"Welcome... to the Velvet Room."

A young man with bright blond hair and pale skin slowly opened his eyes. He was still half-asleep, barely acknowledging his surroundings. He took in, briefly, a room in calming purple and blue hues... before he closed his eyes and began to drift back to unconsciousness.

"Yeah mom, pancakes sound good..."

The room was a classroom, and the young man was leaning back in his desk, head tilted back as he calmly slept. A well-kept man with short green hair and glasses sat behind the teacher's desk, and sighed. He looked to the classroom door and gestured a hand. It opened, and a stern-looking blond with glasses stepped in. Her hair was put up and kept perfectly in place by a series of pins, and she wore black thin rimmed glasses. Her shirt was white, and her pencil skirt was indigo-colored. Her stilletos clacked on the floor as she entered.

"Glynda, if you would be so kind." His voice was calm. An open palm gestured to the seated boy, and Glynda nodded.

"Of course."

She made her way across the room and to the boy's desk. Then she pulled a small thin stick seemingly out of thing air, and held it above the boy with one hand.

-CRACK-

She brought the stick down on the boy's desk, causing a snap so loud that he immediately jolted awake. He found himself looking around in alarm and panic, staring up at Glynda with confusion and awe. Then he looked to the green-haired man who was staring intently across steepled fingers.

"I-uh-I didn't do it! They pressured me to! I didn't even-"

-CRACK-

The boy promptly shut up, placing his hands over his ears. Glynda stared down at him across her glasses, and he closed his eyes and clinched every part of his body.

"Mister Arc, so glad of you to finally join us. This... is the Velvet Room."

The young man looked around him and for the first time truly took in his surroundings. He was seated at a desk in the back of the classroom, with rows of other desks around him. A few desks were shoved off to the side or toppled over in a rag-tag manner, but there were at least 6 others that were standing upright and in file. He finally took in the appearance of Glynda and Ozpin, and noticed a large blackboard in the back of the room. Across it, in plain white letters, all capitalized and very cleanly written, was the word 'BEGINNING'.

"Uh... hi? Did I fall asleep during class? Man, I don't even remember making it to school today..."

"No, Mister Arc. Or at least, not yet. You see, this is a place between mind and matter. A place between dream and reality. It is a place where only those who are bound by a contract may enter. I have summoned you here so we could discuss your future. In the real world, as it were, you are merely asleep."

"The... future?"

Glynda clacked her way back to the man's side. She stood, arms crossed, staring sternly at the boy.

"Correct. My name is Ozpin. A pleasure, I'm sure. The upcoming months are certain to provide an... interesting development to your story. Should you fail to fulfill your role in this narrative, then I'm afraid your story may come to an abrupt and unsatisfying end. It is my role to guide our guests and ensure that this does not happen."

He gestures to the woman next to him. She lightly raised her stick, and the young man flinched in response.

"This is Glynda. Like me, she is a resident here. She will guide you through your story, albeit in her own way."

"Be sure to stay on your best behavior, and I may very well be able to help shape your narrative into something worth discussing."

"R-right. I'm Jaune. Nice to meetcha." He shuffled in his seat slightly, taking another moment to look around the room - or at least, to not have to meet the gaze of the two strange people infront of him.

"We can attend to the specifics at a later date." Ozpin adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his seat, now holding a mug that Jaune could see the steam coming out of. "Until then, farewell."

Saturday, April 7th

The railway to Beacon academy bumped slightly, jarring Jaune from his sleep. He was with a small number of other students, most his age, in the well-lit traincar. Outside he could see that it was night, and the city of Vale was lighting up the sky. In the distance, he followed the tracks to see their final destination - a large green clocktower stretching out over the rest of the city.

Beacon Academy.

I must have been asleep a long time... Jaune realized he didn't even remember most of the train ride here. Which was probably for the best, he figured, as Jaune was quite prone to-

"Hrph!"

Jaune felt his stomach do a triple backflip summersault into a handstand and he immediately stood up to rush to the nearest lavatory. He pushed past a few other students, and nearly ran into a small girl with an oversized bright red hoodie. She was on her cellphone and didn't notice him at first, but right as he was about to collide with her she nimbly sidestepped without paying him a second thought.

He slammed open the door to the lavatory and promptly lost his dinner. From outside he could hear her conversation. "Umm... I think someone just blew chunks on the train. Yeah, guess it is kinda stressful. Umm.. yeah! I'm going to meet her after we get-" he heard her voice vanish as she walked away from the bathroom.

"Oh boy... *hrph*." Juane flushed and washed his face briefly. Right, first impression on the way to Beacon and it's as vomit boy. We're off to a great start. He stood in the bathroom and corrected his wardrobe quickly before stepping out into the train. The few people still on the train were staring at him, but the red-hooded girl was sitting in a back corner talking on her phone.

He flushed red and gave what he hoped was a casual wave to his audience, then put his hands in his pockets and strolled back over to his seat. He glanced back out the window to see that Beacon was positively looming on them now. They would be stopping at the station right outside the school any minute.

"This is our last stop, Beacon Academy. Please gather your belongings and prepare to disembark."

The automated voice chimed out, immediately followed by the shuffle of the other passengers grabbing their things. Jaune checked for his few meager things; cellphone, backpack, suitcase... he seemed all set. He ran a hand through his hair and stood up. As the doors cracked open, Jaune stepped into the station and prepared for his new life at Beacon.