With the amount of foreign visas Kalopsia Academy sponsored one would have thought they must end up going broke. But with a 1.3 billion dollar endowment to spend on international exchange and students alone, Kalopsia Academy only had money to burn.
The lounge was rather poor compared to it. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Breakfast and Dinner came together here though. With as many condiments as you can see and cold drinks to combat the warmer room temperature. Attendants walked around picking up dishes, grabbing seconds for students and refilling drinks. No one would leave the lounge without being stuffed with something.
August 28th 2020 | 9:30 PM (Central Standard Time
Yasu Kudō arrived in Chicago O’hare International Airport from Tokyo 10 hours after he boarded the plane. Seated in a business class, the flight could only be described as criminally comfortable. Seated thousands of meters in the sky, the cabin offered everything from showers, to wine to hand threaded designer blankets. Kalopsia was making good on their money.
However despite attentive (bordering annoying service), the popping within Yasu’s ears did not easily disappear. Despite this, Yasu was the most courteous person on the plane, minding his manners with complete respect. To say the attendants fought over the respectful and quiet passenger would be an understatement. As others yelled and shouted crude words, Yasu remained silent, the earbuds and movies on the plane providing an excellent distraction.
When he landed in Chicago he headed to the lounge, as directed to him by the useful welcome packet Kalopsia Academy sent all their students, perfectly outlined with direction and how to reach the group once landed. However this perfectly outlined manual could not settle the chaos from the wave of anxiety Kalopsia Academy was under. A leak had ended school early last year, it was shocking. While Chicago was not their final destination, it was a beautiful one. The bustling O’hare airport knew no calm, languages all over the world were spoken as people walked by and it was nothing short of breathtaking. It took a moment until Yasu found the United Airlines Lounge and with a simple flash of his school id, was ushered in.
Enzo Gallen was in his final year of Kalopsia Academy and it was everything. The opportunities were endless and despite the workload and expectations among him, he was determined to finish this year with flying colors. Grinding was essential in House Caesar, the only ones who worked as hard as this house was, perhaps, House Psyke.
The flight was only two hours, but they had another two hours to Long Island, at minimum. First Class was shockingly nice however, despite it only being two hours he had collected a nice amount of things to take with him to the academy. Designer blankets, skincare and even a new watch. These amenities were not unfamiliar to Enzo however, and neither was the airplane or the flight attendants. A comfortable pace was being set back as he reached closer to Kalopsia Academy.
He flipped through the packet in his hands one more time, he had almost memorized it over the past years which is why something new stuck out to him. The page detailing what to do in case of an emergency. While among the most basic of things, had never been included before.
“Stay calm at all times, locate an officer if you fear your life is in danger and show them your school ID.” As if their school ID was a national treasure. It might as well be though, it was your identification and each person had to wear it around their neck in the academy. So although it wasn’t weird they would say that, Enzo noted this small change. After all, from the gas leak of last year it wouldn’t be too crazy to remember to carry his school ID on him all the time.
“Welcome to the United Airlines O’hare Lounge,” The receptionist swiped his student id card along a sensor. “You’re the second person to arrive, the layover will be 9 hours and your final flight to Long Island will take 2 hours.”
Eye of Phoebus
Taiyo’s flight felt rather redundant. After all, it would be easier to take a train to Long Island rather than flying to Chicago and then back again to New York. However, the first class flight was free and the amenities were wonderful. From what he saw from group chats and forums from Kalopsia’s students, it would be essential to take the designer blanket. And so he did, along with some snacks for later. Just a basic egg and cheese bagel, some croissants, some chocolate. Things he could put into his backpack quickly without the attendants questioning him.
Touching down in O’hare felt wild. Chicago was beautiful from the sky and from what he knows, much cleaner and nicer than New York City. He was escorted along with some others who had taken the flight from New York City. He had heard the flight attendants whispering about how they ended up on the worst flight. A flight full of NYC girls and boys, wealth rolling off them in waves. Most of them were House Psyke, but House Caesar was just behind in number. He learned they were House Psyke by accidentally pulling out his ID card, the red border making him an immediate target. Perhaps, since he was new he could’ve gotten away in peace.
So, when the Psyke kids pushed past him and the other Caesar kids, basically throwing them out of the way, dressed in their private esque-school blue uniforms, all designer and custom made. But their words hurt much worse, after all, they were the politicians and the manipulators. One girl rushed past him to catch up with her friends, some of her red hair getting caught into his mouth and her Psyke ID card falling into his hand. “Slow down,” she grumbled, before jogging up to catch them and swinging her arms around two of her housemates.
