St. Peadrus MacCallion Exchange Program REBOOTED (IC)

by **Arda Tuluva** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:15 pm

"Ah, interesting. A secularizing religious institution coupled with foreign students with a wide range of cultures and religious views is quite a unique dynamic. It is possible to teach a faith's philosophy without indoctrinating zealotry. After all, we must know the river's current else we drown." He maintained good eye contact while speaking with Verity, to indicate his honest interest in what she had to say. "You have aspiration to enter into politics, then. Yes. A similarity we share; that is, if I do well enough on the Imperial Examinations." He made a small gesture to ward off ill omens - making a small circle with his right hand; his pointer finger and pinky finger closed while his thumb and two middle fingers remained straight.

"Does your interest lie towards drafting and implementation of policy or more towards diplomatic missions? If it is the latter then this might be a perfect place to hone your skills."

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:17 pm

“I would be happy to help you if I can, but ladies first. What’s your name and what kind of wrestling do you like?” Khalid asked.

by **Folaisia** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:19 pm

At first, she was startled by Niek's display of certitude, but Ciorstan, remaining reserved, preserved her smile. She continues to help him with his luggage.

"Thank you," Ciorstan replied.

"And I'm willing to bet that your country looks even more bonnie in the autumn."

At that, Ciorstan grabbed the last of his remaining luggage.

"Alright, that should be it. Let's head on in."

by **Les Etats Connuriste** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:31 pm

Emmanuelle nodded as Lechle told her what time dinner was scheduled to take place, as for whether the schedule was going to be stuck to was a matter that was yet to be seen. Of course, Emmanuelle had already failed to stick to the schedule, at least as far as getting on the bus was concerned. Khalid was back again, lingering around them like a bad smell, but she could only smile as Lechle handled the situation much more expertly than she could have done so herself. She decided that if Lechle and Khalid got too entangled, she would take it as her opportunity to slip away to her own room with her case, only to re-appear when she was supposed to do so for some food. As she looked at the time on her smartphone, already she was calculating how long she had to unpack and freshen up before her presence with everyone else was required.

"I'm fine, thanks." she told Khalid. "But I would really appreciate it if you did help out my friend here."

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:34 pm

Emmanuelle nodded as Lechle told her what time dinner was scheduled to take place, as for whether the schedule was going to be stuck to was a matter that was yet to be seen. Of course, Emmanuelle had already failed to stick to the schedule, at least as far as getting on the bus was concerned. Khalid was back again, lingering around them like a bad smell, but she could only smile as Lechle handled the situation much more expertly than she could have done so herself. She decided that if Lechle and Khalid got too entangled, she would take it as her opportunity to slip away to her own room with her case, only to re-appear when she was supposed to do so for some food. As she looked at the time on her smartphone, already she was calculating how long she had to unpack and freshen up before her presence with everyone else was required.

"I'm fine, thanks." she told Khalid. "But I would really appreciate it if you did help out my friend here."

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“I will” said Khalid.

by **Nouveau Quebecois** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:45 pm

St. Peadrus MacCallion
Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle

Gallagher-Blair Hostel - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
/ / / / /
(XX/03/2020) - Afternoon

Les Etats Connuriste wrote:Emmanuelle nodded as Lechle told her what time dinner was scheduled to take place, as for whether the schedule was going to be stuck to was a matter that was yet to be seen. Of course, Emmanuelle had already failed to stick to the schedule, at least as far as getting on the bus was concerned. Khalid was back again, lingering around them like a bad smell, but she could only smile as Lechle handled the situation much more expertly than she could have done so herself. She decided that if Lechle and Khalid got too entangled, she would take it as her opportunity to slip away to her own room with her case, only to re-appear when she was supposed to do so for some food. As she looked at the time on her smartphone, already she was calculating how long she had to unpack and freshen up before her presence with everyone else was required.

"I'm fine, thanks." she told Khalid. "But I would really appreciate it if you did help out my friend here."

As if to say, 'I got this', Lechle gifted Emmanuelle a nod, a wink, and a wave away to demonstrate an aura of confidence. If some people can't catch a flyball, Lechle would take it upon himself to excuse the problem from the situation. He strolled up to Khalid and placed an arm around his shoulder in a positive and friendly manner.

Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:“I will” said Khalid.

"The name's Lechle. My friends call me 'Detlef'. Thanks for agreeing to help me out. Are you from the streets? Or do you have less humble beginnings?"

