Joined: 25 Feb 2010
A Beautiful Cage
Ah, the famed Galdoné Institution. Well, in truth, 'tis not that famed to most folk,
seeing as the institution is hidden away and kept secret from the rest of the world, just
like its inhabitants. But that is what it is referred to amongst the professors. At any
rate, it is not what it seems; in no way is it a skyscraper filled with laboratories.
Actually, the Galdoné Institution is among the most beautiful places on a planet so
forsakingly filled with ugliness.
The campus is a grassy, sunny stretch of land with a central plaza that circles around a
great fountain. The fountain was erected to commemorate the existence of such a place,
made out of the finest marble and embossed with gold. On most days, azure waters spill
from its many levels, but on special events, it is wired to erupt with liquid gold. The
central plaza holds many little shops, restaurants and cottages, and a pathway that leads
to the main building. Another leads to the forest, and another to the beach.
The main building seems to be a palace; completely white, and a stunning architectual
marvel. It is filled with different sections. The East Wing houses the dormitories of
those who choose to stay there instead of the cottages, filled with beautiful rooms whose
decor reflect artistry, sophistication and royalty, depending on the wishes of the
residents. Some request their rooms seem more modern Japanese, or perhaps Regency British,
so that they can feel more at home.
The ground floor holds the dining hall, a lovely place which stretches to the West Wing,
where the magnificent and enormous library, technology room, several luxurious lounges and
a couple of indoor and outdoor pools can be found. There are many circulating rumors about
there being a secret in the pools, so you may want to try to search for that secret if you
want a little excitement.
Everywhere, there are all sorts of elevators. Some lead to the sunshine terrace, where you
can sit under a stained-glass dome held up by columns and enjoy food or go out from under
the dome and swimm, or perhaps lounge on couches. This part is highly reminiscent of a
country club. But only one elevator leads underground. The underground is prohibited to
most students unless they are specifically instructed to come with one of the scientists
there to the laboratories. So please, enjoy your stay.
Haruma Tsukame folded up the brochure, and looked up at the strange, bespectacled twelve
year old girl who was staring at him.
"Excuse me for not noticing you, miss." The nineteen year old Japanese boy spoke politely,
and smiled apologetically.
"That's really no problem, my dear. I must ask you this, though- do you know why you are
here?" She queried, her British voice and odd way of wording perplexing Haruma further.
The handsome young man cleared his throat, and replied, straightening his ruffly white
cravats and grey-green buttoned waistcoat. "Er... I suppose I recieved this letter which
explained that I was a certified genius whom possesses qualities that the Institution
prizes. And then I was escorted here."
"Yes." Replied the girl. "My name is Emma Delaine." She suddenly introduced herself.
"And I am Haruma Tsukame. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He replied.