The rest of the Psyke kids laughed, cruelty mixing with joy. “You’re pretty slow for a Caesar kid.” The Psyke kids had their own lounge, on the other side of the airport so they dispersed from the Caesar kids rather quickly, too quickly for the id to be given back. Takagi put it in his pocket. The flight attendants led them on a long walk to their own lounge, quietly.
“Ids please,” the attendant behind the desk asked, holding out her hand and swiping each person’s ID card against the sensor. Within minutes they walked into the lounge, a few people already hanging around the food area and others knocked out on couches.
Guarded by Theoxenios
“Miss. Lestari,” the attendant bowed slightly before lifting back up. “Hurry along, this way please.” The airport was confusing and perhaps that’s how Ming-Chun got themselves lost. However an attendant quickly noticed the ID hanging from the lanyard on her neck and took initiative to lead the lost one.
Peaking out of the pocket of the attendant was a folded up piece of paper, Ming-Chun recognized the smooth paper in the unique, purple color that was signature to Kalopsia Academy. Every official piece document was in that color with that smoothness. With quickness the attendant stuffed it deeper in her pocket. Within 10 minutes they had reached the lounge
The line was extremely long at this point, much of House Caesar had begun to come out of their lines and the attendant seemed a bit frazzled to be checking each ID and swiping it. Luckily though, as quickly as it had grown, it had begun to cut down as attendants usher the students up the stairs into the beautiful lounge.
“Excuse me,” a House Caesar student bothered the attendant that led Ming-Chun to the lounge.
“Yes…uh…?” The attendant stared blankly at the student, pausing for a name.”
“Nia. Do you know where the bathroom is?”
Firmitias Smiles Upon
Ahn Seung had been in the lounge earlier than anyone else. She had taken a shower, changed her clothes and settled in for the remaining 9 hours of the layover. Attendants walked around, keeping an eye on the students here. The food was peculiar, it was a mix of dinner and breakfast food. Waffles on a plate next to pasta. It seemed a little disorganized, almost as if things were thrown together last minute.
Ahn Seung felt like this new year was a start of chaos. They didn’t even properly finish school last year, they did the last couple weeks at home. She yawned and her body felt sleepy, although she wasn’t quite sure why. Her mind felt like it was racing quickly but she couldn’t help but want to fall asleep. She swirled the drink in her hand, the ice tapping against the glass in her drink. All they had was drinks with ice in them, nothing warm or room temperature. She poured the last of the syrup from her cup on her pancakes. She did appreciate, however, the wealth of condiments. So many choices, everyone would have to find something they liked. Whether it was mustard to be put on a burger or sugar on some french toast sticks, there was everything.
Too many options.
Xinyi Liu was a Kalopsia favorite. It felt like it, at least. First class from Taoyuan to Chicago was an unattainable dream for 98% of people who board planes every day. Xinyi Liu even got an extra seating area for his bike to stay, that was a little extra for Kalopsia.
Arriving into the lounge was the easiest part of the trip. The hardest part was not falling asleep. After filling his starved stomach with food on the lounge he couldn’t help but sink into the comfy couches. Closing his eyes also prevented him from noticing that nosy attendant who always seemed to have his eyes on him.
The golden child, however, was consistently interrupted by other members shaking his shoulders and greeting him as they walked into the lounge. Music began to turn on as a member brought speakers and chattering became extremely loud. Other attendants came to quiet it but still, that one remained watching him.
Nabi Moon’s flight from Incheon was nothing less than peaceful. Cruising on the business flight, nearly empty and then touching down as. As people began to grab food and chatter, Nabi flopped on one of the couches. While many people entered extremely bouncy, as time wore on, they began to quiet and cool down. Meanwhile, Nabi had instead opted to text her friends that she had arrived. She was too full to eat from the bar and the plane nap must have been the reason she still felt slightly energized.
“Water? Anything to drink?” Nabi looks up to see a man smiling down on her. One of the lounge attendants.
“Room Temperature?” Nabi asked but the attendant shook his head. The water he held out was sweating, full of ice.
The man began to look nervous now. “One moment please.” He disappeared for a moment before returning with a glass of ice and bottled water. Nabi was pleased, the only water currently out was riddled with ice. “Please, don’t tell anyone.” He smiled softly before leaving the lounge.
Naia Kekoa had the wrong ticket. Somehow, Kalopsia made an error and brought her to Chicago a complete day early. After her family contacted the school, Naia was provided with escorts and chauffeurs to see Chicago and spend the night in a hotel with an entire floor cleared out for her own protection. Naia didn’t need a genius to tell her that Kalopsia was slowly devolving into Chaos.
