The Redford Academy for Young Ladies (IC)

by **The Selkie** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:36 pm

One might comment on calling a one metre tall (measured by the shoulder) predator and bundle of muscles, fur, bones and very, very sharp teeth a cute puppy, but by the way of how he reacted, Bhuf didn't have anything against being called that.
Quite on the contrary, he enjoyed Fiore's petting.
And what she told me was even better: Good shops, a good tavern - a nice town in general, according to rumours. That was always good!
I, on the other hand, turned to Amelie and replied to her: "Oh, the two of us will see the forests, too.", I said and motioned down to Bhuf, "He feels more comfortable there then in big cities. He never strayed from my side in Silverport."
Silverport, for all the love I have for that city, was not exactly the best city to visit: An industrial centre, thanks to SDY.
But other cities, those were more interesting to visit: Fortham, the capital for the lack of a better term, Tipa, Teanga, Shella... the list went on.

Lillorainen wrote:Foxtrott Railway Station, Foxtrott, Empire of Kuronami
It took her some time to realize she had made it. In fact, it had taken her the entire span of time between receiving the letter that confirmed her acceptance from the Board of Truestees of the Redford Academy for Young Ladies, over the preparation - paperwork and stuff -, the endless flight from Lillorainen to Kuronami, another endless, but very nice train ride through Kuronami's countrysides, to the arrival at the Foxtrott Railway Station right in this very moment.
Britta Morgenthau had made it.
Generally described as cute rather than hot, Britta had just reached 173 centimeters of height, dark blonde hair down to her shoulders, brown, almost dark eyes and a rather skinny figure. She had a way of smiling that many of her fellow students, boys and girls alike, characterized as unforgettable - just cute and innocent, polite and modest.
When she showed it, that is.
She was 17 years old and was the youngest daughter of a marriage couple of upper middle-class who, in cooperation with some other co-owners, ran Lengerich Electronics Limited, one of the larger IT companies of the Lillöer-Archipelago. Her home city was Ladenburg, a megapolis in the west of Elverholm Island; yet, she had spent the last six years in a boarding school, in a town named Vartrup, in the mountains of the State of Rigesöer. She was excellent at languages, speeking multiple of them at a reasonable level, and also much interested in History - aside from that, she was a keen sportswoman, especially when it came to volleyball, endurance run, target shooting (as a Lillo ... how unexpected), and horse riding.
With all that, her life couldn't have been better ... until things had happened.
Despite some tremendously unfortunate incidents, she had managed to apply for attending the Academy, and to be accepted. In fact, she had always been a traveller, being used to always switching location every now and then, or at least being ready to, never actually persistently making a place her home, not even in Vartrup, and even less in the place she had grown up in. Why so? Who knows ...
This was yet another new place, nicely far away from all that circus back ... 'home', for a given definition of the term. A new beginning.
When she disembarked, heading for the gathering places where luggage was supposed to be dropped off, she noticed that she was not the only girl who had already gotten into her Pinafore Dress, the school uniform that looked quite different from the dark-blue and black coloring of her old one (many private schools had uniforms in Lillorainen, whereas public ones did not).
Foxtrott indeed looked nice, as she noticed, giving the town a few glances. Much nicer than Vartrup.
Another girl, black-haired and, from distance, a bit shorter than Britta, who had almost run into yet another one, had brought a pet, a cute puppy - an oversized one, yes, but still a puppy. He seemed to enjoy this place just as much as the girl he was accompanying did.
Britta dropped her luggage at the assembly spot. Some girl - Fatimah Al-Gaddafi, as her name turned out to be - was interested in the puppy, too.
For a second, Britta considered just joining in ... then, another girl, obviously a local, spoke up, introducing herself as Fiore. The puppy got introduced by her owner as Bhuf.
Now, Britta just approached the round of girls, smiling sheepishly and giving them all a small wave. "Good day everyone" - she said, not loudly, but clearly. "I take that you all are here for Redford, right? I'm Britta, Britta Morgenthau."
She looked down onto Bhuf, who seemed to have fun for ten, still smiling.

