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by **Normudria** » Wed Mar 25, 2020 8:55 pm

"Oh, hey!" Siobhán said as she turned back from her new dresser. "You're back! I was wondering where you went."

She looked much better after cleaning up and putting on clean and fresh clothes. "I slept well—I guess, as well as I could after I stayed up boring you about hurling," she finished with a slight grin to accompany her polite quip.

"Would you do me the honor of allowing me to walk with you to the cafeteria? I don't know anyone else here on campus yet, I don't think."

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Wed Mar 25, 2020 9:49 pm

Compared to Khalid, Mary started her day pretty well, and refreshed. Though she was undeterred by the "hello", she quickly remembered their previous encounter, which gave her some sort of reasonable worry for herself. "A coffee in the morning? Just like my sister, except that she drinks tea", commented Mary. "You are, alright? No hand kisses, please", while the last part had came out somewhat straightforward, there was some genuine interest in her about Khalid's state.

by **Folaisia** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 1:42 am

After Alpin called out from the door of Room 305, he headed to Room 302, seeing Saoirse and Ciorstan took care of Rooms 304 and 303. Much to his focus, Alpin never anticipated the door from 305 to open at a single swing, with Suuentliok's head and torso visible. Even more so, in pure skin. It was only after her call that Alpin turned.

"Ach," Alpin shielded his eyes, "It's just a wake-up call. And put some clothes on, for fuck's sake!"

Later on, the chaperones were done, and they headed off into the dining room for breakfast.

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 2:12 am

Folaisia wrote:
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok

The nights were never good for Suuentliok nos Karelminor, not anymore. The nights were never the soft, reassuring, comforting embrace of sleep her friends found in them: they were cold and frightening, with pain and misfortune to darken her dreams. Lots of nights, her self-assured nature was broken at night: that happened when you screamed out in your dreams, a dream or a memory, nobody could be sure; even she was not sure. But she was sure of one thing: a knock at the door at an ungodly hour like this could only mean one thing.

Her speed just upon waking was incredible: Suuentliok heard the loud and urgent knocking at the door and was soon sprinting towards it, her body moving at entirely unreasonable speeds for someone who'd just woken up. She opened the door as quickly as she could, looking very concerned as she stood in the doorway; tall, imposing, graceful, beautiful...scarred, naked.
"What is the emergency?" she asked, her voice filled with urgency. It was clear to look at her face, if your eyes weren't drawn to other things, that she was entirely serious here: "A fire? An attack? What was the reason for your alarm?"

After Alpin called out from the door of Room 305, he headed to Room 302, seeing Saoirse and Ciorstan took care of Rooms 304 and 303. Much to his focus, Alpin never anticipated the door from 305 to open at a single swing, with Suuentliok's head and torso visible. Even more so, in pure skin. It was only after her call that Alpin turned.

"Ach," Alpin shielded his eyes, "It's just a wake-up call. And put some clothes on, for fuck's sake!"

Later on, the chaperones were done, and they headed off into the dining room for breakfast.

Suuentliok

"In what world is that fucking normal?" Suuentliok snapped, glaring in Alpin's direction. The look ijn her eyes could best be described as 'Dangerous' at this moment. "If people are asleep you let them sleep. Gods...it is normal to wake people up here in this shithole of a country? It's unnatural."

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 3:19 am

Ludoviga shrugged “Va bene. I don’t know anybody else either so why not stick together. And I have nothing else to do. Not like there is much options.” She stood a bit awkwardly with her arms trying to find what to do. Back home although it was unconventional yet modest, she wore pants and overalls, stuffing her hands in her pockets. But here she didn’t have pockets. Well the jacket had pockets but those were nothing.

She looked back to Siobhán “No worry about sports. I was interested. Never heard that one. Was never really into sports. Girls like me were put in the ONMI. The occasional soccer game was enough. But even now I don’t think I’d be able to participate, my right eye..eh..it flows...blood.” She pointed “Activity like sports could trigger it and no one wants blood everywhere yes? Have to tell the staff.” She then stood in the hallway looking into the room “Ready?”