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 3:05 pm

“Thanks for telling me Detlef,
I’m actually lucky enough to be from the nobility in my home-country. So where are your bags? What kind of wrestling do you like btw?” Said Khalid

by **Vrijstaat Limburg** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 3:14 pm

Dominicus Schmeetz
GALLAGHER-BLAIR HOSTEL, GRANGEMOUTH
APPROX. 1715 LOCAL TIME

"Limburg is always beautiful." Niek answered resolutely. "Autumn, summer, winter, spring. Always." He took a hold of his duffle bag, slung it over his shoulder.

He quickly marched off towards the hostel's entrance, noticing that they were about the only ones left outside. Schmeetz looked up at the structure one last time, and still found it to look modern and strangely ugly. Then, as was custom in his country, he opened the door for Ciorstan, and thanked her heartfully for her help.

by **Folaisia** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 3:31 pm

5:20 PM

The welcoming committee stood with patience as they overlooked the foreign bunch conversing with each other casually. A basket full of unique characters from afar as one of them would call it, and the rest would agree, as different faces, accents and manners of speech blended together perfectly to appeal to even a curious, ordinary local.

"Well, now. Shall we get going. I'm starving already," a man in his 50s pleaded in his native Folaisian Gaelic.

"Ms. Eabarcrombaigh," the girl with a ponytail asked.

The woman in her mid-40s, of whom is called Ms. Eabarcrombaigh, walked forward and urged everyone for their attention. With her loud claps and pleasant calls, the lobby descended into a focused silence.

"We welcome all of you to the Gallagher-Blair Hostel, and as always with our school's exchange program, we hope with our sincerest thoughts and sentiments that you enjoy your stay here as you continue your education in a new and unique environment," she then spoke with her clear, yet distinguishable, accent, "As you immerse yourselves in a different cultural environment, just know that our staff and the school itself will ensure that you all fit in well. Now, onto the rest of the introductions."

She then points with her right hand to the person adjacent, a strict man in his 50s.

"This is Thomas MacIntosh. And if you manage to become acquainted with him long enough, you may call him 'Dean Tommy.'"

"And if anyone of you calls me that name without me gettin' to know you well, I'll be sure to give you a real good punch to the face," Thomas replied.

The committee chuckles.

"Just be careful with introductions, that's all there is to it," Ms. Eabarcrombaigh then added, "To his right is Father Alexander MacCullough, the Head Spiritual Advisor and Head of Student Affairs."

A man with greying hair and a Dominican habit waved and greeted "hello."

"To my left is Martha Cunningham, the President of the Student Council."

"Halò, everyone," the girl with the ponytail bowed and said with nonchalance.

"Further down is Ludovic Scrymgeour, the Vice-President."

"Greetings," a male with a short, brown haircut and dignified visage said.

"And finally, this is Sìlis MacAsgaill, the Council Secretary."

"Hello," a girl with short orange hair and glasses replied.

"They are here to oversee that you get settled in for the night. So, without further ado, I will leave it to Ms. Cunningham, Mr. Scrymgeour and Ms. MacAsgaill to read out the names and the room assignments."

After the remark, the three student council members read out the names and room assignments. Once they were done, the Dean dismisses them to settle in, and the committee was off to the dining room.

* * * * * * * *

6:00 PM

The dining room was filled with round tables with a buffet prepared at the doorside. The plates were as clean as thick, cloud skies under the sunlight, and the food was as alluring as a outdoor, farmers' market. The meats consisted of mince and tatties, chicken tikka masala, scotch pies, angus beef haggis, pâté chinois and bibimbap. For vegetables, rumbledethumps, caesar salad and kimchi. For desserts, black bun, caramel and honey shortbreads, sugar pie and the Talochlain fruit cake. Definitely, a fill worth anyone's stomach.

The welcoming committee currently sits at one long composite table facing across, awaiting the students to come down for the feast. Once the dining room was filled with students, order was called and Father MacCullough lead a prayer to bless the food, and afterwards, the students ate.

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 3:47 pm

Suuentliok

Suuentliok listened to the welcoming committee; the truth be told she really wasn't listening to much, travelling 6 hours and not having a chance to eat on arrival did that to her. She was absolutely starving and she just wanted the feast to get started so she could get some food down her: on hearing the room assignments however a sense of dread immediately came over her.

As they all filed into the dining hall, Suuentliok walked straight up to the welcoming committee.
"I think there has been some kind of mistake," she told them, "You have me in an all-girls room."

by **Les Etats Connuriste** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 3:49 pm

Emmanuelle smiled at Lechle as he seemed to read her plan of action perfectly, watching him sling his arm around Khalid before turning around, after which she felt immediately lost, walking around a little bit aimlessly with the intention of catching the eye of someone who was actually from here, someone in a position of relative authority who knew what was where et cetera could point her in the right direction, not yet knowing where she was staying.