I turned as Britta joined us - a girl a small bit taller then me and around my age.
"Dang, girls, our cover was blown!", I said with a grin, joking around, turning back to Britta, "Fun aside, we indeed are. I'm Mona, that lad here is Bhuf. Oh, Mona Tairseach of the Tribe of Wexford... my apologies."
My lad was a real ice breaker, as I was seeing it...
Anyway: "If you want to pet him, extend your hand and let him sniff it. He doesn't like people he doesn't know the scent of petting him.", I told Britta and smiled slightly.

by **Saranidia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:38 pm

Mervay wrote:
The Selkie wrote:When she asked me that, I smiled.
"To broaden my horizons.", I told her, "I'm a Selkie, from Silverport, and spent my entire educational career at the same boarding school complex, so I wanted to get away a bit... and landed here. It's a beautiful place, definately the right choice. Can't wait to hit town!"
Bhuf barked in agreement to that plan.

"Me neither. I have heard very great things about this school and when they proposed to me the idea of come I couldn't refuse to such sweet offer" Amelie said smiling as she heard why Mona was here, she would love to know Silverport or any other city of the Freelands soon after this. But that would be for other time.

"I'm sure that the town will be wonderful once we have the chance to leave the building, although I'm more interested in go and know the forest, it's beautiful" and indeed it was, she would take the chance of leave the school during weekend to know the forest first.

Saranidia wrote:Fatimah Al Gaddafi says "I am a member of Gaddafi's tribe on my dad's side yes, I have never personally met the man so I don't know what he was really like but I hear a lot of good things about how he supported Nelson Mandela and opposed the American war in Iraq. "
She then uses her phone to google Nelson Mandela with Colonel Gaddafi on google images and shows a picture of the two leaders hugging

Looking to the picture that Fatimah found, she remembered that photo and the relation between Mandela and Gaddafi during that time. She couldn't deny the good sides of him, but so the bad ones.

"Well I remember that hug, Mandela and Gaddafi relations were good and both Libya and South Africa were having good relations back there" she said looking to it and then to Fatimah. "What I can say of Muammar is that he was an controversial person and not very loved on my home because of some incidents during the cold war"

Kuronami wrote:"Well..." she thought about it a moment. "I guess it's just one of those family traditions. My great grandmother was the first to attend in my family, then my grandmother then my mother and now me. I suspect if I have a daughter I'd hope she'd want to attend too."

"I see, well they might chosen right to study here. I have heard great things from the academy" Amelie said thinking of maybe do that tradition with her family, once she has one of course.

"Hey do you know in what room you have been asigned??"

Fatimah Al Gaddafi says "I understand if people don't like him, everyone has their own opinions about politicians." before saying her dorm number as dorm 4.

by **Mervay** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:50 pm

"Then I suggest you. Don't go to Arcadia, the city is beautiful but very industrialized and with almost nothing to see or do there" Amelie said to Mona and her mascot. Arcadia was an beautiful city for her, but considering that it was created after an war and that the only importance that it has is because of being an industrial and economical center of importance for Mervay, it's not an great choice with many cities more interesting like Asteria or Vitoze.

After that an new girl appeared, her name was Britta and it was an tall girl an little more taller than Amelie. Mona did an joke about it and so she presented herself.

"And I'am Amelie Fleur D'Elise. It's an pleasure to meet you Britta" she said bowing to her once again.

Kuronami wrote:"Probably they did, especially considering this once was a school for noble children. Now it's for anyone who wants to attend. Oh dorm, yes I've been assigned Dorm 2.

Amelie was shocked and glad at the same time, she was gonna share rooms with Fiore and for what it looked like they would become good friends.

"Are you gonna be in the dorm 2!!! I'm glad, I will share it with you too then, in my note it said that my dorm will be dorm 2 too" she says with an grin. "That means we are gonna be roomates then"

Saranidia wrote: Fatimah Al Gaddafi says "I understand if people don't like him, everyone has their own opinions about politicians." before saying her dorm number as dorm 4.