A sudden shove was felt by Ludoviga as a voice asked “Ready for what?” It was Rocco. Obvious. Uniform jacket still in his hand.

“Stronzo. You scared me. Ready to get breakfast with my roommate. Rocco, this is Siobhán. And vice versa.” She introduced them.

The brother nodded his head at Siobhán “Good day signorina.” greeting her in a heavily accented English. Where Ludoviga was an avid learner and at least managed her way around English, Rocco was the opposite. Although taught English, he never perused it. “Some day it is, no?” he said as he put his jacket on.

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:07 am

“I’m fine, Mary...” said Khalid drinking his coffee “How are you today, Mi’lady?”

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:37 am

"Fine, I slept well myself. I believe that u did not share the same experience?", asked Mary bluntly as she politely took her own cup of coffee, just like a princess. "Ready for PE?", though Mary deep down knew the answer herself, she seemingly had some time for a little quiz while she's at it. "Before you answer, let's take a nice seat", invited her as she carefully positioned herself down on one of the cafeteria's chairs.

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 5:04 am

“Would you like to go on a date with me, Princess?” Asked Khalid.

Meanwhile he was googling motorcycle and moped age,
He would need practice to join the Royal 1st Motorcycle Regiment of the Royal Gendarmerie

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:28 am

"At least he knows that I'm a princess", Mary's inside voice murmured. At the insistence for her to become Khalid's "girlfriend", Mary clearly hesitated, but she did not made it visible. Soon enough, her sister's advice the previous night about the need to become a stronger girl alongside Verity's advice on the perception of foreign female students in student exchange programs quickly rang inside her head. Soon enough, she made her decision.

"A date? As in me being your girlfriend? Well, not on this hour but to let you know, I'm a really picky girl so impress me. I'll decide for myself later on", taunted Mary with a sinister smile.

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:58 am

“That is, of course, your prerogative and inshallah I will impress you.”
Said Khalid

by **Cybernetic Socialist Republics** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 12:08 pm

Verity having entered the cafeteria earlier, had been sitting down and eating when she noticed her roommate, mary get her food and sit down to eat. Not long after he saw the creppy bus turk 'noble', Khalid follow her.

While Verity couldn't make out what either said, she notoced that he had started talking to Mary, even as she sat down.

While Verity was sure that Mary couls most probably handle herself, she felt it wouodn't hurt to provide some support.

So she picked up her plate and walked over to Mary to sit in front of her.

She gave Khalid a glance as she set her plate and herself down before starting to talk to Mary.

"Hey Mary, is Sir BusCreep, lord of Pepper Spray, bothering you?" Said Verity, looking directly at Khalid as she referenced him, before looking back to Mary.

by **Les Etats Connuriste** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 12:29 pm

Emmanuelle had not woken up in a good mood. Not that she often did anyway - far from being a morning person - but the headache from that shitty whiskey was bad enough without it being added to by people's alarms and knocks on the door. She felt like being up this early ought to be a violation of one's human rights, the only times she could think it acceptable to be up and about at half six being if you had an early flight to catch or that you hadn't actually been to sleep from the night before yet. Nevertheless, said headache did prove to have at least one use, making what would otherwise have been the tempting option of going back to bed not particularly viable. Now she was awake, she saw little reason to not shower (which did make her feel better), brush one's teeth, not really doing anything major with regards to hair styling or makeup given that she was conscious that physical education was going to be one of the morning lessons. It would not be worth the time investment into that for it all to be potentially messed up again by the period's end.

Emmanuelle hadn't yet tried on the uniform, and she was pleased with it once she got a good look at herself in the mirror. She had expected the skirt to be a bit longer, given this place claimed to be a Catholic institution, but the young woman certainly wasn't complaining about that. The dark colour of the overall ensemble made it match the tights she was wearing too, which was another bonus. Emmanuelle therefore resolved that she would take good care of her uniform, not just because she was supposed to, but rather that she wanted to. Luckily, she knew how to keep items of clothing in great condition, and given the total cost of her wardrobe one would probably expect no less. Snapping a quick selfie in the new uniform and uploading it to the relevant social media sites, she smiled as she wondered what all her former schoolmates back home would think.