Luckily, that was just the moment the welcoming committee got everyone to be quiet and had their little introductory speech, Emmanuelle making mental notes of which names corresponded to which faces in case such information would serve her well in the future, particularly paying attention to the names assigned to the same room as her, 302. She would find out who those names belonged to soon enough, she was sure of that, as well as being sure that Lechle was lucky not having to share a room with Khalid. To tell the truth, she was kind of disappointed that rooms had to be shared at all, that this institution couldn't afford a separate one for each student, considering all the conflicts that could arise from such circumstances. There didn't seem to be an alternative, however, so she resigned herself to that fate. Emmanuelle momentarily thought about asking one of the student council members for directions to her room, but decided against that, believing herself more than capable of finding it herself without compromising on her independence. Once there, she would unpack a few essentials and try and fit a shower in before returning to eat.

by **Nouveau Quebecois** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 4:04 pm

St. Peadrus MacCallion
Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle

Gallagher-Blair Hostel - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
/ / / / /
(XX/03/2020) - Afternoon

Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:“Thanks for telling me Detlef,
I’m actually lucky enough to be from the nobility in my home-country. So where are your bags? What kind of wrestling do you like btw?” Said Khalid

There were certain rules about lying that you learn in the street. First one being, that it's okay to get tangled up in your fibs, so long as you're agile enough to not trip over them. Apart from accepting the fact he'll always be in PE's lower weight classes, Lechle didn't know the first thing about wrestling, and not much more about other sports either. Other then watching local soccer matches, Lechle wasn't the sportsy type.

"My bags should be in my room by now. 301, I believe. As for wrestling-"

Folaisia wrote:5:20 PM

The welcoming committee stood with patience as they overlooked the foreign bunch conversing with each other casually. A basket full of unique characters from afar as one of them would call it, and the rest would agree, as different faces, accents and manners of speech blended together perfectly to appeal to even a curious, ordinary local.

"Well, now. Shall we get going. I'm starving already," a man in his 50s pleaded in his native Folaisian Gaelic.

"Ms. Eabarcrombaigh," the girl with a ponytail asked.

The woman in her mid-40s, of whom is called Ms. Eabarcrombaigh, walked forward and urged everyone for their attention. With her loud claps and pleasant calls, the lobby descended into a focused silence.

"We welcome all of you to the Gallagher-Blair Hostel, and as always with our school's exchange program, we hope with our sincerest thoughts and sentiments that you enjoy your stay here as you continue your education in a new and unique environment," she then spoke with her clear, yet distinguishable, accent, "As you immerse yourselves in a different cultural environment, just know that our staff and the school itself will ensure that you all fit in well. Now, onto the rest of the introductions."

As if on cue, Lechle finds another excuse to weasel out of a tight situation.

"Ah, I'd love to talk some more, but I haven't eating anything since the flight. And you know how the bus ride was. I'm filing to the Caf', I'll see you later. Don't forget, my luggage is in 301!"

He made somewhat of a speed-walk away to excuse himself from the situation before the Oil Wrestler could question him some more. Coming to the cafeteria, Lechle took a quick scan of the open area.

Folaisia wrote:The dining room was filled with round tables with a buffet prepared at the doorside. The plates were as clean as thick, cloud skies under the sunlight, and the food was as alluring as a outdoor, farmers' market. The meats consisted of mince and tatties, chicken tikka masala, scotch pies, angus beef haggis, pâté chinois and bibimbap. For vegetables, rumbledethumps, caesar salad and kimchi. For desserts, black bun, caramel and honey shortbreads, sugar pie and the Talochlain fruit cake. Definitely, a fill worth anyone's stomach.

Wow. These foods were all foreign to him. Having never had the luxury of something more then homecooked meals and city-foods, Lechle recognised little. If he had the option of finding a corner-store to eat from he would take it, but considering he heard two other kids get yelled at for considering an ice-cream bistro, he decided against it. Nevertheless, he scanned the exits and possible options to sneak out if need be.

Folaisia wrote:The welcoming committee currently sits at one long composite table facing across, awaiting the students to come down for the feast.

Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok
As they all filed into the dining hall, Suuentliok walked straight up to the welcoming committee.
"I think there has been some kind of mistake," she told them, "You have me in an all-girls room."

Lechle took note of the Student Government triage that stood facing the commoners. They were only missing an elevated podium of which to look down upon kids like him. Among them, Suuentliok. Lechle realised he didn't have to be insulted and fished his pocket for the deodorant the tall-girl so offered him on the bus. Quite rudely if he asked himself. Now he knew there were people who were accustomed to cigarettes and alcohol, he didn't need to take it. He walked up to the table and the girl of whom was fraternising with them.