"I see, so your room is the number 4. I hope you find and know your roomate before we go to the academy" Amelie says wishing her good luck on that issue.

by **Lillorainen** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:54 pm

Britta gave both Fiore and Mona a friendly nod. "Pleasure's mine. My dorm number is One, by the way."
She slightly had to snort at the quite obviously Selkie-girl's, Mona's, joke, but didn't comment on it. Instead, she followed her announcement, extending her hand to Bhuf so he could sniff it.
Before letting some inconvenient silence come up, given how well Bhuf did his job as an ice breaker, Britta tried a joke, a bit insecurely, but hoping it would work. "Now ... I wouldn't let anyone pet me before sniffing either, so it seems totally logical to me ... right?"

by **Main Nation Ministry** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:55 pm

Keller Harrington

Eventually, Keller managed to find one of the guides who were near a group of other girls who were going to attend Redford Academy as well. The guide naturally introduced themselves and asked if they were attending. Best not to back up now. "Yes. I'm here to attend Redford Academy." Keller said, putting down her bags. "I'm from Main Nation Ministry. As an exchange student. That is." Keller wanted to say more, but she was hesitant. Trying to not focus on standing out, she tried to think of what to do. Actually, she probably did stand out, since she wasn't even wearing her uniform. "I put my uniform on when we get to the academy. Place is a bit new to me, so I just need to get my bearings, that's all."

by **The Selkie** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:59 pm

I nodded to Amelie.
"Thanks for the advice.", I said and when the discussion turned to roomies, I checked for a moment - Dorm 2. Grinning at Amelie and Fiore, I joined them: "I'm Dorm 2, too."
There was a lot of excitement in my voice at that and Bhuf sensed that, giving a wolfish grin.
"Neither of you is allergic to him, right?", I asked, a bit of concern entering my voice.

Whether or not my lad understood the joke or not was up for debate, but he did not react badly to it.
He sniffed Britta's hand and decided, that she was good, giving it a small lick before settling onto his haunches. She was free to pet him, if she wanted.
"Seems right to me, too.", I replied with a smile, finding the joke a bit lame, but a good try. Then again, my sense of humour was a bit... special, to say the least. "He likes being scratched behind his ears!"

by **Saranidia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:01 pm

Main Nation Ministry wrote:Keller Harrington

Eventually, Keller managed to find one of the guides who were near a group of other girls who were going to attend Redford Academy as well. The guide naturally introduced themselves and asked if they were attending. Best not to back up now. "Yes. I'm here to attend Redford Academy." Keller said, putting down her bags. "I'm from Main Nation Ministry. As an exchange student. That is." Keller wanted to say more, but she was hesitant. Trying to not focus on standing out, she tried to think of what to do. Actually, she probably did stand out, since she wasn't even wearing her uniform. "I put my uniform on when we get to the academy. Place is a bit new to me, so I just need to get my bearings, that's all."

Fatimah Al Gaddafi said "Hi, I hope you feel welcome here. I'm from a very different country to here too, I'm from Saranidia, a Muslim left-leaning state in the Middle East and North Africa like Egypt, Libya and Morocco. I'm also from Azadistan on my Mum's side and Libya on my Dads'. I say from Saranidia because my parent's moved. "

by **Kuronami** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:07 pm

"Welcome! Don't worry about it, they won't expect you to be dressed on the first day which is just a welcoming ceremony. I wore mine because I'm used to being dressed for school anyway. These uniforms aren't that different than what I wore in my middle and elementary school. But every school here as their own standards of uniforms or dress codes. I'm born and bred Kuronami girl here, from just over those mountains you see there. A small town nestled at the foot on the western side. Don't worry I'm not allergic just my mom is. Thankfully those traits skipped me."

by **Folaisia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:18 pm

Foxtrott Railway Station, Kuronami

As Elizabeth took the last pictures of the school and its alluring countryside and sends it to her friends on social media, she rises up from her seat, grabs her luggage, proceeds to head out of the open passenger car door. Feeling the open air of the environment, she gazes at the whole picture, and takes a deep breath before setting foot on the pavement. There, she observes various other students heading out, but her viewing was interrupted with her ringtone of the song "You Make My Dreams Come True" playing out in the pocket of her pinafore uniform.

"Hello," she asked with her Scottish accent being audible.

"How's my wee daughter doing'," said the voice of her father.

"'Ey, dad. I'm doing fine. I just arrived. Real bonnie, I gotta tell you that."

"Good, good. Did you let your friends see it?"