She didn't quite know what the time was as she found herself sauntering into the cafeteria, keeping an eye out for Lechle if only because he was pretty much the only person she actually knew yet. She knew who her roommate Helena was too, even if they had only exchanged a couple of sentences, but Emmanuelle didn't see her down here at the moment. Khalid, of course, was instantly recognisable, but Khalid was... not someone she particularly wished to associate with. Emmanuelle already viewed him as a troublemaker from his antics yesterday, and whilst admittedly Emmanuelle normally didn't have issues with troublemakers, they had to be the right kind. Lechle was relatively easy going and fun, she liked to view herself similarly if she was up to no good, but Khalid came across as entitled and violent. For a split second she was surprised to see him with two girls, but it quickly occurred to her that he had likely just thrust himself upon them rather than being invited to do so. There were a couple of other faces around that Emmanuelle did not yet recognise, but her curiosity could wait to find out who they were until the actual teaching began. Imagining that the cafeteria wouldn't cater to her taste for iced coffee, she got a glass of orange juice with breakfast and sat on her own for now - at least it meant she could eat without having the distraction of maintaining a conversation, though she wouldn't protest if anyone came to sit with her.

by **Danceria** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 2:14 pm

Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
Dining Hall
06XXhrs

It was the dawn of the first day, and fortune favored the swift in terms of getting the first shower. Packing his gym clothes in a designated bag, and swiftly donning the uniform, Larsa made his way to the cafeteria. Due to PE being the first class on the list, he opted to eat light and either start his day off with tea, OJ, or good old fashioned water.

As for the company...well, that was to be decided later. It was still early in the semester, and people were just starting to get acquainted with one another. Khalid of course, was Khalid, but it seemed after his recent defeat that either he humbled himself, or those around him may be less afraid. Troublemakers, in Larsa's mind, will have no trouble attracting due judgement upon themselves.

Still, he would enter the cafeteria and perhaps keep an eye out, maybe sit with someone new...

by **AHSCA** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 2:29 pm

Danceria wrote:As for the company...well, that was to be decided later. It was still early in the semester, and people were just starting to get acquainted with one another. Khalid of course, was Khalid, but it seemed after his recent defeat that either he humbled himself, or those around him may be less afraid. Troublemakers, in Larsa's mind, will have no trouble attracting due judgement upon themselves.

Still, he would enter the cafeteria and perhaps keep an eye out, maybe sit with someone new...

"Oh uh good morning." Momiji bid him with a tray full, managing to stop herself from ramming into him and causing him and her to topple, lucky save. "Want to take a seat with me? I think there's a seat free there." she gestured. "Figure easier; looks like this place has filled fast."

by **Danceria** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:40 pm

Well this was a surprise, someone who was both polite and assertive, qualities that Larsa admired. Though she nearly barreled into him, at least someone was up and awake at the crack of danw. "Good morning." the Dancerian Prince smiled, "I'd be happy to join you, as long as you don't mind me eating light." he gestured to his rather bare breakfast, a slab of toast for carbs and some tea for caffination. Of course, he would opt with a larger luncheon, or perhaps a second breakfast as could be the norm among the Dancerians. But that was too far in the day to be planning. He looked over at the young girl with long dark hair...but something about her intuition and demeanor seemed familiar to Larsa.

"...Pardon me if I'm incorrect, but are you from AHSCA...?"

by **AHSCA** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:57 pm

Danceria wrote:Well this was a surprise, someone who was both polite and assertive, qualities that Larsa admired. Though she nearly barreled into him, at least someone was up and awake at the crack of danw. "Good morning." the Dancerian Prince smiled, "I'd be happy to join you, as long as you don't mind me eating light." he gestured to his rather bare breakfast, a slab of toast for carbs and some tea for caffination. Of course, he would opt with a larger luncheon, or perhaps a second breakfast as could be the norm among the Dancerians. But that was too far in the day to be planning. He looked over at the young girl with long dark hair...but something about her intuition and demeanor seemed familiar to Larsa.