"Hey. Think fast."

Lechle tossed the gifted deodorant back to Suuentliok, and complimented it with a wink.

"I won't be needing it. I'm more of a perfume kind-of-guy anyways."

He turned his attention to the Student Body, but without recognizing who he was looking for.

"Is Cunningham here? I'd like to speak with her." he spoke, with a charismatic tone.

by **Danceria** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 4:05 pm

Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
1800hrs

Larsa remained quiet as the faculty and Student Council made themselves known. Things were rather swell, as the Dean was both strict, yet still carried himself with a coyness needed to endear himself to the student body. Otto and he would apparently share a room with Aethelheart and "Le-Chell", one of whom he recognized as the Camelonean from earlier. Through either silent accompaniment or gradual introduction, Larsa hoped to rope himself and Aethelheart together to get off on the right foot.

With the snagging of a Scotch Pie and Rumbledethumps (Or a bit of "Handpie and Root-toss", as they would be known in Danceria), he set his platter strategically off to the side of the duo. This both allowed him to strategically survey the room for any persons of interest-besides of course, Princess Mary. When Father MacCullough lead the blessing, Larsa crossed himself in the manner of the Greek Orthodox. There would be a pause after the "amen", for the Princeling sent an extra prayer to the Valar. After all, it never hurts to have a little bit of extra support.

Since even on a first class jet airplane food was mediocre at best, Larsa devoured the food with all the grace and poise of his upbringing and as representative of House Solidor-and by proxy, Danceria.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 4:25 pm

Otto

Otto listened to the room assignments with rapt attention, and was relieved to find out that he was not, in fact, bivouacking with the Mohammedan, but instead with Larsa and two others.

As dinner began, he sat down next to Larsa, grinning. "Oi. Looks like we got bunked together. Who else is with us? And...erm, do you know where I can dump my sword?"

Helena
Helena was secretly glad for the interruption-too many people talking around her gave her little or no time to respond to them all.

When the welcoming committee began to speak, she hurriedly packed her bags and stowed her guitar, and finished right as they began to read out room assignments.
Room 302, eh? she thought to herself.

She probably should get to know...whoever the hell her roommates were. But first, the dining room called to her, and she was ravenous.

She had barely sat down before she began eating, and she seemed to be shoving food in her mouth as quickly as decorum would allow her.

by **Camelone** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 6:41 pm

Athelhart was about to respond to Larsa's question about his musical career he was cut off by the welcoming committee and not wishing to be rude to those folk in particular he paid them his attention, well as much attention as he could pay attention as he tried to discretely put away his guitar. He more or less picked up on who was who during the introductions and he caught what his room number would be, 301, and that he would be roomed with three other boys. Not that bad, depending on the room size that is, and in all likelihood a decent size room with bunkbeds would suffice for him as long as he can play when he wants to. With that out of the way he picked his stuff up again, returning his earbud back to his ear and the music accompanying it going to settle in.

There he decided that he should shine his boots a bit for the reception and he looked through his luggage to find some black trousers which he neatly tucked into his boots. Taking out a simple grey tunic and a long brown jerkin he switched out of his traveling clothes and put those on, his slightly more formal set and reattached his cellular bracer with happiness as he whipped his flatcap open again, gingerly placing his clan's brooch in the collar of his jerkin.

6:00 PM
Athelhart took his seat, getting as close as he could with his roommates for the near future. With grace being said he removed his cap and bowed his head crossing himself at its conclusion giving a silent thanks for safe travels and all the feast before him. He took sparingly to begin with, sampling what was good and what was okay for his palates, of course true food before the desserts though they did look appetizing. So far it seemed like everything was going well and he could only pray that things would continue on like this.

by **The Gristolian Imperium** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 6:54 pm

Duke Vyacheslav "Slava" Esperovich Esperovich
Gallagher-Blair Hostel, Grangemouth, Folaisia
Main Lobby & Dinning Room

A room? No. Well yes, but not just a plain room. It was a salon, and not just any salon, but the one back home at the Palace. Lit chandlers casted shadows against the white patterned walls decorated with pink tulips. White, artisan furniture decorated the room with gold trim accents. Upon the walls ancient figures played out their predestined scenes upon the walls: a man being stabbed in the eye, a prince being crowned and a man weeping tears over a women's lifeless body. Each event, meaning nothing at first, each served a special, historic purpose. Around me faceless figures pass me by as the scents of lavender and moss overwhelm me. A scream! A figure in a red satin dress falls before me, but she is not faceless. Her eyes, as colorful as a dreary winter day, stare at me and dare not look away. Her body moves in a hundred directions as her skin grows paler before my eyes. I cannot move. I cannot breath.