"Yes, I just published it recently."

"Good to hear. Anyways, hear's your mum. She's eager as a kittie to hear from you."

Elizabeth chuckles. Then, a few seconds later, the greeting of her mother comes on the phone.

"Annyeong, Eomma," she said with a perfect Korean accent. (Hi, mom.)

"Dangsin-i anjeonhage dochaghaess-eum-eul al-assseubnida. Heungbunhasyeossseubnikka?" (Good to hear you arrived safely. You excited?)

"Myeonghwaghi. Naneun gidalil su eobsda." (Definitely. I can't wait.)

"Geuge nae yeoja ya. Ije yeolsimhi gongbuhago ganeunghan han choegoui seongjeog-eul eod-eusibsio, al-assji?" (That's my girl. Now, remember to study hard and get the best grades as possible, ok?)

"Al-a, eomma." (I know, mom.)

"And, also," her mom switches, "if you get yourself paddled, I'll hit your bum much harder than those at that school, and much harder than Alexander McTavish in a boxing match. You get me?"

Elizabeth chuckles, a little more harder than last time.

"Yes, mom," she replied, still keeping the smile.

"But, I know you won't get in trouble, right?"

"Of course, eomma," she nodded.

At this point, she turns to the group of foreign students attending the academy gathered up near down.

"Joh-a, eomma. naneun gaya hae. dwie nam-eul suneun eobs-seubnida." (Alright, mom. I'm got to go. Can't bear to get left behind.)

"Joh-a. Haeng-un-eul bilgo jaemiissge bonae!." (Alright, my dear. Good luck and have fun!)

Then, her father's voice comes up the phone.

"Enjoy school there, you canny lassie! And you better take you bonnie wee mum's suggestion to heart.

"Will do, dad. Bye."

Then, she ends the call on her smartphone. Taking a deep breath after seeing the group again, she strolls over to the foreign bunch.

"Howzitgoin', fellow lassies. My name's Elizabeth MacIntyre. From Folaisia," she greeted.

by **Main Nation Ministry** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:19 pm

Saranidia wrote:Fatimah Al Gaddafi said "Hi, I hope you feel welcome here. I'm from a very different country to here too, I'm from Saranidia, a Muslim left-leaning state in the Middle East and North Africa like Egypt, Libya and Morocco. I'm also from Azadistan on my Mum's side and Libya on my Dads'. I say from Saranidia because my parent's moved. "

Kuronami wrote:

"Welcome! Don't worry about it, they won't expect you to be dressed on the first day which is just a welcoming ceremony. I wore mine because I'm used to being dressed for school anyway. These uniforms aren't that different than what I wore in my middle and elementary school. But every school here as their own standards of uniforms or dress codes. I'm born and bred Kuronami girl here, from just over those mountains you see there. A small town nestled at the foot on the western side. Don't worry I'm not allergic just my mom is. Thankfully those traits skipped me."

Keller Harrington
"Well, my country is rather...different, also." Keller said, not having any idea what the Middle East, though she assumed it was a nation within the multiverse somewhere. When the guide joked about not being allergic, along with mentioning traits, she already started to feel nervous. She herself does have her traits of her mother, in terms of beauty, but she knew she inherited some behavioral traits from her own father, which she immediately regretted the thought. "Well, I'm sure it's peaceful here." Keller said to the guide, trying to sound positive, despite the fact she wanted to pout.

by **Mervay** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:22 pm

The Selkie wrote:I nodded to Amelie.
"Thanks for the advice.", I said and when the discussion turned to roomies, I checked for a moment - Dorm 2. Grinning at Amelie and Fiore, I joined them: "I'm Dorm 2, too."
There was a lot of excitement in my voice at that and Bhuf sensed that, giving a wolfish grin.
"Neither of you is allergic to him, right?", I asked, a bit of concern entering my voice.

Amelie was now more excited by the fact that she will share the room with Mona and her mascot too. It looks like that an good year will be foward for her on the school if she makes herself an very good friend of them.

"Great I hope we can all have fun together and get better each other for evade that we destroy our room" Amelie said laughing of that situation, it could end very bad if it happened. After that Mona asked if she was allergic to her mascot to which she answered.