"...Pardon me if I'm incorrect, but are you from AHSCA...?"

"Oh I don't mind at all, I'm used to a pretty light meal in the morning myself. Anyway shall we?" She gestured again and the two of them could sit down together. To her surprise he correctly managed to guess she was a native UIS AHSCAian Islander. "Oh, good guess! I am from AHSCA, the isle of Hoshino to be exact. That's impressive how did you know that?"

by **The Gristolian Imperium** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:10 pm

Duke Vyacheslav "Slava" Esperovich Bibikovsky
Gallagher-Blair Hostel, Grangemouth, Folaisia
Room 305

6:30 AM

Tossing and turning, Slava heard the waking calls from the hall. While the previous school he attended also had an early start time, 6:30 AM was a little too soon to wake. As he was caught in a weird state of consciousness, he swore he heard someone within 305 charge to the door. "Maybe Suuentliok finally killed Benoît," he humored. Both his roommates, including the fox, were interesting for sure. While Benoît seemed like a calm guy, there was no doubt that last night would not be the last time Suuentliok and Benoît would butt heads. At least Tarin seemed to be something that could hold back any physical violence from Suuentliok. Slava just hoped he would be kept out of the drama.

Finally rolling out of bed ten minutes later, he began to get ready at a sloth's pace. Grabbing his stuff, he stopped by the bathroom on the floor to get a quick shower in. While Slava was content for the first few moments of the shower with hot water, it eventually got colder than the Great Eastern Ocean. Stopping mid-shower, Slava used the sink in the bathroom with his hands to wash out the rest of the soap in his hair. Mumbling several words under his breath, Slava was fed up with the showers already on the first day of classes. Getting into his uniform, which Slava found a size too small, he decided to push through it as his stomach began to rumble once more.

Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok

"In what world is that fucking normal?" Suuentliok snapped, glaring in Alpin's direction. The look ijn her eyes could best be described as 'Dangerous' at this moment. "If people are asleep you let them sleep. Gods...it is normal to wake people up here in this shithole of a country? It's unnatural."

Noticing Suuentliok's door open, he quickly peeked in to see Tarin again and remarked, "See you later, dude." Though, as he was about to exit 305, Slava saw Suuentliok fully nude. "Son of the Outsider, not again," Slava mumbled. Looking straight at Suuentliok, his shock at seeing his roommate nude kept him still for a few seconds. Realizing he wanted nothing to due with the situation, he covered his eyes and barged into the hallway making his way towards the nearest staircase. Barely, the individuals could hear hear Slava saying his morning greetings before running by.

Happy to be away from 305 and in the cafeteria, Slava made a bee-line for the food. Grabbing a plate full of eggs and hashbrowns, he looked around for somewhere to sit. Ideally, he thought, by someone new and not too crazy.

Les Etats Connuriste wrote:There were a couple of other faces around that Emmanuelle did not yet recognise, but her curiosity could wait to find out who they were until the actual teaching began. Imagining that the cafeteria wouldn't cater to her taste for iced coffee, she got a glass of orange juice with breakfast and sat on her own for now - at least it meant she could eat without having the distraction of maintaining a conversation, though she wouldn't protest if anyone came to sit with her.

Spotting a girl from across the room, Slava grabbed a seat next to her. Beginning to shovel eggs into his mouth, he asked, "Hey, so are you an exchange student by chance? I'm Slava."

by **Danceria** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:19 pm

AHSCA wrote:"Oh I don't mind at all, I'm used to a pretty light meal in the morning myself. Anyway shall we?" She gestured again and the two of them could sit down together. To her surprise he correctly managed to guess she was a native UIS AHSCAian Islander. "Oh, good guess! I am from AHSCA, the isle of Hoshino to be exact. That's impressive how did you know that?"

