Blake Holsey (IC/Open)

[Kyraina]

Grant Allen

Grant Had sat through the entire Assembly and for once didn't as Casey took her spill and did what ever he did through the rest of Assembly. So after the Assembly Grant walked out of the Gym, looked for Theresa. Upon finding her, He walked over to her and leaned up against the wall near her, crossed his arms, and smiled.

"Hey whats up? Interesting Assembly today wasn't it?"

[Imperial Esplanade]

Theresa Richards

Theresa was simply rummaging through her locker, seeking to find her biology textbook in preparation for the upcoming class, and that was when she overheard someone talking and asking her about the assembly. Theresa didn't recognize it to be Grant initially, rather she just rolled her eyes and sighed with the presumption that it was, perhaps, yet another jock that sought to woo over one of the captains of the women's soccer team. She slowly turned around, and was rather delighted to see Grant leaning on the wall next to her.

"Oh, yeah. Quite."

Theresa said, slightly smirked and looked to the side shortly after, and then looked back at Grant.

"That was painful to watch. Entertaining, but painful. I honestly feel bad for Dr. Kent."

Seconds later, she overheard a commotion further down in the hallway as, unbeknownst to her, Aaron was drenched with a bucket of water. Theresa elevated herself on her tippy-toes and attempted to crane her neck up as much as possible to get a view of what occurred, though to no avail as a crowd quickly gathered. Theresa simply shook her head, grabbed her belongings, tossed them into her backpack, and turned to look at Grant at that point as she anticipated some sort of a response.

[White Bluff]

"Uh oh."
Aaron poked his head up behind Mickaël.
The furry waved awkwardly. "I'm Aaron. Hey!"
He whispered into Mickaël's ear. "This is gonna be awkward to explain..."
He glanced over at Mickaël's things around the other bed.

Christian McGraw

As they were about to leave, Christian got up and shouldered his assault pack as he got closer to the door "Gentlemen we are wasting daylight-" Christian was caught off guard as the door was opened, he was about to grab the door to open it until it was kicked open, snagging his hand Christian was able to maintain his balance by attempting an elbow strike to the person who had entered, he'd assumed it was a phase 2 of what happened to Aaron earlier today. But upon seeing who it was he redirected his elbow towards the door frame, when bone and wood came into contact the sound produced was just a simple this, loud enough to probably disturb the immediate neighbors.

"Sorry, sorry, mistook you for someone else." Christian said as he retracted his right arm back. Upon hearing the introduction of the individual who was named Jimmy, he was surprised to learn that one of them (primarily Aaron and Mikaël) were not supposed to be bunking here "Wait... So one of you guys are tresspassing so to say." Christian looked around for clues, he saw Aaron hiding behind Mikaël, whispering something, he couldn't quite make it out, the modulization was too soft, so he was about to take a bet until he saw Aaron glancing at someone's belongings, seeing how Aaron used the bathroom inside and that both Mia and Christian had brought nothing but small bags, it only left one person, but before he could point a finger, his identified "suspect" had already informed him.

"Mikaël, what are your things doing here anyway?" Christian asked as friendly as possible while retaining some concern in the statement "Anyway, names Christian, sorry about awhile ago, I thought you were someone else." He introduced himself.

Mickaël

Mickaël shook his head at Aaron's comment and whispered back, "Non, its shouldn't be. He can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor next to your bed, Mon Amor...if that is ok with you." He smiles and blushes a bit when he hears Christians question, "Aaron and I weren't sure if or when Jimmy was going to show up. So we decided to bunk together so I could protect him," his cheeks a light pink as he finished explaining. He looked calm on the outside but on the inside he was braking down at the thought of him not sleeping in the same room as Aaron. He looked back at Aaron waiting on his response to his suggestion, he hoped that Aaron would agree.

[Wheatley Laboratories]

Christian McGraw

As they were about to leave, Christian got up and shouldered his assault pack as he got closer to the door "Gentlemen we are wasting daylight-" Christian was caught off guard as the door was opened, he was about to grab the door to open it until it was kicked open, snagging his hand Christian was able to maintain his balance by attempting an elbow strike to the person who had entered, he'd assumed it was a phase 2 of what happened to Aaron earlier today. But upon seeing who it was he redirected his elbow towards the door frame, when bone and wood came into contact the sound produced was just a simple this, loud enough to probably disturb the immediate neighbors.

"Sorry, sorry, mistook you for someone else." Christian said as he retracted his right arm back. Upon hearing the introduction of the individual who was named Jimmy, he was surprised to learn that one of them (primarily Aaron and Mikaël) were not supposed to be bunking here "Wait... So one of you guys are tresspassing so to say." Christian looked around for clues, he saw Aaron hiding behind Mikaël, whispering something, he couldn't quite make it out, the modulization was too soft, so he was about to take a bet until he saw Aaron glancing at someone's belongings, seeing how Aaron used the bathroom inside and that both Mia and Christian had brought nothing but small bags, it only left one person, but before he could point a finger, his identified "suspect" had already informed him.

"Mikaël, what are your things doing here anyway?" Christian asked as friendly as possible while retaining some concern in the statement "Anyway, names Christian, sorry about awhile ago, I thought you were someone else." He introduced himself.

Mickaël

Mickaël shook his head at Aaron's comment and whispered back, "Non, its shouldn't be. He can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor next to your bed, Mon Amor...if that is ok with you." He smiles and blushes a bit when he hears Christians question, "Aaron and I weren't sure if or when Jimmy was going to show up. So we decided to bunk together so I could protect him," his cheeks a light pink as he finished explaining. He looked calm on the outside but on the inside he was braking down at the thought of him not sleeping in the same room as Aaron. He looked back at Aaron waiting on his response to his suggestion, he hoped that Aaron would agree.

Aaron shook his head. "No... You're not sleeping on the floor... We'll raid your assigned room and try and take the mattress first without anyone noticing. If we can't, then... I'll think of something else."

[Apror]

The Marks Twins

As Andrew and Brianna began walking through the hallways, they began talking about various subjects. It eventually got to history. "You know what's sad? Communism kills more people, or more accuratly Socialism, than the Devil himself in the 20th century, and people are still trying to make it work. In fact, countries like China have drifted from communism to capitalism, and their economy improves. Unfortunatly they still have the Authorotarian part of Socialism. That's something hopefully people begining to control their economey more will be able to reverse. Though it'll be a slow process if it happens. That's also what makes Democratic Socialism laughable. Adding Democratic doesn't change what it is, and Socialism is inherantly bad." He said to his sister as the were discussing the cold war era.

[Imperial Esplanade]

Zoe Lee

Following the end of the assembly, Zoe departed from Audrey, Sophia, and Azar and made her way to her assigned locker to fetch her books prior to heading to the upcoming scheduled class. Upon doing so, she turned around and made her way to the room she had believed to be that of her class - coincidentally overhearing Andrew and Brianna, though more so the former than the latter, making a public display on the subject of socialism. Zoe sighs, rolling her eyes after having witnessed enough idiocy to fulfill her daily quota within the first couple of hours.