"Nope" just an simple and true no to tell her that she can calm down with her in case she thought that Amelie was allergic to mascots.

by **Lillorainen** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:25 pm

Kuronami wrote:
The Selkie wrote:I nodded to Amelie.
"Thanks for the advice.", I said and when the discussion turned to roomies, I checked for a moment - Dorm 2. Grinning at Amelie and Fiore, I joined them: "I'm Dorm 2, too."
There was a lot of excitement in my voice at that and Bhuf sensed that, giving a wolfish grin.
"Neither of you is allergic to him, right?", I asked, a bit of concern entering my voice.

"Welcome! Don't worry about it, they won't expect you to be dressed on the first day which is just a welcoming ceremony. I wore mine because I'm used to being dressed for school anyway. These uniforms aren't that different than what I wore in my middle and elementary school. But every school here as their own standards of uniforms or dress codes. I'm born and bred Kuronami girl here, from just over those mountains you see there. A small town nestled at the foot on the western side. Don't worry I'm not allergic just my mom is. Thankfully those traits skipped me."

The Selkie wrote:Whether or not my lad understood the joke or not was up for debate, but he did not react badly to it.
He sniffed Britta's hand and decided, that she was good, giving it a small lick before settling onto his haunches. She was free to pet him, if she wanted.
"Seems right to me, too.", I replied with a smile, finding the joke a bit lame, but a good try. Then again, my sense of humour was a bit... special, to say the least. "He likes being scratched behind his ears!"

Folaisia wrote:Foxtrott Railway Station, Kuronami

As Elizabeth took the last pictures of the school and its alluring countryside and sends it to her friends on social media, she rises up from her seat, grabs her luggage, proceeds to head out of the open passenger car door. Feeling the open air of the environment, she gazes at the whole picture, and takes a deep breath before setting foot on the pavement. There, she observes various other students heading out, but her viewing was interrupted with her ringtone of the song "You Make My Dreams Come True" playing out in the pocket of her pinafore uniform.

"Hello," she asked with her Scottish accent being audible.

"How's my wee daughter doing'," said the voice of her father.

"'Ey, dad. I'm doing fine. I just arrived. Real bonnie, I gotta tell you that."

"Good, good. Did you let your friends see it?"

"Yes, I just published it recently."

"Good to hear. Anyways, hear's your mum. She's eager as a kittie to hear from you."

Elizabeth chuckles. Then, a few seconds later, the greeting of her mother comes on the phone.

"Annyeong, Eomma," she said with a perfect Korean accent. (Mom.)

"Dangsin-i anjeonhage dochaghaess-eum-eul al-assseubnida. Heungbunhasyeossseubnikka?" (Good to hear you arrived safely. You excited?)

"Myeonghwaghi. Naneun gidalil su eobsda." (Definitely. I can't wait.)

"Geuge nae yeoja ya. Ije yeolsimhi gongbuhago ganeunghan han choegoui seongjeog-eul eod-eusibsio, al-assji?" (That's my girl. Now, remember to study hard and get the best grades as possible, ok?)

"Al-a, eomma." (I know, mom.)

"And, also," her mom switches, "if you get yourself paddled, I'll hit your bum much harder than those at that school, and much harder than Alexander McTavish in a boxing match."

Elizabeth chuckles, a little more harder than last time.

"But, I know you won't get in trouble, right?"

"Of course, eomma," she smiled.

At this point, she turns to the group of foreign students attending the academy gathered up near down.

"Joh-a, eomma. naneun gaya hae. dwie nam-eul suneun eobs-seubnida." (Alright, mom. I'm got to go. Can't bear to get left behind.)

"Joh-a. Haeng-un-eul bilgo jaemiissge bonae!." (Alright, my dear. Good luck and have fun!)

Then, her father's voice comes up the phone.

"Enjoy school there, you canny lassie!.

"Will do, dad. Bye."

Then, she ends the call. Taking a deep breath after seeing the group again, she strolls over to the foreign bunch.

"Howzitgoin', fellow lassies. My name's Elizabeth MacIntyre, from Folaisia," she greeted.