"The Good King Aceus visited your fair islands once or twice..." was all Larsa would say on the matter. "They've been reported to have a rather...open demeanor. Yours struck me as such." After sipping his tea, he would ask. "...My name is Larsa, Larsa Solidor. I'm from Danceria...Archades specifically. How was your trip over here?"

by **AHSCA** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:42 pm

Danceria wrote:"The Good King Aceus visited your fair islands once or twice..." was all Larsa would say on the matter. "They've been reported to have a rather...open demeanor. Yours struck me as such." After sipping his tea, he would ask. "...My name is Larsa, Larsa Solidor. I'm from Danceria...Archades specifically. How was your trip over here?"

"Oooh wow. I'm glad your Good King found our islands so welcoming and inviting." She tried to think had she ever ran across anyone who seemed royal? Honestly she couldn't think of it, then again what on earth would a foreign king be doing in a little backwater pub on her home island. "Good to meet you, Larsa. I'm Momiji Saiki and I'm from the village of Torii to be exact. Little fishing village on the north side of Hoshino. Anyway, my trip was okay up. Times of calm and other times rougher. I've actually been here in Folaisia for just over a month now. My teacher from back home; she's the one who told me I should come to this school for at least a semester, she agreed to take me up and let me stay with her before it'd be time to settle in the hostel. Folaisia is very far away from AHSCA took me over a month of sea travel just to get here. Lucky we timed things out just right, if I left too late, I'd end up very late to school and have no time to acclimate to living here. I suppose we could have hop skipped up to Lamoni or Kuronami and flown the rest of the way but I only have so much money and my sister so generously paid my fair on the ship. Luxury cabin and everything, that's like a months wages and profits for her! OH MY!" She put her hands to her mouth "I'm sorry, I'm being impolite and rambling. I haven't been able to really talk to many since getting here. Last night I was tired and queasy from the bus ride."

by **Folaisia** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 7:48 pm

"It's normal here, alright," Alpin replied, "And why? You want to be late? Of course not. And with due respect, miss, I don't want to know what kind of country you live in. Please get changed to your uniform and come down for breakfast before we leave at 7:45, alright? Thank you."

Alpin then leaves for the dining room.

by **Normudria** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 8:12 pm

Siobhán smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rocco. Your sister has told me about you—good things, I can assure you," she quipped politely. "And," she turned to address Viga, "I'm sorry to hear about your eye. I've heard of that condition before. But... What is ONMI?"

"Perhaps you can tell me as we walk to go get breakfast." With that, she turned and began walking with them towards the dining hall.

by **Camelone** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 8:29 pm

6:00-6:30 AM
Room 301
Mornings had never been something that Athelhart struggled with, his family had a tradition of praying the Angelus at 6 in the morning and 6 at night and even though he now found himself in a foreign country surrounded by teasa he was not going to stop. Rolling out of bed as silently as he could he retrieved the prayer scarf, a rough wool stole in all honestly with a cross at each end which he held in each hand respectively, the rest laid over his neck. He crossed himself and prayed at his bedside, silently muttering the prayer he has said for almost every morning and night of his life, the prayer coupled with the Camelonean Gaelic he spoke helped to ease his already bubbling home sickness. With his prayers concluded he continued to try and be silent as he gathered his things for a shower, there was no point in trying to roll back into bed so might as well get started.

Carefully closing the door behind him Athelhart made his way to the showers and took a quick shower, giving a short prayer of thanks for the small blessing of hot water and for the ability to breath this day. Drying off he changed into his school uniform that he brought with him, thinking it would be best to change after getting cleaned up than walking back to his room and risking an embarrassing accident. With that squared away he straightened out his tie and combed his hair and brushed his teeth before returning back to the room well before anyone else from his room was up and about. Still not wishing to awaken anyone he grabbed his schoolbag and cellular bracer, through in the necessary material for the day, which included his gym clothes. He felt out of his Order wearing these clothes, something about them just rubbed Athelhart the wrong way, he didn't look like freeman anymore but some combination of a teasa, a Commonwealth Fellow, and a yeoman. He took a deep breath and settled himself and with that settled off he went, grabbing his cloak and flatcap, securing the cloak around him and the cap upon his head, he left the room and made his way to the cafeteria passing by the chaperones with a good morning.