Outsider forsake me! My eyes burst open and are quickly blinded by evening sunlight. Glancing around for a brief moment, Slava sees other kids passing by with suitcases. Grangemouth. Glancing out the window, he gazed upon the weird building. Even while Tyvia seems so close in his mind, it was clear he was nowhere near home. His father insisted his oldest child, and only male heir, get a "well-rounded education" unlike he received. To question his father would be pointless, but to leave his friends and family behind seemed unreal. In the end, it was no matter. It had been decided and Slava would be intent on making the most of this experience. Though, he hoped, these foreigners would keep up with his pace. Grabbing what luggage he could, Slava raced as fast as he could out of the bus.

Entering the strange building, which he surely would call home, Salva was sure he looked equally out of place. 6'4" with dark brown hair and blue eyes, this Tyvian walked in large strides donning his simple gray hoodie and khaki trousers. Finally reaching the lobby, Slava arrived just in time to hear the welcoming committee speak. As the room assignments were given, he heard his name and room #304. "I'll be curious to meet my roommates," he thought. It would be one of the few times the young duke would share a room with someone. The last time he had roommates for a camping trip with his classmates over a year ago.

With dinner announced, Slava made his way to the dinning hall. The food looked strange, but familiar. Filling his plate with various meats, pies, vegetables and sweets, his plate looked like a mountain. Sitting down next to a random girl, she seemed to be starving like he was. Slava was sure they both looked like a pair of starving dogs. Barely waiting for prayers to be said, the young duke began to scarf down the food on his plate faster than a chipmunk stuffing his mouth with nuts. While raised with proper manners back at the palace, living with a bunch of boys back at Gurdon College, while still a high society school, still did not help keep his manners in check.

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Helena
Helena was secretly glad for the interruption-too many people talking around her gave her little or no time to respond to them all.

When the welcoming committee began to speak, she hurriedly packed her bags and stowed her guitar, and finished right as they began to read out room assignments.
Room 302, eh? she thought to herself.

She probably should get to know...whoever the hell her roommates were. But first, the dining room called to her, and she was ravenous.

She had barely sat down before she began eating, and she seemed to be shoving food in her mouth as quickly as decorum would allow her.

Taking a moment or two to peer towards his neighbor, Slava would remark in-between bites, "Wow. I am not sure if this is just the best food I have had in awhile, or that maybe the journey here really did starve me out. Void knows I traveled half the known world to get here, am I right?"

by **Danceria** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 7:15 pm

Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
1800hrs

With almost deadpanned face, Larsa answered. "Over the head of your bunk, hilt towards the door." he explained. "Like any civilized person." While idiosyncratic to martial cultures like Danceria and Prussia-Poland, the use of melee weaponry endured into the modern age. With that, he turned to his Camelonean compatriot...

"Say...Athelhart?" the Princeling turned to his roommate. "Think your guitar and a few Camelonean tales can fit in the dorm?"

by **Camelone** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 7:25 pm

Danceria wrote:Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
1800hrs

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Otto

Otto listened to the room assignments with rapt attention, and was relieved to find out that he was not, in fact, bivouacking with the Mohammedan, but instead with Larsa and two others.

As dinner began, he sat down next to Larsa, grinning. "Oi. Looks like we got bunked together. Who else is with us? And...erm, do you know where I can dump my sword?"

With almost deadpanned face, Larsa answered. "Over the head of your bunk, hilt towards the door." he explained. "Like any civilized person." While idiosyncratic to martial cultures like Danceria and Prussia-Poland, the use of melee weaponry endured into the modern age. With that, he turned to his Camelonean compatriot...
Camelone wrote:Athelhart was about to respond to Larsa's question about his musical career he was cut off by the welcoming committee and not wishing to be rude to those folk in particular he paid them his attention, well as much attention as he could pay attention as he tried to discretely put away his guitar. He more or less picked up on who was who during the introductions and he caught what his room number would be, 301, and that he would be roomed with three other boys. Not that bad, depending on the room size that is, and in all likelihood a decent size room with bunkbeds would suffice for him as long as he can play when he wants to. With that out of the way he picked his stuff up again, returning his earbud back to his ear and the music accompanying it going to settle in.