"First off, it's Authoritarian. If you're going to rib a political ideology, at least pronounce it correctly." Zoe says, ending with a sigh, before continuing on.

"Secondly, equating Democratic Socialism to Communism is like equating modern-day Capitalism to legalized child labor. Quite a stretch, don't you see?"

"Thirdly, you claim that socialism is 'inherently bad,' yet what would you think the official classification of the United States economy be, if you don't mind me asking?"

[Apror]

While Andrew was having his private conversation with his sister, this short Korean girl came up to him and started making accusations. Which honestly shocked Andrew and Brianna because the conversation wasn't political in nature. It was more discussing the history of the Cold War era, which gave of the rude vibe.

"Well, okay then. First off, I don't know you and you intruded into a private conversation among all the other conversations going on right now, but if you must be so intrusive to other people's conversations, I will entertain you." He said sourly as he looked at the girl, more out of annoyance considering he keeps getting interupted when talking to his sister.

"Socialism is socialism, it doesn't matter if you add democratic to it. Communism, which I made distinguisment between, technically has never been done. Why? Because the road there, Socialism, is simply broken. Adding Democratic doesn't do anything, or make the system any more workable."

"As for what the United States is, it is a Mixed Economey. It's closer to free market than a control economey fortunatly, but some things need regulation to maintain the saft of the people. Like forbidding slavery, or allowing any kind of drugs to just be sold at the local Kroger."

[Neu-Zipang]

Coach Karen Sweggler

"Hello there, miss."

Karen says, glancing back to see Yuki inquiring as to the status of Casey, and offering a reassuring and disarming smile to her. In Karen's mind, it would make sense for Casey's apparent roommate to be rather anxious regarding Casey's condition. While the presumption would be that something serious had occurred, and understandably so, the fact is that Casey had just suffered a relatively insignificant faint from her own anxiety - relative in the sense that some denote health issues.

"She's feeling a lot better, but you can help by keeping an eye on her and making sure she drinks plenty of water and gets some rest throughout the day."

Karen then glanced down at her wristwatch to check on the time, and then looked back up to Casey and Yuki. Karen knew she had a history class coming up soon, though had it taken care of with a substitute. Karen had planned to remain alongside Casey for as long as it required, let it be for just an hour or less or even beyond to the end of the school day. Karen recognized the fear that such a student would have, a young one like Casey in particular, on her first day of the school year - and thus was quick to volunteer to making Casey's already quite-eventful first day a bit less of a tumultuous and stressful occasion. Karen contemplated reminding Casey about her option to just simply save going to class for tomorrow, but thought it best given the additional sudden audience of Yuki at this time. Karen paused for a moment, focused on Casey, and then proceeded to speak as she looked back up from her wristwatch.

"Well, ladies, I think now would be a good time to get going if you want to make your next class. I'll gladly walk you over to your classrooms if you are still unsure as to where you need to go."

Yuki Sakamoto:
It was good to see that Casey was already capable of maintaining herself in the vertical position again. Also, it seemed that she had not sustained any injuries from her fall. Fortunately, it appeared as if her condition was not actually as serious as it had initially looked.

Coach Karen Sweggler

"She's feeling a lot better, but you can help by keeping an eye on her and making sure she drinks plenty of water and gets some rest throughout the day."

"Understood" she pulled out a small notebook from her Messenger bag and took a few quick notes in her personal shorthand.
Hm, water and rest, she thought to herself. The medical advice equivalent of "have you tried turning it off and back on again?". It seems that it actually is not as serious as I thought.

"Are there any other indications I have to keep an eye on? Electrolytes, temperature, anything else to be sure?"

The coach was probably not aware of this, but she had just assigned the little blonde a top-of-the-line babysitter. While Casey was only a few years younger than herself, the girl was already constantly triggering all of Yuki's well trained nurturing instincts, and her apparent susceptibillity to sudden loss of consciousness made her look only more in need of protection.

So Yuki would not allow any harm come to her little cheerleading friend if she could do anything to prevent it. No matter if she liked it or not, Casey was already in the process of being adopted as her room mate's newest charge.

Coach Karen Sweggler

"Well, ladies, I think now would be a good time to get going if you want to make your next class. I'll gladly walk you over to your classrooms if you are still unsure as to where you need to go."

"Thank you for your offer. I would be happy if you could show us to the way to class." While she actually already knew where the class was going to be held, it would have been very impolite to reject such an offer. Also, with the two of them, they could better watch out for Casey, as long as that was necessary.

"I already have packed everything I need", she addressed to her room mate, "and as we are already close to running late, I suggest it would be the best if we start going right now. That is, if you do not need to go to or get anythink beforehand. So, may we go then?"

[North Daecon]

Sophia Taylor

Sophia slowly looks upward, offering a warm, genuine, and friendly smile once more as Rob spoke about his hometown, which sounds not all too dissimilar from the plethora of such towns across her home state of Louisiana. Sophia was a remarkably intelligent young woman, having known for quite sometime that Alberta was a province of Canada. In fact, she thought as much as a potential option upon listening to Rob's accent.

"Sounds like such a lovely place, Rob."

Sophia drew a mental picture of such a place Rob was describing, with rolling hills and vast forests sprinkled between farmland of various small towns that resembled much of the American Heartland or the stereotypical southern states. Sophia didn't have much of an accent, though there is a semblance of country twang to it on occasion as well as some slight occasional Cajun - however it is doubtful that Rob would have been familiar enough with Louisiana or its' people to distinguish such accents in the first place. Yet, upon an inquiry of where she hailed from, Sophia was more than willing to share with a smile and a cute chuckle.

"You'd probably be miserable where I am from. I grew up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. It can get pretty hot and humid in Louisiana, as there are a lot of swamp and marshland. Plus, much of it is right up against the Gulf of Mexico."

Sophia pauses as she contemplates attempting to tie a connection between Louisiana and Canada, deciding to do so rather quickly.

"You probably know about Louisiana, and its' rich French history and the only state in the United States to be predominately-French in such culture, but did you know that a lot of its' original Cajun settlers actually came from Acadia, Canada?"

Robert Kerstetter

"I actually didn't know about that, to be frank with you. Louisiana French came from Canada. That's something" Rob answered to Sophia, where he sounded slightly surprised, moving his feet and rubbing the back of his head while doing so. "Acadia is not the same as Quebec, right? My geography knowledge is not that expanded yet and small town schools tend to leave many things out of the school studies list......"

Rob then put his hand on his chin and thought about the next thing he was going to say, tapping his right foot while doing so.

