<i>Elm raises his head, slowly acknowledging what's going on.</i> It's too early to deal with this. <i>He puts his head back down, drifting off.</i><div class='edited'>(edited by ElmTully)</div>

&quot;Well so far, the ideas are TV show, hostages or human trafficking. And apparently we're in a school.&quot;

&quot;I've got 5 older siblings, and even my younger siblings are more responsible than me. I don't have to worry.&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by ElmTully)</div>

&quot;Also, wouldn't you need to know the time to feel jetlag? What time is it? The windows are boarded up and there are no clocks.&quot;

<i>Elm calms back down.</i> &quot;I feel targeted.&quot;

&quot;No, not a big sports guy. Sorry.&quot;

&quot;Thanks, I guess... Wait, Ultimate Mechanic? I didn't think Jin was close by when I was in the library...&quot; <i>Elm walks away from the mostly monochromatic bear, and finds his room. Unsurprisingly, the key fits and he hears the *click* of the lock coming undone. As he opens the door, he feels disappointed seeing a plain room.</i> &quot;I was hoping my room would have some clue as to what my talent is.&quot; <i>In the room there's a double bed, a dresser, closet, full-body mirror, a small couch and a coffee table. There's also a door next to the front door, presumably the bathroom.</i> &quot;Okay, let's see what this baby says.&quot; <i>Elm uncrumpled the note, reading what's inside.</i>

“I blame the newbie, who called us idiots despite not knowing a single thing. I’m in possession of <b>the quarter</b>, so you best not mess with me.” <i>Elm turns to Setsuna, putting out a hand.</i> “Elm, by the way. I’m Elm.”<div class='edited'>(edited by ElmTully)</div>

“Hey, I’m guessing you’re idiot 1 and 2.”

&quot;What? Did you just call me a fucktoy? Well I'm sorry that I'm trying to rationalize a situation that clearly makes no sense!&quot;