St. Peadrus MacCallion Exchange Program REBOOTED (IC)

[Nouveau Quebecois]

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Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle
St. PMC. High School - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
Jye - A Shitty Love Song
(XX/03/2020) - Morning

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"Emmanuelle. Great" he thought to himself sarcastically, when he heard the name he was less excited, returning to Detlef in response "No, basketball superstar Shaquille O'Nel over there." he joked, hinting at the tall girl.

The tall girl that was suddenly duped by the tiniest kid in the school. Lechle found himself grinning with the Italian, whether it was his joke or the perpetual insanity of the school and it's inhabitants.

"Yes, Emmanuelle. So you know 'er. That's good. You like her? You were a zombie before a brought you back just now."

It was on the spot for him to ask. Lechle's grin quickly faded for a sense of embarrassment. it was uncharacteristic of him to be told what he was doing, figuring that just staring into space was an even way of passing the time which seemed to be closing to a crawl. It didn't occur to him what exactly he was staring at until it was brought up. Coming up with an answer was difficult, as he didn't exactly know whether he 'liked' her or not. They only shared an evening with each other, and though drinking in alleyways and scaring ice-cream vendors was a comfortable night in his books, the feeling of the sobering morning was completely alien. Whether he should tell any of this to the man with the big mouth was another issue. Lechle racked his brain to come up with a neutral answer, but more importantly searched for a change of topic. He replied after a long pause;

"... No... We talked once... About something... But I don't know her."

Maybe it was best to keep things simple for now. Optimism is a dangerous drug.

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[Lux Pulchrae]

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Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle
St. PMC. High School - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
Jye - A Shitty Love Song
(XX/03/2020) - Morning

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It was on the spot for him to ask. Lechle's grin quickly faded for a sense of embarrassment. it was uncharacteristic of him to be told what he was doing, figuring that just staring into space was an even way of passing the time which seemed to be closing to a crawl. It didn't occur to him what exactly he was staring at until it was brought up. Coming up with an answer was difficult, as he didn't exactly know whether he 'liked' her or not. They only shared an evening with each other, and though drinking in alleyways and scaring ice-cream vendors was a comfortable night in his books, the feeling of the sobering morning was completely alien. Whether he should tell any of this to the man with the big mouth was another issue. Lechle racked his brain to come up with a neutral answer, but more importantly searched for a change of topic. He replied after a long pause;

"... No... We talked once... About something... But I don't know her."

Maybe it was best to keep things simple for now. Optimism is a dangerous drug.

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"Took you a some to answer. I'm an ass'ole but I don't steal women. Or in this case, girls. You think I could have a shot? Funny that we are playing basketball soon, no? What do the kids say today: 'shoot your shot'? I'm not much for this moor sport of basketball but she seems like a nice girl." Rocco didn't consider himself much of a ladies man, nor would say he was one, he's had a couple here or there, maybe one currently but nothing serious. Plus with the compulsory service coming as soon as he finishes school, he thought maybe why not try one more girl. "Emmanuelle. Is she one of you? You know...French."

[Normudria]

When she finally found him, she walked up to him and smiled.

"Hey there. Sorry I didn't have a chance to introduce myself earlier. Very rude of me. You're Ajay, right? I'm Siobhán, and I'd love to learn more about you as well."

Ajay turned around and saw the brunette from earlier talk to him, and remembered what he said to her earlier. "No, don't call yourself that, or I'd have been very rude myself! We were all preparing to leave, so leaving things hanging that way wasn't rude at all!"

He would've extended his hand to her in friendship, but saw Steppie's darting eyes scanning the crowd for... for something. So instead he pointed towards him and said to her, "That blond guy right over there's my roommate! The really short one! His name's Step-- I mean Stephen. We all have our pet names, hahaha! So... Shévanne?... your name seems mighty Irish, I don't know how to pronounce it. Don't know how to spell it either. I'll call you... hm..."

Ajay could now see Stephen running into the crowd of students.

"... well, wait, what would you like me to call you? I'm stumped, no disres--"

"OOF!"

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaa --"

For what must have the umpteenth time of his first day in Folaisia, Ajay Nath Thakur stared in slack-jawed awe, too stupefied to do anything else.

It wasn't that Ajay did not see his newfound friend collide with that tower of a student (she must be a student, look at her uniform); he saw it, but it barely registered in his mind.

What did register in his mind was that student's sheer physical dimensions -- she was huge. Like, no, not like at all --

"Āmākē cuduna, she's bigger than Bigtree!"

It was an exclamation in the form of a whisper.