"So, what makes you come out all the way to Washington, eh?" Rob asked, adding a bit of Albertan Canadian accent and word flair to the last part of the sentence. "My parents wanted a better education, and the local high school back home didn't really provide that."

As the building map did not show a seperate ambulance room inside the gymnasium, and there was no ambulance outside, Yuki concluded that the most logical place to search for her friend would be the girls locker room. And indeed as she approached, she could hear voices through the door, leading her to the conlusion that she was right. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb any medical procedures, but from what she could hear, all people inside where rather calm. So, she knocked on the door politely, only to having it swung open and finding herself face to face with the very same woman she had seen transporting Casey away.

"Uhm, Hello," she started. "I am searching for Casey O'Doherty. I am her friend as well as her roommate and just wanted to see if she is OK, or if I can do anything to help her."

Coach Karen Sweggler

"Hello there, miss."

Karen says, glancing back to see Yuki inquiring as to the status of Casey, and offering a reassuring and disarming smile to her. In Karen's mind, it would make sense for Casey's apparent roommate to be rather anxious regarding Casey's condition. While the presumption would be that something serious had occurred, and understandably so, the fact is that Casey had just suffered a relatively insignificant faint from her own anxiety - relative in the sense that some denote health issues.

"She's feeling a lot better, but you can help by keeping an eye on her and making sure she drinks plenty of water and gets some rest throughout the day."

Karen then glanced down at her wristwatch to check on the time, and then looked back up to Casey and Yuki. Karen knew she had a history class coming up soon, though had it taken care of with a substitute. Karen had planned to remain alongside Casey for as long as it required, let it be for just an hour or less or even beyond to the end of the school day. Karen recognized the fear that such a student would have, a young one like Casey in particular, on her first day of the school year - and thus was quick to volunteer to making Casey's already quite-eventful first day a bit less of a tumultuous and stressful occasion. Karen contemplated reminding Casey about her option to just simply save going to class for tomorrow, but thought it best given the additional sudden audience of Yuki at this time. Karen paused for a moment, focused on Casey, and then proceeded to speak as she looked back up from her wristwatch.

"Well, ladies, I think now would be a good time to get going if you want to make your next class. I'll gladly walk you over to your classrooms if you are still unsure as to where you need to go."

Yuki Sakamoto:
It was good to see that Casey was already capable of maintaining herself in the vertical position again. Also, it seemed that she had not sustained any injuries from her fall. Fortunately, it appeared as if her condition was not actually as serious as it had initially looked.

Coach Karen Sweggler

"She's feeling a lot better, but you can help by keeping an eye on her and making sure she drinks plenty of water and gets some rest throughout the day."

"Understood" she pulled out a small notebook from her Messenger bag and took a few quick notes in her personal shorthand.
Hm, water and rest, she thought to herself. The medical advice equivalent of "have you tried turning it off and back on again?". It seems that it actually is not as serious as I thought.

"Are there any other indications I have to keep an eye on? Electrolytes, temperature, anything else to be sure?"

The coach was probably not aware of this, but she had just assigned the little blonde a top-of-the-line babysitter. While Casey was only a few years younger than herself, the girl was already constantly triggering all of Yuki's well trained nurturing instincts, and her apparent susceptibillity to sudden loss of consciousness made her look only more in need of protection.

So Yuki would not allow any harm come to her little cheerleading friend if she could do anything to prevent it. No matter if she liked it or not, Casey was already in the process of being adopted as her room mate's newest charge.

Coach Karen Sweggler

"Well, ladies, I think now would be a good time to get going if you want to make your next class. I'll gladly walk you over to your classrooms if you are still unsure as to where you need to go."

"Thank you for your offer. I would be happy if you could show us to the way to class." While she actually already knew where the class was going to be held, it would have been very impolite to reject such an offer. Also, with the two of them, they could better watch out for Casey, as long as that was necessary.

"I already have packed everything I need", she addressed to her room mate, "and as we are already close to running late, I suggest it would be the best if we start going right now. That is, if you do not need to go to or get anythink beforehand. So, may we go then?"

Casey O'Doherty

"I guess......" Casey sheepishly responded to Yuki after she had a long winded discussion with Coach Karen over how will Yuki make sure that Casey doesn't faint and lose consciousness again, which was mainly drinking lots of water and making sure she had a good nights rest in her dorm room. She then looked through her school bag to check if she remembered to bring everything, and to her relief, everything was still there as she left it during the assembly, before the whole collapsing onto the floor and falling into pitch black unconsciousness incident. She put the bag onto her back like most students does, and it seems that her legs have regained the strength necessary to hoist the weight, otherwise she would have fallen over onto the floor again.

"Since it is nearly class, lets go then." Casey quietly half mumbled to herself as she held the straps of her school bag with a hard grip. "It's just one class, right? Then the day is over?" Casey asked again a bit louder so that Yuki and Coach Karen could hear, with the innocence that she is known for still very noticeable in her Canadian accented voice.

Ella Birkett
"Yuuup" Ella said, in a tone of voice that made it pretty clear she wasn't sure what to think of it. There was almost a...worried tone in her voice, but it seemed exaggerated on purpose. Mostly that she was just...unsure how that would play out. And little did she know how that would end up going. "Pretty sure you're right. At least likely the case. Hopefully she doesn't fit the cliches shown in television, though" She added, though she had her doubts. But she wanted to give her roommate the benefit, and not make assumptions just yet. She seemed okay so far, but she hadn't seen much of her. "Should be an interesting year, anyway" She continued, though if you were the observant sort, you would see that a flash of worry crossed her face at those words, and a bit of sadness, but it very quickly went away and went back to a more happy smile from her.

Logan Cavanaugh

"At least interesting to make the time here enjoyable, I reckon." Logan replied, as they continued to walk down the hallway to the class that they were supposed to go, although there was sort of a commotion nearby, but he couldn't really tell what it is about. "Hope there is not too many school idiocy here, especially when it comes to you know what, the....." Logan scratched his head for a moment before getting a light bulb above his head in the metaphorical sense, "the school social ladder, that's it. Common in most high school media in the States, and probably true to some extent."

"So, where do you live instead of the boarding section, then?" Logan asked.

Gracy Cunningham
After all the turmoil of the assembly, and the surprise ending, it was finally time for class. For that, Gracy could only be thankful for. She sort of lead Julie to their next class together, as she was worried for the petite girl as it is at times. ("Julie, who do you think is going to be our first teacher?") She said in French as she walked with her to the next classroom.

Julianna Létourneau (Juliet Cavanaugh)

("To be honest with you, I don't know.") Julie replied to Grace as they walked together towards the class that they were assigned to for the semester. ("If you can, can you help me translate whatever the teacher is saying? Presumably, the class will conducted in English.")

[Imperial Esplanade]

Coach Karen Sweggler

Coach Karen walked away from Casey for a brief moment to grab a binder that was sitting on a nearby table, listening to Yuki inquire over electrolytes and such, then glanced up as she ceased her question with an intentional ambiguous ending.

