ASKS - Students
Asks sent to my main, answered here. Theme - how would I do at EU?
geekshallinherit said: hey are you sam? i can’t give you my name, but i need help. specifically advice. the word is, if one needs help navigating the trickiest of situations life at eu has to offer, they should come to you. people say you know things. i’m sure the significance of that word, “help,” isn’t lost on you, and anyway i didn’t come empty-handed, so i hope you’ll hear me out. i have a problem with a name. before i came here, i had never had much of a family. i won’t go into detail, but i was in foster care. now i don’t keep in contact with anyone i knew before i was emancipated. when i got into eu, i changed my name, like people do here. i followed all the rules and found a tight-knit group of friends. we stick together when our school or personal lives get tough. we even banded together to rescue our friend when she was taken. (she was one of three last year, so you can’t use this to id me) my point is we’re close. here’s my problem: everyone here - human, gentry, otherwise - knows the name the people i love most call me by. my new name has become my true name. my friends know that they know, but others? a chill goes up my spine every time teachers, less-close friends, and campus staff call me by my name. i don’t think it’s legible on my face, but people here have become good at seeing without showing what they’ve seen. this school just has that effect. i can’t just get a new nickname, because as soon as i tell people to call me something different, they’ll know something’s up. basically, i’m stuck just letting the gentry call me by my truest name and hoping they don’t figure it out. my friends and i have talked deep into the night about this and none of us knows what to do. that’s why i’m here. i said i didn’t come empty-handed, and i meant it; this teddy bear is the last token i have of my life in the system. his name is taco. he’s brown and ratty and i don’t remember who gave him to me besides the fact that, like everything, it wasn’t my birth parents, but he’s well-loved. i hope this will be sufficient for you to help someone who cannot even tell you their false name. you don’t have to answer right now; you can find me on the quiet floor of the library pretty late into the night most nights. but if it pleases you, i don’t have long to wait. and sam? i would really appreciate your help.
Help freely given, because I have a lot of small kindnesses to pay forward, and I Owe – your best bet is to change schools, my guy. In a place where reality is less shaky, your true name is just a name, and even someone saying it with intent wouldn’t be able to compel you against your will.
If you’re hellbent on staying at Elsewhere, you’ve got two options. The first is to carry on and keep hoping no one realizes what a precious thing you’ve handed them. The second, if you think you can do so with subtlety, is to try to change your nickname anyway. I know you’re worried it would broadcast the importance of the old nickname, but it’s not actually rare for people to realize that maybe they don’t want to go by, say, Deeznuts for four years straight. It’s a nickname and it gets old. If you’re careful about it, you might be able to shift to a new name without anyone catching on.
If things go really,
really badly, remember that your true name is not just a weapon to be used
against you. If your loved ones know it, it can bring you home.
(and to answer the ask i didn’t include - i go by she/her, thank you for asking!)