Okay, that joke hadn't really been it. Britta sighed inwardly, trying not to show it.
Good job, Britta, you silly! - she thought by herself while Fiore spoke up again. You really have a unique talent for bumpy starts ...
At least, Bhuf did not seem to bother, but licked her hand in approval, obviously not finding this introduction too bumpy. Mona told that he liked being scratched behind his ears - which she now did.
"Now your cover is blown, too, right, Bhuf?" - she said. "Don't worry, I'm not allergic, either."
While scratching, Britta, who had gone into knees a bit, looked up to Amelie, hoping she wouldn't feel ignored ... "Sorry, I was a bit distracted!" She motioned to Bhuf. "Of course, it's a pleasure to me, too."
She now paid a bit more attention, noticing a girl approaching them, who had a Scottish accent but perfectly spoke Korean on her phone.
"Pleasure's mine" - Britta said. "Britta Morgenthau, from Lillorainen."

by **The Selkie** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:31 pm

I smiled at my roomies, completely missing the newest additions to our group, and spoke: "That's wonderful! The four of us will have quite a lot of fun! And if not..." I let an evil glint enter my eyes. "...why not create instead of destroy? A room, that could pass as Modern Art..."
I was not the bossy sort of senior, but I didn't like being bossed around either. In any case, both didn't strike me as the bossy kind of people.
While Bhuf enjoyed Britta's petting and scratching, I once again thought on how good of an ice breaker he was?

by **Folaisia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:32 pm

"Hey, Britta. Nice to meet you," she eagerly replied, "Which dorm are you in?"

by **Kuronami** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:35 pm

Folaisia wrote:"Howzitgoin', fellow lassies. My name's Elizabeth MacIntyre. From Folaisia," she greeted.

"Oh hi! Welcome to Kuronami. I'm Fiore Harvenheit. Freshman."

by **Saranidia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:37 pm

"Nice to meet you Britta and who is that other person greeting you?" says Fatimah Al Gaddafi.

"By the way when do lessons start and what discipline do they have hear?"

by **Folaisia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:39 pm

Kuronami wrote:
Folaisia wrote:"Howzitgoin', fellow lassies. My name's Elizabeth MacIntyre. From Folaisia," she greeted.

"Oh hi! Welcome to Kuronami. I'm Fiore Harvenheit. Freshman."

Noticing Fiore, she excuses herself in front of Britta and turns to greet her.

"How do you do? Elizabeth MacIntyre. A junior from Folaisia."

by **Mervay** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:43 pm

The Selkie wrote:I smiled at my roomies, completely missing the newest additions to our group, and spoke: "That's wonderful! The four of us will have quite a lot of fun! And if not..." I let an evil glint enter my eyes. "...why not create instead of destroy? A room, that could pass as Modern Art..."
I was not the bossy sort of senior, but I didn't like being bossed around either. In any case, both didn't strike me as the bossy kind of people.
While Bhuf enjoyed Britta's petting and scratching, I once again thought on how good of an ice breaker he was?

Amelie laughed nerviously of that crazy idea. God bless that she wasn't someone who bossed people to what she wanted, and that she is someone who prefers to work together without bossing.

"I see let's just hope that we are not expelled for that" she said nerviously until returning to her normal state.

"Anyways do you thinked in join an club here??"

by **Kuronami** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:45 pm

Saranidia wrote:"Nice to meet you Britta and who is that other person greeting you?" says Fatimah Al Gaddafi.

"By the way when do lessons start and what discipline do they have hear?"

"Tomorrow morning. As far as discipline, well as far as I know corpropal punishment is still employed here but a student's parents have to agree to it, otherwise it's just the usual, detention, loss of privileges and extra activities as grave as expulsion. But you'd have to really do something bad for that"

Folaisia wrote:Noticing Fiore, she excuses herself in front of Britta and turns to greet her.

"How do you do? Elizabeth MacIntyre. A junior from Folaisia."

Turning back to Elizabeth she said hello again "Welcome again, Elizabeth. Do you ever go by Liz?"

Mervay wrote:Amelie laughed nerviously of that crazy idea. God bless that she wasn't someone who bossed people to what she wanted, and that she is someone who prefers to work together without bossing.

"I see let's just hope that we are not expelled for that" she said nerviously until returning to her normal state.

"Anyways do you thinked in join an club here??"