Ajay still had that much self-control left in him, even if she indeed was several inches taller than the fabled Moscan parliamentarian.

"Oh yeah, Cheyvonne is about how you pronounce it. I'm from the Kingdom of Normudria, and we speak a Gaelic language, so it is sort of like Irish!" Siobhán smiled at Ajay's enthusiastic attitude. "You don't have to give me a pet name, really, but if you must, just call me Chey, I suppose." 'Chey' was an odd nickname she'd never had before in Normudria, but given how it sounded in an English-speaking context, Siobhán reckoned she'd probably be called that often. "Stephen and Ajay," she said, right as Ajay's attention turned to the student colliding with another.

"Oh dear. If this level of professionalism was on display at my old school, we'd be suspended..." She said out loud, if to nobody but herself. After ruminating on this thought for a while, she turned to Ajay again. "So tell me, Ajay. What country do you come from? What's it like there?"

[Nouveau Quebecois]

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Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle
St. PMC. High School - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
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(XX/03/2020) - Morning

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"Took you a some to answer. I'm an ass'ole but I don't steal women. Or in this case, girls. You think I could have a shot?

Abruptly, it felt like a record scratch rung through his head. Though the Italian droned on, his voice muted, and the ambient sound quickly turned to whitenoise. Lechle could hear an unbearable ringing in his ears and his eye twitched. 'He's kidding' he thought, yet contempt only grew and grew as any sense of camaraderie quickly faded from mind and heart, where terrible ideas instead took root. Gibberish about womanizers being lower then scum of the Earth as his subconscious anger aimed in no particular direction, flooded with misinformed hatred and fantasies of control. Lechle's life growing up in urban Canada was never in his control and now it seems nothing has changed. 'I want to be in control' he thought to himself, losing himself, before refocusing on Arditi. 'Someone arrest this man. He talks in maths. He buzzes like a fridge. He's like a detuned radio. He's making me feel ill. This is what you'll get.'

"Emmanuelle.

Snap back to reality. A currently cigarette-less reality.

"Is she one of you? You know...French."

Lechle immediately recalled her mentioning Connuriste from last night, and as thoughts flooded back into his head he returned to a subsidised calm. Though he wasn't familiar with Connuriste, and she wasn't familiar with Canada, they didn't feel alien to each other at all. One could safely assume a country named 'Connuriste' was naturally French, and Emmanuelle at least partially.

"... Yeah, she's French."

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[Diahon]

"Oh yeah, Cheyvonne is about how you pronounce it. I'm from the Kingdom of Normudria, and we speak a Gaelic language, so it is sort of like Irish!" Siobhán smiled at Ajay's enthusiastic attitude. "You don't have to give me a pet name, really, but if you must, just call me Chey, I suppose." 'Chey' was an odd nickname she'd never had before in Normudria, but given how it sounded in an English-speaking context, Siobhán reckoned she'd probably be called that often. "Stephen and Ajay," she said, right as Ajay's attention turned to the student colliding with another.

"Oh dear. If this level of professionalism was on display at my old school, we'd be suspended..." She said out loud, if to nobody but herself. After ruminating on this thought for a while, she turned to Ajay again. "So tell me, Ajay. What country do you come from? What's it like there?"

With those last words Ajay's consciousness snapped back into the world of the sensible, if by bits and pieces, as his reply would be an embarrassed (not to mention offtopic) "So. Uh. That's. Uh. That's Steppie. The guy who. Uh. Bumped into. Uh. Uh. Hahahahaha. My. Uh. Roommate. Ha. Haha."

This kept on for a few more moments before he recollected himself and focused his eyes and attention to Chey -- he did hear her say "Chey" -- and answered more coherently and with the usual brio this time around, "Well, Chey, that's a good question actually! So I'm from two places at once! Half the year I live with my dad and his family in Moscareinas -- it's all islands over there, and my dad lives in one of them, Reuniaô to the south -- and the other half of the year I live with my mom, her wife, and her aunts in the Queendom of Dahon, in the city of Tei, one of the world's oldest cities."

Ajay paused, the better to adjust his glasses. He kept watch for Stephen, who was still standing, almost shaking, before the sight of such a colossus of who knows where, but resolved not to be further distracted, not while...

"Dad's an archeologist and mum's a paleontologist; dad teaches and occasionally still goes to archeological sites in Madagascar, so he's not around all the time," Ajay continued. "Same with my mum, except she's active on the field, so I see her three weeks out of those six months."

He checked Chey for any signs of concern, then shook his head. "I don't mind, though! They work really hard for something they love. Mum moreso than dad, but same thing! If they're happy, if their families are happy, then I'm happy too!"