From the information they had received privately, to errors on their student handbooks and now even flight tickets. Kalopsia was trying to withstand a tsunami of bad press and concern, so it was no wonder parents were worried and students had dropped out. But she was determined to stay at Kalopsia, finish her year here, and continue to receive money and opportunities from her surfing success.
Naia came rather late into the lounge, from long lines in the security check, to the officer trying to run her ID, check her bags and getting lost with her staff. It was a nightmare but she finally reached the lounge. She walked around for a little bit, before feeling something get caught on her shoe. Looking down she saw some of the powdered sugar off the dining area had fallen onto the floor and the sugar, looking like small diamonds had gotten off her shoe. She quickly moved away and made a mental note to eat some of the food brought from the hotel.
Cause of Dolos’s Weep
Anya’s ID card still hadn’t arrived, so she was slightly stuck. She was aware it was going to be late, they had warned her in advance. So when the flight attendant profusely apologized and explained they had received nothing for her it was annoying, to say the least. Luckily once Anya entered the lounge they recognized her and quickly let her in through.
As she entered she noticed familiar teachers had begun to enter the room as well, although they sat together in a corner and whispered amongst them, they were present to provide any sort of assistance needed. Renata Sousa, Amelia Vanmiligan, and Lewis Mason would guide them to Long Island from what she could tell.
Before she could explain her predicament to the teachers, an attendant gently put their hand on her shoulder and presented her new ID card to her. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience Miss. Smirnova, we found your ID card in the cockpit. It seems as if the pilot forgot to give it to you earlier.” Anya took the ID and flipped it over, it was completely blank. Minus for the words “Kalopsia” on the front in black ink.
She stared at it blankly, caught off guard and wondering if this was a cruel joke. “This is-,” Anya turned around but before she could speak she realized the attendant was gone.
Arrows of Diana
Levi’s anxiety is probably because he stayed in the corner. House Caesar’s chattiness felt too much, especially this late at night. Perhaps this was why he overheard Lewis Mason speaking to the other teachers. “I’m not quite sure that they’re ready.”
“I agree,” this one was Ms. Sousa. “It feels very foolish to continue like this.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Who can focus on sports when someone dies?”
“They’ll be devastated once they learn who it was.”
The teachers then took notice of Levi, surprised. Levi continued to stare blankly, the airpods in his ears thumping as hard as his beating heart. They turned back around, but quieter now. Levi lowered the volume down on his phone to try to piece together what they were saying.
“They’ll lock off more of the school.”
Alora was used to the luxury, used to the school, used to the doting staff. So used to it, it was expected. Which is why it was a shock that it was chaos. The attendants whispered as they looked at the Kalopsia students. The designer blankets were made by a new, smaller, Cyprus designer instead of the usual Chanel. Even the airline flight carrier had changed. It disrupted everything.
When she left the plane with the Psyke students she knew she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Plenty of the Psyke kids whispered among themselves, mocking the school and how it had downgraded slightly. Alora would admit, one thing that improved this year was the food.
She was ushered into the lounge, a quick look at her and the attendant waving away her ID to get in.
Favor of Somnus
Shay was perhaps the most adaptable to Kalopsia’s chaotic nature currently. Perhaps that’s why he was the only one that didn’t get nervous when Renata Sousa stood up and commanded everyone’s attention in the lounge. Whispers floated about, but most of all apprehension. The atmosphere was new and different and no one could deny it.
“My lovely house students,” She began. “Welcome to another year at the academy. I know you are nervous but rest assured this year will continue to be a great one.” Students looked at each other nervously. “After all, you’re here right? You all have the qualities we love determination, tenacity… loyalty.”
Shay leaned back into the comfortable couch. As he leaned back he felt something make noise inside of it. He reached his hand in there and pulled out a peculiar object. A small, silver ring.
“So please,” Louis Mason begins speaking after Renata. “Don’t hesitate to reach out to us.” Noe raised an eyebrow, slightly. The new changes were anxiety-inducing and just a little odd. He sat closer to a girl as he didnt know who else to sit with. [Valeria]
“As some of you may know, Maxen Labelle died last year from the gas leak. It’s extremely unfortunate and while his funeral will be held soon, he may have been dear to quite a few of you. Please hold a moment of silence with me.” The entire room cooperated immediately.
And also why Noe caught attendants’ conversation. “Remember Milgram’s experiment?”
“House Caesar feels like a Miligram experiment.”
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