There he decided that he should shine his boots a bit for the reception and he looked through his luggage to find some black trousers which he neatly tucked into his boots. Taking out a simple grey tunic and a long brown jerkin he switched out of his traveling clothes and put those on, his slightly more formal set and reattached his cellular bracer with happiness as he whipped his flatcap open again, gingerly placing his clan's brooch in the collar of his jerkin.

6:00 PM
Athelhart took his seat, getting as close as he could with his roommates for the near future. With grace being said he removed his cap and bowed his head crossing himself at its conclusion giving a silent thanks for safe travels and all the feast before him. He took sparingly to begin with, sampling what was good and what was okay for his palates, of course true food before the desserts though they did look appetizing. So far it seemed like everything was going well and he could only pray that things would continue on like this.

"Say...Athelhart?" the Princeling turned to his roommate. "Think your guitar and a few Camelonean tales can fit in the dorm?"

With a chuckle Athelhart responded to Larsa "Aye, I think they may very well fit. Though I think the good ole tales of Camelone can fill your heart with sorrow and awe without the thrashing of my guitar. You'll be tired of my singin and speakin before long I promise you good sir!" He finished with a jolly laugh.

by **Danceria** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 7:31 pm

Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
180Xhrs

Camelone wrote:With a chuckle Athelhart responded to Larsa "Aye, I think they may very well fit. Though I think the good ole tales of Camelone can fill your heart with sorrow and awe without the thrashing of my guitar. You'll be tired of my singin and speakin before long I promise you good sir!" He finished with a jolly laugh.

Larsa answered the jolly laugh with an ever widening grin. "Then I hope you're fine with breaking a promise. Otto might not like the guitar, but any good song can survive a little metal." the Princeling japed slightly at Otto. "Had I known there was a musician among us, I would have brought mine own...a few ballads from Danceria is sure to match any from Camelone." he boasted.

by **Camelone** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 7:39 pm

Danceria wrote:Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
180Xhrs

Camelone wrote:With a chuckle Athelhart responded to Larsa "Aye, I think they may very well fit. Though I think the good ole tales of Camelone can fill your heart with sorrow and awe without the thrashing of my guitar. You'll be tired of my singin and speakin before long I promise you good sir!" He finished with a jolly laugh.

Larsa answered the jolly laugh with an ever widening grin. "Then I hope you're fine with breaking a promise. Otto might not like the guitar, but any good song can survive a little metal." the Princeling japed slightly at Otto. "Had I known there was a musician among us, I would have brought mine own...a few ballads from Danceria is sure to match any from Camelone." he boasted.

"Oh is that a challenge I hear good lad?" Athelhart said just as laid back and energetically. "I concur, a song can survive when the lyrics stir the heart and no matter the format or instruments you will find the ballads of Camelone reach Heaven itself in both rejoicing and lament. Now I shall make the presumption that you play guitar correct?" He asked trying to gauge his memory because he could not recall if Larsa actually told him what instrument he played.

by **Purgatio** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 7:59 pm

Gallagher-Blair Hotel, Grangemouth

Folaisia wrote:5:20 PM

The welcoming committee stood with patience as they overlooked the foreign bunch conversing with each other casually. A basket full of unique characters from afar as one of them would call it, and the rest would agree, as different faces, accents and manners of speech blended together perfectly to appeal to even a curious, ordinary local.

"Well, now. Shall we get going. I'm starving already," a man in his 50s pleaded in his native Folaisian Gaelic.

"Ms. Eabarcrombaigh," the girl with a ponytail asked.

The woman in her mid-40s, of whom is called Ms. Eabarcrombaigh, walked forward and urged everyone for their attention. With her loud claps and pleasant calls, the lobby descended into a focused silence.

"We welcome all of you to the Gallagher-Blair Hostel, and as always with our school's exchange program, we hope with our sincerest thoughts and sentiments that you enjoy your stay here as you continue your education in a new and unique environment," she then spoke with her clear, yet distinguishable, accent, "As you immerse yourselves in a different cultural environment, just know that our staff and the school itself will ensure that you all fit in well. Now, onto the rest of the introductions."

She then points with her right hand to the person adjacent, a strict man in his 50s.

"This is Thomas MacIntosh. And if you manage to become acquainted with him long enough, you may call him 'Dean Tommy.'"

"And if anyone of you calls me that name without me gettin' to know you well, I'll be sure to give you a real good punch to the face," Thomas replied.

The committee chuckles.

"Just be careful with introductions, that's all there is to it," Ms. Eabarcrombaigh then added, "To his right is Father Alexander MacCullough, the Head Spiritual Advisor and Head of Student Affairs."

A man with greying hair and a Dominican habit waved and greeted "hello."