"Miss Casey has, in fact, been provided with some electrolytes for the time being. However, of course, if you see as though something is amiss, it may be prudent to check up on both. Yet, as the ambulatory dispatch crew had confirmed earlier, her fainting does not appear to triggered by any particular health issues - save for generic anxiety. Miss Casey should be okay. Now, I've given her an option of either taking the rest of the day off or to try going to class if she wants to, and she said that she'd like to attempt to go to class. I'll write a note for her teachers to inform her that if she is feeling ill, or otherwise disoriented, Miss Casey is to be allowed to miss the rest of the school day. Now, if you just so happen to be going to the same classes as Miss Casey, would you mind occasionally glancing over to her in order confirm everything is still okay?"

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Zoe Lee

Zoe shook her head, as Andrew was clearly clearly attempting to backtrack.

"Oh no, that's not what you were saying. You said, word-for-word, 'Communism kills more people... and people are still trying to make it work... In fact, countries like China have drifted from communism to capitalism.' Do not try to move the goalposts by suddenly saying that 'Communism has never been done.' If you can't get your own facts and your own story straight, you shall lose every shred of credibility on this subject. I'll keep it simple for you, sir, since you seem to struggle with your own train of thought. Good people, with good intentions, and with good understanding on the matter in power yields to good things. Meanwhile, any variation of bad people, with bad intentions, or with bad understanding on the matter usually yields to bad things. All regardless of what socioeconomic system is in-place. But for goodness sake, learn that there is an actual difference between Communism and Democratic Socialism. The former is Marxist-Leninist to the utmost extreme, the latter in its' least intrusive-form, is a capitalistic model for, usually, Nordic nations and their own economies to follow. The fact that you've seemed to misconstrue the two, and completely ignoring the massive fundamental differences between the two, speaks volumes of your complete and total ignorance on the matter."

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Sophia Taylor

The conversation had appeared to been successful in calming Sophia down just enough for her to collect herself in the middle of the conversation, perhaps enough to go through the rest of the day without feeling a tremendous sense of regret about being at BHHS in the first place. Sophia offers a smile, revealing her well-aligned teeth, and nodded her head as she remained seated on the floor and against the wall.

"I must admit that I am not too well-rehearsed with Canada, but if I have my geography right, I believe Acadia is to the southeast of Quebec and sits nearly just below Nova Scotia."

Sophia pauses for a second, peaking out to see if Audrey was to be seen anywhere and having witnessed Andrew and Zoe appear to get into some sort of a conversation in the distance. Sophia cracked half a smile, but then looked back toward Rob.

"Nearly the same reason, actually. My old school just did not offer enough for me, so I talked with my parents and we decided it was best to enroll me into a boarding school for this upcoming semester."

"Quite a long way from home, but I guess that is true for both of us."

[Kyraina]

Grant Allen

Grant had shaken his head at Theresa Rolling her eyes and sighing. He then listened to Her Talk.

"I have to agree with ya. Luckily it wasn't our principle Last Year, he would have blown a top, and made the situation worse, espeically with that Funny sounding kid that tried to tell Dr. Kent he was wrong. Could have been worse though, and while it was painful, it's not painful as me trying to guard you this summer during your Soccer drills, talk about painful." Grant said lightheartedly as he chuckled at the memory of her running circles around him. Grant didn't need to go get his biology book as he had it in his backpack already.

"You got plans for the weekend, and you coming to both our games this week?"

He then saw Aaron get drenched and the big man sighed, shaking his head. Not very many could block his view of what happened with Grant's height.

"They are lucky Joseph didn't see that. Some kid just got water dumped on him."

[White Bluff]

Mickaël

Mickaël shook his head at Aaron's comment and whispered back, "Non, its shouldn't be. He can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor next to your bed, Mon Amor...if that is ok with you." He smiles and blushes a bit when he hears Christians question, "Aaron and I weren't sure if or when Jimmy was going to show up. So we decided to bunk together so I could protect him," his cheeks a light pink as he finished explaining. He looked calm on the outside but on the inside he was braking down at the thought of him not sleeping in the same room as Aaron. He looked back at Aaron waiting on his response to his suggestion, he hoped that Aaron would agree.

Aaron shook his head. "No... You're not sleeping on the floor... We'll raid your assigned room and try and take the mattress first without anyone noticing. If we can't, then... I'll think of something else."

Mickaël

Mickaël blushes and hugged Aaron tightly, "thank you Mon Amor. For caring about me." He smiles and placed a kiss on Aarons cheek before hiding his face in Aarons chest.
He thinks for a minute, "but do you think they'll allow us to move the mattress and if the dont what will we do?" He asked with concern on his face.

[Wheatley Laboratories]

Aaron shook his head. "No... You're not sleeping on the floor... We'll raid your assigned room and try and take the mattress first without anyone noticing. If we can't, then... I'll think of something else."

Mickaël

Mickaël blushes and hugged Aaron tightly, "thank you Mon Amor. For caring about me." He smiles and placed a kiss on Aarons cheek before hiding his face in Aarons chest.
He thinks for a minute, "but do you think they'll allow us to move the mattress and if the dont what will we do?" He asked with concern on his face.

"We'll think about that if it happens..." Aaron said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe I'll let you sleep in the bed."
He picked up his laptop from his bed and opened it, navigating to the internet.
He sat on the floor, anime style, and opened up Furaffinity, deciding to browse some art.

[United Islands of Polis]

Mickaël

Mickaël blushes and hugged Aaron tightly, "thank you Mon Amor. For caring about me." He smiles and placed a kiss on Aarons cheek before hiding his face in Aarons chest.
He thinks for a minute, "but do you think they'll allow us to move the mattress and if the dont what will we do?" He asked with concern on his face.

"We'll think about that if it happens..." Aaron said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe I'll let you sleep in the bed."
He picked up his laptop from his bed and opened it, navigating to the internet.
He sat on the floor, anime style, and opened up Furaffinity, deciding to browse some art.

Christian McGraw

As Christian saw what Mikaël did to Aaron it was safe to say he had confirmation on their status, which didn't bother him since he'd seen weirder things in his time in Japan and the Philippines and since he really didn't have a negative or positive stance on issues involving thr LGBT community, whatever happens happens.

"You know, sleeping on the same bed could be a bad idea, one you're breaking rules and two some 'unexpected things' could happen, but hey that's just my input." Christian said his opinion. He was about to say something else until he noticed Aaron seated on the floor with his laptop, looking at the screen through the reflection of a fairly shiny object it looked like he was about to surf the net. "Dude, if you lost track of what was happening we have classes, and the amount of time we have before we're late is getting a lot shorter." Christian said as a matter of fact.