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Suuentliok

"Suuentliok," Suuentliok replied, yauning, "Suuentliok nos Karelminor. Everyone just calls me Suuen though, and yeah...that's not a weird name back home. I know it sounds like we picked it from a fantasy novel but my father is Qutariel nos Eltargennu, which sounds like some kind of elf king, so I guess I could have done wor…" she was interrupted as someone seemed to walk right into her...she looked down and continued looking down: was that a dwarf?

Without waiting to be asked whether she needed to, she helped him up and said in a cheery voice from about 2 feet above his head "You appear to have walked into me, Hello. My name is Suuentliok. What are you?"

[Diahon]

Suuentliok

"Suuentliok," Suuentliok replied, yauning, "Suuentliok nos Karelminor. Everyone just calls me Suuen though, and yeah...that's not a weird name back home. I know it sounds like we picked it from a fantasy novel but my father is Qutariel nos Eltargennu, which sounds like some kind of elf king, so I guess I could have done wor…" she was interrupted as someone seemed to walk right into her...she looked down and continued looking down: was that a dwarf?

Without waiting to be asked whether she needed to, she helped him up and said in a cheery voice from about 2 feet above his head "You appear to have walked into me, Hello. My name is Suuentliok. What are you?"

Stephen looked and down at the gigantic girl... woman... whatever in front of him for a few moments, letting the refreshing lack of mental recognition of the name's possible etymology sink in, before replying in kind.

Trying to assume as cheery as voice and as relaxed a disposition as possible, even if he was feeling anything but at that moment, he said to Suuen-something or other, "Stephen Daldry, human being, but call me Steve. Now: WHAT are you?"

He laid the emphasis on that "what" very thickly indeed.

[Folaisia]

Physical Education thread: Here!

[Lux Pulchrae]

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Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle
St. PMC. High School - Grangemouth, Dalmashiel, Folaisia.
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(XX/03/2020) - Morning

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Lechle immediately recalled her mentioning Connuriste from last night, and as thoughts flooded back into his head he returned to a subsidised calm. Though he wasn't familiar with Connuriste, and she wasn't familiar with Canada, they didn't feel alien to each other at all. One could safely assume a country named 'Connuriste' was naturally French, and Emmanuelle at least partially.

"... Yeah, she's French."

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Rocco smiled as he saw Detlef become seemingly demoralized. Putting his arm around the younger boy's far shoulder, he patted him "Don't worry mon petit Detlef. It's too early for these kinds of games. The only game we are playing this early now is basketball." he smiled again as the instructors were calling everyone over.

[Cybernetic Socialist Republics]

Oh I have so much to catch up on and I'm not sure where to begin, so here goes nothing

Verity stood off away from the other exchange students on the basketball court. Not out of any shyness, of course (though she was a bit concerned that Ludaviga might have complained to her brother about their little altercation earlier), but mostly out of a desire to simply observe how her fellow exchange students conversed with eachother absent any drama that Verity's presence might have brought.

Verity was also excited to get to participate in sporting activities. She'd always been among the top athletes in her school. While Verity tended to prefer full contact sports (Verity had a bit penchant for violence), she found more oe less any physically demanding sport to be enjoyable. If it was basketball they were going to play, she'd enjoy it.

Verity was, after all, on the taller end for girls, an advantage playing against the average girl, though she was far shorter than the giant muscular blonde girl she say talk to some other exchange students.

She also wondered if the game would be co-ed, as the boys had yet to be split off from the girls. Nonetheless, after sitting and waiting for over an hour between the Bus ride and Mass, Verity was eager to be active.

[Camelone]

For all intents and purposes the travel to the school and to the outdoors Mass was uneventful, which was a rather surprising occurrence given the nature of this group of students. Athelhart just let his mind wonder and listen to his music on the bus, there was not much reason to talk to anyone. He still was unable to really find anyone that he could talk to, Lechle was nice enough to talk to him but he knew that there really wasn’t all that much of a connection in their conversation. The Mass will be a great opportunity to clear his mind though and prepare for the day as a whole, even though he would be barred from participating in Communion. Throughout the Mass he made sure his prayer scarf was fastened and he followed along as best as he could, there were enough similarities that it was easy enough but also enough differences which tripped him up every now and then.

Once Mass was completed Athelhart milled about off to the side again staying to himself mostly and observing the others, not seeing much use associating with them at the moment. He just went to get ready for gym and hopefully be able to grasp whatever sport these teasa would have him play.

[Folaisia]

Second period class is up: Link