"To my left is Martha Cunningham, the President of the Student Council."

"Halò, everyone," the girl with the ponytail bowed and said with nonchalance.

"Further down is Ludovic Scrymgeour, the Vice-President."

"Greetings," a male with a short, brown haircut and dignified visage said.

"And finally, this is Sìlis MacAsgaill, the Council Secretary."

"Hello," a girl with short orange hair and glasses replied.

"They are here to oversee that you get settled in for the night. So, without further ado, I will leave it to Ms. Cunningham, Mr. Scrymgeour and Ms. MacAsgaill to read out the names and the room assignments."

After the remark, the three student council members read out the names and room assignments. Once they were done, the Dean dismisses them to settle in, and the committee was off to the dining room.

* * * * * * * *

6:00 PM

The dining room was filled with round tables with a buffet prepared at the doorside. The plates were as clean as thick, cloud skies under the sunlight, and the food was as alluring as a outdoor, farmers' market. The meats consisted of mince and tatties, chicken tikka masala, scotch pies, angus beef haggis, pâté chinois and bibimbap. For vegetables, rumbledethumps, caesar salad and kimchi. For desserts, black bun, caramel and honey shortbreads, sugar pie and the Talochlain fruit cake. Definitely, a fill worth anyone's stomach.

The welcoming committee currently sits at one long composite table facing across, awaiting the students to come down for the feast. Once the dining room was filled with students, order was called and Father MacCullough lead a prayer to bless the food, and afterwards, the students ate.

When that angry and hot-tempered Turk finally left and started chatting with some other girl he didn't know, Benoîst finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief, looking at Her Royal Highness, the Princess Mary, with an apologetic glance, "I-I'm sorry if I caused a scene unnecessarily, if you had no problems with what he did, its just...I don't know, the way he carried himself, his sense of entitlement, like he can just grab other people's body and force a kiss like nobody's business...it rubbed me the wrong way. My god, he's really big though, I was honestly really worried for my safety, I thought he was gonna punch me or something, I was worried stiff!" As Benoîst calmed himself down and apologised to Mary for all the trouble and commotion, he heard one of the older Folaisians in the lobby start calling for everyone's attention, and listened to the different Folaisians introducing themselves, their roles and responsibilities. Benoîst tried to listen attentively and get his mind off all the earlier drama that just went down between him and that Turk, whose name he still did not know, but really, he was most intrigued about the room assignments, hearing that he was to be assigned to Room 303, with three other teenage guys like him. Two of the names he did not recognise, a Dominicus Schmeetz and an Ethelë Niellúne, but the third was a Turkish-sounding name, Khalid Ali Khan, which Benoîst readily assumed was the hot-tempered Turk who forced a kiss on the Princess Mary's hand, then angrily confronted him and demanded an apology from him when Benoîst merely expressed his objections. Benoîst admitted to not being 100% excited or ecstatic about the prospect of sharing a room with him, but tried to reassure himself that maybe that rocky beginning would not be reflective of their future interactions.

Benoîst turned to Mary and surmised aloud, "Maybe I'll see you later for dinner?", before waiting around in the lobby for about half an hour later, when the students were invited into the dinner for a sumptuous dinner buffet. Benoîst licked his lips as he waited in line behind the other students, grabbing a plate from the buffet table and glancing over the array of sumptuous and tasty-looking food. Benoîst wasn't feeling particularly hungry at the moment, he was usually a fairly light eater, so he decided to stick to some of the Caesar salad and a single slice of Talochian fruit cake, and made his way over to the long composite table where many of the other students were already seated. Benoîst snuck into the closest seat he could find, and daintily and elegantly pressed against a lettuce leaf with his fork, letting out an exhausted sigh, before he began slowly eating his salad, letting his mind wander in relaxation after such a stressful first day.

by **Folaisia** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 8:11 pm

Martha, Ludovic and Sìlis were on their way to the dining room, about to start conversations with one another, when Suuentliok called for their attention. When she mentioned about the discrepancy about her being assigned in an all-girls room, the three shot puzzled looks at each other.

"Is there a problem with that," asked Martha.

As they were anticipating an answer from Suuentliok, Lechle came into the social bubble and introduced himself by throwing a deodorant to her and saying how he was "more of a perfume kind-of-guy" and winked afterwards. Martha glanced at Lechle after he made his remark, while Ludovic shot up an eyebrow and Sìlis let her right hand cover her mouth before looking at each other in a restrained astonishment. Then Lechle's question came up.

"You're looking at her," Martha replied as she chuckled.