[White Bluff]

"We'll think about that if it happens..." Aaron said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe I'll let you sleep in the bed."
He picked up his laptop from his bed and opened it, navigating to the internet.
He sat on the floor, anime style, and opened up Furaffinity, deciding to browse some art.

Christian McGraw

As Christian saw what Mikaël did to Aaron it was safe to say he had confirmation on their status, which didn't bother him since he'd seen weirder things in his time in Japan and the Philippines and since he really didn't have a negative or positive stance on issues involving thr LGBT community, whatever happens happens.

"You know, sleeping on the same bed could be a bad idea, one you're breaking rules and two some 'unexpected things' could happen, but hey that's just my input." Christian said his opinion. He was about to say something else until he noticed Aaron seated on the floor with his laptop, looking at the screen through the reflection of a fairly shiny object it looked like he was about to surf the net. "Dude, if you lost track of what was happening we have classes, and the amount of time we have before we're late is getting a lot shorter." Christian said as a matter of fact.

Mickaël

Mickaël looked over to Christian with a death glare when he heard Christian talk about the issues with sharing the bed, what? Are you listening to our private conversations now? He looks over at Aaron and sighs happily, the Christian talks about how their going to be late to class, "Oui it is," he goes to Aaron and nudges him, "Aaron we're going to be late to class." He smiles.

[Wheatley Laboratories]

Christian McGraw

As Christian saw what Mikaël did to Aaron it was safe to say he had confirmation on their status, which didn't bother him since he'd seen weirder things in his time in Japan and the Philippines and since he really didn't have a negative or positive stance on issues involving thr LGBT community, whatever happens happens.

"You know, sleeping on the same bed could be a bad idea, one you're breaking rules and two some 'unexpected things' could happen, but hey that's just my input." Christian said his opinion. He was about to say something else until he noticed Aaron seated on the floor with his laptop, looking at the screen through the reflection of a fairly shiny object it looked like he was about to surf the net. "Dude, if you lost track of what was happening we have classes, and the amount of time we have before we're late is getting a lot shorter." Christian said as a matter of fact.

Mickaël

Mickaël looked over to Christian with a death glare when he heard Christian talk about the issues with sharing the bed, what? Are you listening to our private conversations now? He looks over at Aaron and sighs happily, the Christian talks about how their going to be late to class, "Oui it is," he goes to Aaron and nudges him, "Aaron we're going to be late to class." He smiles.

"I know. Sorry, I just gotta..." He typed a few things on the keyboard and slammed the lid shut.
"Sorry." He said again. "I'm doing a commission for a guy, but it's gonna be in late. Needed to tell him. Now, let's go."
He put his laptop back on the bed, picked up his stuff and opened the door. "Second time lucky?"

[Vaquas]

Alexander Ford

Alex had sat through the remainder of the assembly surprised at how eventful it was, what with that cheer girl collapsing and all, and upon it's conclusion had taken a short detour through the gymnasium to get to his first class, departing from the suggested path. "Not being a boarding student has its perks." he thought to himself as he walked along. "Not having to share a room with some other dude who could easily turn out to be a tool, not having to painstakingly craft a schedule around someone else. Not having to move any of my crap in the first place." Without such an early distraction, he could afford to get a general feel of the place while everyone else got situated. He made his way through the building, taking in all the equipment, the assorted rooms, the coaches who where preparing for the first day. He was so absorbed in his surroundings that he failed to yield to the guy who had, at some point, gotten in front of him. Alex walked straight into his fellow student, his brisk yet calculated pace coming to a complete halt as he fell backwards onto his back.

"Damn it." he muttered under his breath as he shook his head and looked up at the person he'd essentially slammed into. At this point, he registered that the guy was wearing a football jersey, and thought back to the assembly. The name escaped him momentarily but he remembered it just in time, throwing together a sentence before the guy could respond. "Oh, uh, sorry about that Mr. O'Loughlin."

"Mr. O'Loughlin?! This is not an authority figure. What is wrong with me today?"

Alex cringed at his own words. The fact that this guy looked really good was not helping the situation at all.

He stumbled to his feet and was unable to figure out what to say next.

[Elejamie]

Kennedy O'Loughlin

After the assembly had finally come to an end, Kennedy O'Loughlin left by himself and headed off to wherever his bag was. After all, he couldn't find anything to talk about with the guys and he figured that it won't hurt if he made it there early to avoid the rush. That being said, he also figured that it won't hurt to talk to people if they wanted to speak to him on the way. So, while he planned to listen to some music on the way to his first lesson to get himself pumped up for it, he won't have it too loud. Taking out his phone and fishing out his pair of earphones from the bottom of the bag, he put them together, put the earphones in and put on some Kyuss.

As he walked, he looked all around the place, taking in the sights and where everything was. He thought that the place was nice, even moreso than what the brochure said. Everything was clean and tidy, everywhere was relatively easy to get to and it was actually quite spacious. Granted it had an air of "Generic American High School" about it but that didn't faze him. What did was his curiosity, namely what the dorms were like, especially since he lived off-site with a family whose son was in Australia, attending Kennedy's old school back in Kingaroy, QLD. But he quickly got over it, especially since he thought it was no big deal, smiling a little bit,confident that today was going to be a good day.

And then came the most cliché of introductions, him bumping into another person. In this case, it was Alex. Kennedy didn't mind, as it meant talking to another person and, arguably, he could've been the one to blame as he was too into his music. He then quickly paused his song, looked down at Alex and said "Sorry mate, didn't see you there!" He then stuck out his hand, just in case Alex wanted to be helped up. Indeed, as he walked down on the floor, Alex apologised for walking into Kennedy, even going as far as addressing him as "Mr. O'Loughlin". Kennedy was perplexed by that at first but shrugged it off, saying "No worries, it was an accident. Besides, I was too busy rockin' out so it's my fault." He paused quickly, just to see if there was anything else to cover. There was. "And call me Kennedy. Or Ken or Kenny. Whatever the hell you want."

Fortunately, Kennedy didn't need to stick his arm out as Alex managed to get himself back up. The downside was now they had to come up with something to talk about. While he could bring up the assembly, chances were that they'd probably spend most of it talking about Casey's tumble. He could discuss music or politics but he wasn't sure if Alex had heard of the bands Kennedy likes (apart from AC/DC) whereas the latter's pretty much the conversation equivalent of a minefield, especially in the USA. He could compliment Alex's looks but he wasn't sure which way Alex swung or if he was OK with this bisexual Australian guy saying something like that. "So..." Kennedy began, trying to say something to move the conversation along. "You alright? You didn't hurt anything as you hit the ground?"