"I would like to join a club myself, but not sure what. Well they do a big recruitment drive as far as I know. My mother was in a embroidery club, my grandmother was in a calligraphy club. Not sure they had clubs at the time my great granny went to school."

by **The Selkie** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:46 pm

"I thought about it, yes.", I told Amelie with a more normal smile. She had noticed the other girl's nervousness, but I was not a psychopath... at least not to my knowledge. "But to be honest, I'd have to look what they have to offer. If they have something about history, then you know, where you can find me!"
I grinned at that. My passion for history, and coins, had earned me the right to wear my school's uniform, after all.

by **Folaisia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:48 pm

Kuronami wrote:Turning back to Elizabeth she said hello again "Welcome again, Elizabeth. Do you ever go by Liz?"

"Sure, I do. Or you can call me Lizzie if it suits you better," she smiled.

by **Lillorainen** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:56 pm

"I'm in Dorm 1" - Britta had replied to Elizabeth.
While continuing to scratch Bhuf, she thought about his talent as an ice breakers, just like Mona (unbeknownst to her) ... how else should she have found a way to get into this ...?
She dismissed her thought quickly, trying to stay logical - it wasn't like she had gotten into some Inner Circle of friends she would have needed to sneak into. On the contrary, the other lassies were just as unknown to each other as to her. This might have given her some more inner stability and calmness.
Besides, most her friendships back then at her old school had started in just as a bumpy manner ... she really had a talent for that.
Fatimah now greeted - and asked who the other person was, who just excused herself. Britta thought that Fatimah should be perfectly able to ask Elizabeth herself, given that she obviously hadn't minded randomly talking to the others before.
Britta snorted when Mona and Amelie talked about their plans to turn their room into modern art. Sounded familiar to her ... just as much as Mona's interest in history.
"I'm interested in history, too" - she said. "So I might be onboard."

by **Kuronami** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:03 pm

Folaisia wrote:"Sure, I do. Or you can call me Lizzie if it suits you better," she smiled.

"Sure, Lizzie it is. My full name is actually Florette but I always go by Fiore."

Lillorainen wrote:Britta snorted when Mona and Amelie talked about their plans to turn their room into modern art. Sounded familiar to her ... just as much as Mona's interest in history.
"I'm interested in history, too" - she said. "So I might be onboard."

"History is pretty interesting, I like that too, and geography."

by **Folaisia** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:06 pm

"Oh, pity. I'm in Dorm 4," she said to Britt, "Well, at least we could see each other later."

At this point, she turns to the Saranidian girl.

"Howzitgoin'. Elizabeth MacIntyre from Folaisia," she greeted.

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:07 pm

Bags!
Bags on bags on bags on what? Bags can walk, bags can go up and down the stairs; bags can do what no bags should ever do...if no one is crouched beneath the whole pile.
Princess Lamina of Celeria was regretting refusing the offer of a servant to go to this barbarian country, as she lugged her 5 large bags through the station, leaving them at the appropriate place with a sigh of obvious relief. Not that she was weak at all; her muscular arms and legs told a whole story; one of a childhood and young adulthood spent outside, swimming and riding and running. The thing was...she just didn't pack light, and her bags were decidedly on the heavy side; all 5 of them. All 5 were heavy. All...5...fucking...bags...Lamina groaned, stepping away from the luggage collection and praying this schools entry level, or at least the area to where the porters desk was, was a bungalow.

As she cast one last glare at theworlds largest bag collection she noticed out of the corner of her eye what could only be the party she was expected to join, girls like her some of whom were in the uniform and some not, one of which had a very large dog by her side...Lamina liked dogs, she kept 4 back at home, 5 if you counted her hunter.

She walked towards the group, 5 ft 9 of classicly beautiful blonde princess, emerald shoulderpiece clearly visible, walking without a care in the world; her handgun carefully nestled in her inner jacket pocket, in a place where you'd have to be really looking to see it. She didn't care though, why would se: she was too important for these barbarians to consider punishing.

"Congentie," she said impulsively to the group, as she arrived and caught a few introductions. "Oh sorry..." she blushed slightly, "That's hello where I'm from. I'm Lamina Dontari...from Celeria."

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