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 8:18 pm

Folaisia wrote:
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok

Suuentliok listened to the welcoming committee; the truth be told she really wasn't listening to much, travelling 6 hours and not having a chance to eat on arrival did that to her. She was absolutely starving and she just wanted the feast to get started so she could get some food down her: on hearing the room assignments however a sense of dread immediately came over her.

As they all filed into the dining hall, Suuentliok walked straight up to the welcoming committee.
"I think there has been some kind of mistake," she told them, "You have me in an all-girls room."

Nouveau Quebecois wrote:He turned his attention to the Student Body, but without recognizing who he was looking for.

"Is Cunningham here? I'd like to speak with her." he spoke, with a charismatic tone.

Martha, Ludovic and Sìlis were on their way to the dining room, about to start conversations with one another, when Suuentliok called for their attention. When she mentioned about the discrepancy about her being assigned in an all-girls room, the three shot puzzled looks at each other.

"Is there a problem with that," asked Martha.

As they were anticipating an answer from Suuentliok, Lechle came into the social bubble and introduced himself by throwing a deodorant to her and saying how he was "more of a perfume kind-of-guy" and winked afterwards. Martha glanced at Lechle after he made his remark, while Ludovic shot up an eyebrow and Sìlis let her right hand cover her mouth before looking at each other in a restrained astonishment. Then Lechle's question came up.

"You're looking at her," Martha replied as she chuckled.

Suuentliok gathered herself.
"A few months ago," she began, "I was on deployment, with my mothers legions, and I was assigned to sleep in a room that was all female. On my second to last night with the legions, when I had just gotten undressed...my people sleep naked you see...I was assaulted by every other girl I was sharing with." She pulled down the top of her t-shirt, revealing the horrible scars on her upper back. "Since then...I've been much more comfortable sleeping amongst men. I don't think I'd ever get to sleep if I was sleeping with women again, I can't stay in that room. I'd have like...the most horrible flashbacks."

by **Nouveau Quebecois** » Mon Mar 16, 2020 8:25 pm

St. Peadrus MacCallion
Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle

Gallagher-Blair Hostel - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
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(XX/03/2020) - Afternoon

Folaisia wrote:As they were anticipating an answer from Suuentliok, Lechle came into the social bubble and introduced himself by throwing a deodorant to her and saying how he was "more of a perfume kind-of-guy" and winked afterwards. Martha glanced at Lechle after he made his remark, while Ludovic shot up an eyebrow and Sìlis let her right hand cover her mouth before looking at each other in a restrained astonishment. Then Lechle's question came up.

"You're looking at her," Martha replied as she chuckled.

"Ah- Splendid, splendid. I couldn't recognize you from the back of the crowds during introductions. Where I'm from, the people at my school are, say, nay high."

He raised his hand to his head, a short 5'10". Though that was the first excuse to come to mind, Lechle didn't have any problems getting an eyeful of whom he was looking for. He just wasn't paying attention as per usual, but there's such a thing as being too straightforward, especially with the honour-roll kids. He continued with a chuckle,

"Not here though. Some of these kids are giants."

Which was partially truthful. Mostly truthful. Lechle could get used to this "truth" thing.

"Pardon me, however. Where are my manners? My name is Lechle. Lay-ish-la. I was hoping I could borrow you, Martha, for a moment, as I had some questions about your role in student government. Can I call you Martha?"

He gestured a few steps away from the crowd, offering the invitation to chat in relative privacy.

by **Folaisia** » Tue Mar 17, 2020 12:37 am

"Well, to first answer your recent question, Lechle, yes, you may call me 'Martha.' I mean, after all, we're students, right," Martha answered, "As for your offer of private conversation, why don't you save it after you finish your dinner? I'd rather have you settle down and eat first after an affy long flight. Get what I'm proposing to you?"

Seeing Lechle off, she now turns to Suuentliok, who was beginning to tell her story with agitation, which flowed from her deep breath, her closed eyes and her small apparent frown. After hearing her story and seeing the mortifying scars embedded on her upper back, Martha could not help but cover her mouth to prevent it from letting out a scream that would be louder than that from her eyes. For Ludovic and Sìlis, they could not keep themselves from suppressing a yelp.

"Good God," Ludovic cringed.

"Ugh, that's horrible," Sìlis expressed.

"'Ey, not so loud."

Martha takes a deep breath, and contemplates Suuentliok's story.

"I understand," she then enunciates and clears her throat, "Alright, why don't we do this: why don't you leave your stuff with the receptionist here, and I'll talk with the Dean, Principal, and Father MacCullough about your current situation to discuss over? Sound fair enough?"

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