[Apror]

Andrew Marks
"Well even I have the mistake of echanging thew words blatantly, but I mean socialism. As I stated before, there has never been a true communist Goverment. Just various socialist ones. My mistake, however, that doesn't change the fact of what it is. Now here's where I say, drop the word communism. Communis is the ultimate end goal for Socialist goverments. We're talking about socialism, as there's never been true communism. Now, if you're asking what differnce is betweenn Democratic Socialism is, and Socialism is, I can tell you right now. The Nordic states are for a fact not close to Democratic Socialist. They're wellfare states, built on the prosperity of when they were formally much more capitalist. In fact, Seeden was once the 4th richest country on earth in 1975, but dwent down to 14th by 1993. What happened? Socialism. Of course the Sweedes were to smart to keep it fully, and began returning to more capitalist polocies. Sure, the tax rates are still high, but very capitalist countries all the same. My guess too is that it worked for the Nordics so well is because they're a highly ethical culture. That the Nordic countries are so successful is due to an exceptional culture that emphasizes social cohesion, hard work, and individual responsibility. In fact, Nordic immigrants in America seem to be doing better off than their counterparts back in the homeland. If anything, the wellfare states have damaged what they had in the 60's." He said as they were walking to class. He was admitadly suprised by the person who came to argue with him out of nowhere, and she happened to cath him in a relaxed setting. Brianna knew what he meant, but this girl wouldn't let his slip ups go. Of course, he's now trying to get his thoughts together.


Grace Cunningham
("Oh sure Julie, I'd be happy to translate for you.") as she they continued walking, they came a few feet from Andreew and his sister. Andrew seemed to be arguing with some girl she's never seen before, though she seemed upset with him. Over something. ("What do you think they're arguing about?") she asked as they continued forward.

[New Flattnerk]

Chelsea and Kirby Randal
After the disaster that had been the assembly was finally over Chelsea found herself separated from Emilia. Not that she was complaining, Emilia could be a bit..extra? Her being alone didn't last long as Seattle Boy Wonder Kirby Randal had now spotted her and was making his way over to her. He was taller guy and was relatively muscular but not the most intimidating guy. Kirby had long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. He had a reputation as somewhat of a party guy but put off a seemingly sweet and genuine demeanor. Chelsea smiled as Kirby had now come face to face with him. "Hey California. Weird assembly right?" Chelsea smiled and started to playfully twist her hair around her finger as she responded. "Yeah, must be the Seattle air that did it. I bet it's the air in Washington makes everyone brainwashed and makes everyone act all weird. Nothing like , whatever that was. Happened in Inglewood." She said this with a playful but still somewhat serious about her disdain for Washington." Kirby simply shook his head and laughed. "Chelsea. As a native Washingtonian and proud resident of the wonderful city of Seattle will make it my personal mission to change your mind." Chelsea returns a smile and simply just says. "We'll see."

Darnell Jones and Latrell Reese
Darnell had fun at the assembly with the football team mainly his best friend and school dumb ass Latrell Reese. Latrell was one big boy. At 6'4 and 340. He was one that stood out in the crowd. He had short dreds followed by a fade. He was the team defensive tackle and was currently being recruited by teams such as OU, Mizzou, Alabama and so on. They had a short conversation about how dumb the assembly had turned out and talked about that random kid that argued in the middle of an assembly. "Man that nigga fucked dude. Arguin with the principal and shit? That's fucked man. Even I ain't that dumb. " Latrell said as he and Darnell walked down the hall. Darnell shook laughed and then spoke " Yeah nigga. It's gonna be a long year for that dude. Hey man it's been good and all but that chick. Emilia? She's waitin' on me for a little make out session or somethin'." Latrell gave him a nod and a congratulatory pat on the back. "Forreal ? Shoulda said somethin'. Go get some of that tongue nigga." Darnell then left Latrell and found the janitors closet that had grown to be one of their more used spots when they wanted a bit more privacy. He entered and in the dim light there sat Emilia. "Hey Hollywood.. Sorry to keep you waiting.."

[White Bluff]

Mickaël

Mickaël looked over to Christian with a death glare when he heard Christian talk about the issues with sharing the bed, what? Are you listening to our private conversations now? He looks over at Aaron and sighs happily, the Christian talks about how their going to be late to class, "Oui it is," he goes to Aaron and nudges him, "Aaron we're going to be late to class." He smiles.

"I know. Sorry, I just gotta..." He typed a few things on the keyboard and slammed the lid shut.
"Sorry." He said again. "I'm doing a commission for a guy, but it's gonna be in late. Needed to tell him. Now, let's go."
He put his laptop back on the bed, picked up his stuff and opened the door. "Second time lucky?"

Mickaël

Mickaël smiled and noded at Aaron and walked to the door and lonked arms with Aaron in the hallway, "i didnt know you did commissions for people, Mon Amor. How much do you normally get paid to do that?"
He smiles again and continues to walk with Aaron, he was humming Someday my Prince Will Come from Snow White.

[North Daecon]

Darnell Jones
Darnell then left Latrell and found the janitors closet that had grown to be one of their more used spots when they wanted a bit more privacy. He entered and in the dim light there sat Emilia. "Hey Hollywood.. Sorry to keep you waiting.."

Emilia Stedham

Emilia, during the aftermath of the saga of the ice cold water bucket on Aaron Hunter, walked for a while through the hallways of Blake Holsey High School, and managed to find the janitor's closet that was the usual spot for the make out session couples of the school (including Darnell and herself), and presumed many have made out in this closet ever since the school opened. After she had found it, she looked around both ways, down the hallways on each end to see if anyone was coming or noticed her, before she entered the dimly lit janitor's closet, which was filled with cleaning supplies, the cart, brooms, mops and the other things. She didn't really care about those items though, as she found a seat, which was just a simple camp chair that was in the janitors closet and sat down on it, just waiting for that moment when Darnell finally arrived, so that they could start making out, like back in cheer camp.

Once Darnell arrived and open the door and he started apologising for being late, she slowly smiled, with a hint of charm behind it.

"That's fine, baby...." Emilia teasingly and charmingly said, as she got up from her rudimentary seat and came towards Darnell slowly, step by step, walking in her white sports shoes while also still wearing her iconic Blake Holsey cheer uniform that came to define her, with her brown hair, silky smooth and fine as it can be and still having the school coloured cheerleader bow attached to it, just slightly swaying from her movements. As part of her moves that she did, she slid her left hand down her body seductively and started teasing him with her brown, silky smooth eyes. The same pair of eyes that enchanted many other boys and jocks alike over the course of school summer camp, and Darnell Jones, despite his size, couldn't resist her eyes either from the looks of it. He was hooked on her. She knew it.

"You waited long enough. You have been a good boy, holding that passion in......." Emilia charmingly whispered loudly, enough for Darnell to hear it as she "Now....... lets do it." She continued as she began pulling him closer with her hand edging him closer to her, and then turned him around with both hands and slightly pushed him so that he would hall against into the chair that she sat on earlier, enchanting him even with her slow and seductive movements as she then sat on her lap, facing him as she straddled his lap, with her hands crawling across body like it was smooth, handcrafted stone. She continued to lap up the tension as she teased him, and it was intense.