Grabbing a cup of coffee and an apple Athelhart put his bag down against the wall and sat outside the hostel for a little bit taking his time and enjoying the calm morning. It would be more calm out there then in the hostel if last night was anything to go by so he took some time to recuperate and let his mind wander to pleasant thoughts of home. Quickly though he realized that perhaps that wasn't the best course of action as he felt melancholy fall upon him once more at the thought of home and all things he was forced to leave behind by a wrongful belief of his parents. Finishing off his apple he tossed the core into a nearby patch of grass and walked back inside, an empty coffee cup in his hand and when he was refilling it he noticed the presence of more people in the cafeteria and decided grabbing a small plate of fruit and some oatmeal would be best for socializing. Finding a spot to sit down, just by himself due to the fact he did not feel like intruding or talking at the moment, he crossed himself again and said another prayer in his native tongue drawing comfort from the language and prayer once more. With an amen he folded his hands down and began to partake in the reserved meal he had assembled for himself, content at least for now.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 10:04 pm

While Mary was busy "toying" with her company, the sight of Verity came into view, which certainly brought much joy for Mary. "Well, not necessarily so", replied her casually. "And I guess you could drop those nicknames because, I've been politely invited out on a date", Mary assured her friend Verity with a sense of odd joy and accomplishment.

by **Lux Pulchrae** » Fri Mar 27, 2020 2:23 am

"Oh sure, I will tell you more. And don't apologize for the eye, it gets me out of a lot of things." Ludoviga smiled.

Rocco leaned to her "I checked the schedule. There's supposed to be a mass. Bring your veil. And try not to eat too much." he suggested, but it felt more like an order to her.

"Give me a moment?" she asked Siobhán as she went back inside the room to get a little plastic zip bag that had her veil, putting it in her backpack. "To the cafeteria then? Lead the way Siobhán, you'd know better than us."

As they walked, Ludoviga remembered that Siobhán asked her a question "I'm sorry, earlier you asked me about the ONMI. How could I say it? The Opera Nazionale per la Maternita e l'Infanzia...hmm...well it would be in English the...National Org-"

"National Organization for the Protection of Motherhood and Infancy." Rocco interrupted "That would be the entire name. Ma, 'ONMI' sounds much better than 'ONPMI' to the ears. No?"

"Yes. Back to what I was saying, ONMI is a government education program. Or a social program, I don't know exactly which. It teaches girls about womanhood and motherhood. How to dress, how to act, how to spot good men. It also helps mothers, pregnant women, single mothers, et cetera. It's meant more for early teen and teenage girls. For little girls it's more of an etiquette course. Overall it is like a family thing, not necessarily just mothers or girls. It promotes heavily the idea of large families. I hear they even give out awards and rewards. A bit odd in my opinion. But, that's the sum of it. The idea of family is very big back home."

"The ONMI has a phrase," Rocco added "'Morte della Famiglia è Morte della Nazione'. Death of the Family is Death of the Nation. ONMI is the state's arm for family propaganda. And I say that in a good way."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Fri Mar 27, 2020 6:58 am

Otto and Helena; 0600 to 0630 hours

The morning had been a whirlwind for Otto and Helena, with both changing rapidly and getting into their clothes. After that, both headed downstairs; Otto after a brief prayer, Helena after checking that she had everything prepared for class. A quick shower after that for Otto, and a splash of water on the face for Helena, and both found themselves downstairs to the cafeteria.

Helena grabbed a packet of instant coffee, some orange juice, and a plate of butter and toast before settling down next to Emanuelle, while Otto grabbed a carton of milk and a tray of food(to be exact; tomato sauce, sausages, and bacon) and went outside to take his meal in peace and quiet, although he wouldn't object to company.

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