? I'm from Oklahoma. In the United States."

[Iris Pythia]

Malik raised an eyebrow. "I am not opposed to this. They are...well, there is a lot of them," he said by way of warning as he extended them slowly, reaching a wingspan of just over 12 feet.

Iris blinks and then several eyes open across her forehead and hands, staring unblinking at the massive wings.

Letting out a low whistle. "That's something. Interesting makeup." She absentmindedly pats herself down for a non-existent camera.

The various eyelids slowly close, almost wistfully.
"We'll have to be extra careful in the kitchen I guess, can imagine they make spills a real hassle."

For the rest, still unfamiliar to her, she added: "Hey everybody. I'm Bea Hawkins. Also called Bee Haw. I'm looking forward to getting to know you, and the chance to work together. Where all you all from? I'm from Oklahoma. In the United States."

Iris looks over at the cowgirl, opens her mouth, closes it again and then sort of just nods and mumbles something indistinct about Central Greece.

[Ultimate Frankie]

Frankie didn't need to show off, she teleported into the room with her feet, she walked in. Teleporting was for nerds. She had legs.

She knew how to use them.

Most of the time.

Instead she watched to see if any of these nerds were named Eric Gibson or Gibson Eric.

[Frankie Reynes]

"Yo Franks," she gave a casual wave, but would otherwise let fake Frankie do her own thing. It wasn't like they were identical twins who finished each other's sentences or anything. They were just the same exact person. But not *exactly* the exact same person, because they were *different*. That was superfluous exposition.

Anyway, there was some kind of introduction thing happening it seems. Bee Haw? From Oklahoma? She couldn't tell if that was brilliant or knackers, or both, because one of those terms had no fixed meaning. Right, where we?

She raised a hand when it seemed appropriate for her to have a go at it.

"Hey, it's me, Frankie Reynes. Not to be confused with Frankie Reynes over there. I'll try not to turn anyone into noodles accidentally. I'm from London, noodles are okay, but my favorite food is fish'n'chips because it's a classic, yeah?"

[Babble]

For the rest, still unfamiliar to her, she added: "Hey everybody. I'm Bea Hawkins. Also called Bee Haw. I'm looking forward to getting to know you, and the chance to work together. Where all you all from? I'm from Oklahoma. In the United States."

"Cebu, Phillipines. My name is Arturo."