Although Darnell towered over her by nearly a full foot in person height when standing, when he was sitting down, she could easily reach his she slowly came towards his face and teased him a couple more times by coming close, then suddenly pulling away. After a few minutes of this teasing, she finally aggressively kissed him on the lips, and not letting up for at least one second, started french kissing him with her lips, mouth and tongue moving across his lips in french kissing motions, and he returned them back with the same intensity, which was just asking her to start freching him even more, as her hands started roaming across his neck, to down his back, to across his body in all motions as they made out intensely.

"Like that, baby?" Emilia asked seductively, as she momentarily stopped kissing to catch her breath, and his breath as well. "Want to push the envelope....a bit more?.." After she said that, she immediately went in right back into making out, frenching him and moving her lips across his as it continued......

[Vaquas]

Kennedy O'Loughlin

After the assembly had finally come to an end, Kennedy O'Loughlin left by himself and headed off to wherever his bag was. After all, he couldn't find anything to talk about with the guys and he figured that it won't hurt if he made it there early to avoid the rush. That being said, he also figured that it won't hurt to talk to people if they wanted to speak to him on the way. So, while he planned to listen to some music on the way to his first lesson to get himself pumped up for it, he won't have it too loud. Taking out his phone and fishing out his pair of earphones from the bottom of the bag, he put them together, put the earphones in and put on some Kyuss.

As he walked, he looked all around the place, taking in the sights and where everything was. He thought that the place was nice, even moreso than what the brochure said. Everything was clean and tidy, everywhere was relatively easy to get to and it was actually quite spacious. Granted it had an air of "Generic American High School" about it but that didn't faze him. What did was his curiosity, namely what the dorms were like, especially since he lived off-site with a family whose son was in Australia, attending Kennedy's old school back in Kingaroy, QLD. But he quickly got over it, especially since he thought it was no big deal, smiling a little bit,confident that today was going to be a good day.

And then came the most cliché of introductions, him bumping into another person. In this case, it was Alex. Kennedy didn't mind, as it meant talking to another person and, arguably, he could've been the one to blame as he was too into his music. He then quickly paused his song, looked down at Alex and said "Sorry mate, didn't see you there!" He then stuck out his hand, just in case Alex wanted to be helped up. Indeed, as he walked down on the floor, Alex apologised for walking into Kennedy, even going as far as addressing him as "Mr. O'Loughlin". Kennedy was perplexed by that at first but shrugged it off, saying "No worries, it was an accident. Besides, I was too busy rockin' out so it's my fault." He paused quickly, just to see if there was anything else to cover. There was. "And call me Kennedy. Or Ken or Kenny. Whatever the hell you want."

Fortunately, Kennedy didn't need to stick his arm out as Alex managed to get himself back up. The downside was now they had to come up with something to talk about. While he could bring up the assembly, chances were that they'd probably spend most of it talking about Casey's tumble. He could discuss music or politics but he wasn't sure if Alex had heard of the bands Kennedy likes (apart from AC/DC) whereas the latter's pretty much the conversation equivalent of a minefield, especially in the USA. He could compliment Alex's looks but he wasn't sure which way Alex swung or if he was OK with this bisexual Australian guy saying something like that. "So..." Kennedy began, trying to say something to move the conversation along. "You alright? You didn't hurt anything as you hit the ground?"

Alexander Ford

"I don't think I did. Lets hope not." Alex said, sort of dismissively, not knowing exactly where to go from there. He looked his guy over, forming an opinion and taking note of everything he said. He picked up on the music he was listening to as well and stored the seemingly useless knowledge somewhere deep inside his mind in case it was ever needed for some reason. This dude clearly wanted to talk, otherwise he would have kept on walking, excused himself, etc. Might as well?

"I'm Alex, Alex Ford. This is my first year here so I'm sort of trying to get a feel for the place and all. Wasn't paying enough attention I guess, ran into you." He extended a hand awkwardly.

However deeply, the seeds of something had already been planted in Alex's psyche. This big friendly guy was Alex's type for sure, and there was a ping on the gaydar, however faint, that alerted it's user that this was someone of potential.

"Sorry about that again."

[Imperial Esplanade]

Sophia Taylor - Rob Kerstetter
Hallway

Sophia pauses for a moment, shaking her head, and then lets out a brief sigh. "Thanks, Rob, for taking the time to talk to me. I appreciate it." She slowly attempts to stand up, wiping away the remaining tears on her face, and offers a genuine smile toward him. "What year are you in?" "Sophomore. Or Grade 10 back in Canada." Rob replied."Ah, I'm in my junior year." Sophia responds, reaching down to start collecting some of the books that had been scattered on the floor nearby. She looks up a bit to see if Audrey could be seen anywhere nearby as well, knowing that the two were just together moments ago in the crowded hallway, but then returns to collecting her belongings once more after seeing, in fact, Audrey was still nowhere to be seen. Rob looked a bit perplexed at the sudden looking down the hallway that Sophia was doing, while she was collecting some of her school stuff that was on the hallway floor for some reason."Why where you looking down the hallway for?" Rob philosophically asked, scratching his head slightly, although not too much he had a risk that he would cave in his own skull. "Looking for somebody, perhaps?" "Oh, my roommate." Sophia says, grabbing the last of her textbooks and stuffing them into her bookbag. "She was with me just moments ago, and just seeing if she was still lingering around. I guess she meandered off or something." Sophia then stood upright, standing in front of Rob, and she again offered a warm smile and looked at him. After a brief second, she finally extended out her arms and offered a friendly hug. "Thank you again."

"What class do you have next, anyway?" Rob, after he returned the friendly hug that Sophia offered her with the same warmth as she did, looked at his schedule that he has gotten for the year. He raised his eyebrow slightly, saying "Funnily enough, a Mr. Bryant's chemistry class. You got him as well?" "As a matter of fact, I do!" Sophia says with a slight bit of excitement in her voice. Alas, it seemed that this school did offer someone nice outside of her roommate, Audrey Harte. "Care to walk to class together?" "Yeah! Sure." Rob answered happily. "I mean, it is only a good thing to offer the same thing to you people from the states. I mean, it is probably a good idea anyway, since this school is much bigger and busier than my entire home town in fact. And also you can see the cliques." Rob logically wondered as he looked at a couple of letterman wearing fellows and a cheerleader as they walked past.

"Yeah...." Sophia paused for a moment, looking back onward to where the prank had occurred on Aaron - that previous bit of enthusiasm having now been succumbed by the reminder of the school environment. She did her best to try and avoid physical contact, such as brushing up against anyone's arms or the like, as a group of apparent jocks passed the pair of them by. "Cliques, never liked them." Sophia said in a hushed tone, so that only Rob would have been able to hear her clearly. "Cliques?" Rob inquired. "You mean those folks that just passed us?" Sophia shrugged her shoulders. "Eh. Yeah, I guess you can say that." She glanced over her shoulders to see if anyone had overheard their conversation, but sensing the fact that there are a lot of people around them made her nervous to espouse any more detail aside from which had been provided. "Hard for one to walk in another's footsteps when they never bother to even associate with people other than their own, ya know?" "Yeah, I know the feeling as well." Rob replied. "All I know about the states is that their high schools are controlled socially by two people. The quarterback of the football team and the captain of the cheerleading squad." Sophia let out a sigh, but kept her eyes focused ahead of her. "It's a hierarchy, and an overrated one at that sometimes. Now, to be fair, it's like that everywhere I'd imagine." "I guess." Rob replied. "Wonders how we folk manage to survive our high schools back home. Yet you deal with these people." "Yeah..." Sophia trails off for a moment yet again, looking down at the floor, and carefully ponders her next word-choice. She contemplates, once again, talking about her past with bullying. This time, however, she is willing to open up just a tad bit on that front. "I've had to deal with these type of people back home in Louisiana. Not fun. Not cool either."

"I was bullied. Got called ugly names, called ugly. People even lied about things that never happened and called me a slut." "That's just the way of the world though, some people just choose to be mean. Really makes us wonder if high school culture, specifically the ones in the states is geared towards the "every man for himself" mentality. Or popularlity." Rob continued on. "That is the main kicker of why yhe head cheerleader acts as she is. Popularity." "Who would that be, anyway, out of curiosity?" Sophia asks, glancing over toward Rob for a brief moment. "Do you know actresses?" Rob countered asks. "Eh, I'm somewhat up-to-date." "Well, from what I saw with the recent photo album of the clubs and the rally today, the captain was the girl that looked identical to that actress that starred in that western a couple years back. Also that High school film last year. I got a school photo album somewhere....." "Hm. Can't seem to picture anyone - but I'm sure I'll recognize her if I see her, in that case." Sophia responded with a slight chuckle. "I mean, an actress who starred in a western and a musical? Can't be too many." "Yeah." Rob replied. "Probably got the taste of the culture of this school pretty early." Sophia glanced back toward Rob, somewhat perplexed - unsure if he was referring to Emilia or to herself. "Trying to be optimistic. I'm sure the school offers more than a student trying to burn the school down, the principal seeking out to prove himself, and bullying." "That reminds me, I wonder if we can sign up for music here." "What, like band?" "Maybe." "I'd imagine the marching band is always open to kids. Perhaps BHHS has a Jazz Band too." "Don't think the marching band offers acoustic guitar though." "Fair point, though if the school doesn't offer the latter - I'm sure you can start a band!" "That may work." "I'm sure you can find all the people you need around campus at a school as big as this, anyway. I can play piano, some guitar, and... well, even be a vocalist if you can't find one." "What genres you like?"

"Oh goodness." Sophia pauses, glancing up toward the ceiling to contemplate for a moment. "I have always enjoyed classical music, some pop, some country, and particularly Christian rock or worshipy-stuff." "I like country. A lot. Albertan Canadian country music to be precise. And I really dislike that rap music that is gangster based." "Cannot say I am particularly fond of rap either, to be perfectly honest with you. Some country I don't like, others I do. Basically, if it offers more than just beer and girls, I approve of country." "Ah. One country song reminds me of airports and late night longing. Makes me sentimental." "Late night longing?" "Sitting alone looking at the stars. Claresholm is pretty rural. Only major thing that brings up activity in the place is the highway spotting." "Oh, quite nice. Stargazing is a beautiful thing to do, I've always been fascinating with the night sky." Sophia responds with a slight grin. "In fact, it would be a childhood dream come true for me to some day work for NASA." "Heh." Rob equally replied. "We all think of things. That song still rings in my head every now and again. In fact I listened to it on the plane ride from Calgary to Vancouver, then a few others by the same band on the interprovincial state bus thing. Then a taxi to school. Not a dramatic enterance, considering all of the kids with nice cars."

Before Sophia could get a response off to Rob, as they were walking down the hall, Sophia spotted the classroom number seconds before the bell had reverberated throughout the school and briskly walked in - presumably with Rob tailing not too far behind her. She glanced around the room, sought out an empty desk, and struck up some basic conversations with the other students around her while everyone anticipated Mr. Bryant to commence his opening spiel for chemistry.

(OOC: Collaboration post between Imperial Esplanade and North Daecon. Red = Sophia Taylor, Blue = Rob Kerstetter.)

[Neu-Zipang]

Yuki Sakamoto:

Coach Karen Sweggler

Coach Karen walked away from Casey for a brief moment to grab a binder that was sitting on a nearby table, listening to Yuki inquire over electrolytes and such, then glanced up as she ceased her question with an intentional ambiguous ending.

"Miss Casey has, in fact, been provided with some electrolytes for the time being. However, of course, if you see as though something is amiss, it may be prudent to check up on both. Yet, as the ambulatory dispatch crew had confirmed earlier, her fainting does not appear to triggered by any particular health issues - save for generic anxiety. Miss Casey should be okay. Now, I've given her an option of either taking the rest of the day off or to try going to class if she wants to, and she said that she'd like to attempt to go to class. I'll write a note for her teachers to inform her that if she is feeling ill, or otherwise disoriented, Miss Casey is to be allowed to miss the rest of the school day. Now, if you just so happen to be going to the same classes as Miss Casey, would you mind occasionally glancing over to her in order confirm everything is still okay?"

"Understood", she responded, after she had written down all the information she had been handed by the coach in her notebook. "I will keep an eye out to ensure her safety and health as far as I can. And I think that at least for today we share the rest of our schedules. Also, we are roommates so this should not cause any problems."

Casey O'Doherty
"Since it is nearly class, lets go then." Casey quietly half mumbled to herself as she held the straps of her school bag with a hard grip. "It's just one class, right? Then the day is over?" Casey asked again a bit louder so that Yuki and Coach Karen could hear, with the innocence that she is known for still very noticeable in her Canadian accented voice.

"I agree, we should indeed go as soon as possible. After you, please." With these words, Yuki made way for Casey, falling in line behind the girl as she walked through along the corridor which lead them to the classrooms. Right as Casey passed her, she fell in line with her, half a step behind her and to her right side. No outside observer would notice anything about it, but this arangement allowed her to keep an eye on her charge, and in case she desided to faint again, she would be in an ideal position to catch her.

While the two girls made their way through the school buildings and over the campus, Yuki pondered the question if she should try to start a conversation with her friend about what had happened during the assembly. On the one hand, she really wanted to know, but on the other, she knew all too well how unnerving it could be when people kept inquiring about things aou where not (yet) willing or able to share.
So she decided for herself, that if Casey wanted to talk to someone, she would be happy to listen, but it would have to come from her.

In the spirit of this, the two girls continued their walk silence until they reached their classroom.