St. Peadrus MacCallion Exchange Program REBOOTED (IC)

by **Cybernetic Socialist Republics** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 5:39 pm

Verity Nicholas
5:11 PM
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
(Still on the bus)

One downside to sitting at the back of this bus was that, ultimately when it came time to get off the bus, Verity would more or less have to wait for everyone else to get off the bus first, many of whom had brought bsckbacks on board.

Not Verity, she was well aware that the bus ride wpuld be a short one and there wasn't any need to bring her backpack on with her. No, she had it, along with two other suitcases packed with clothes and other belongings, packed in the luggae section. While she brought along electronics, which were mostly in her backpack, she only carried a limited amount of stationary, figuring that anything else she needed could be purchased locally.

Nonetheless, while it mean't she didn't have much anything carryoff, she still had to wait for everyone in front of her, who most definitely did.

So she waited.

by **Les Etats Connuriste** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 5:54 pm

Emmanuelle was running late - again - but she wasn't particularly concerned about that. It wasn't an uncommon thing for her to do, and regardless, being bothered about it did little to change the fact that she was indeed behind on time, missing the bus she was supposed to get on. Not caring too much over situations she couldn't change anything about was something that had served the young woman well, and she wasn't going to leave that attitude behind in Connuriste, even if she had no choice but to part with many things from back home, such as the comfort and familiarity of her home and a decent portion of her wardrobe - the latter being something she could afford to add new things to once she got settled in here anyway. Emmanuelle was tempted to make it one of the first things she went and did, but if she was going to go shopping, it made sense to leave her belongings in her room, and assess whether or not it required any extra touches which she could hopefully remedy during said shopping trip. With that on her mind, she considered that it might be a good idea to ask the taxi driver if they did know where may or may not be good for that kind of thing here in Grangemouth, as fortunately she did at least know where she was supposed to end up, even if she had missed the official transport there.

As things turned out, it turned out that the driver of the taxi she had hailed was not particularly the talkative type, which she did not mind either. It afforded her the opportunity to pay more attention looking out of the window at the sights of the city, the last of which before her arrival being the Greenadder Bridge. Handing the driver a note of this foreign money that was closest to the fare displayed and telling him to keep the change, she got her large suitcase out of the boot of the vehicle, walking just across to the bus which was presumably the one she had missed in the first place, eager to assess the other exchange students and figure out exactly how they would assess her also. Emmanuelle knew that the way she looked wouldn't make her particularly stand out in her home city, with her straightened dark brown hair and seemingly casual grey shirt and black jeans, even if they were from a nice designer label, but whether it would appear odd to the people here remained to be found out.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 5:56 pm

The ride to the hostel had been somewhat bland, but partially entertaining for herself. As soon as she heard the voice of the bus driver, her mind immediately got up to attention. "Well, looks like I'm here", commented Mary as she patiently waits for her turn to get up from her seat and leave the bus.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 6:02 pm

Otto shrugged. "Eh, we started diplomatic contact around the late 18th century. Joint stance on the Alenberger question, with our primary difference being over the Syrian Arab Republic. We're sending guns and troops to Assad, they're mainly content to just not help Turkey and the FSA...Oh, we've arrived-"

Champagne Socialist Sharifistan wrote:“Excuse me I just remembered you said ‘Mohammedan.” Did you just intend to insult my religion or do you not know the correct words for things?”

Otto ignored the Mohammedan-perhaps giving up on trying to talk to him.
With that, he stood up and grabbed his luggage. He turned to Larsa. "Oi, we've arrived. You want to head off?"

by **Purgatio** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 6:47 pm

Thus far, Benoît had been sitting quietly by the window, listening to Purgation pop music on Spotify and glancing wistfully at the rolling, vibrant, beautiful scenery of Grangemouth, as the bus slowly rolled on and to a slow and gentle stop. He blinked, muttering just under his breath 'wow, we're here already?', stretching his arms in the air as vanity took over and he quickly used the camera function on his phone to check his hair, running his fingers through his coiffed and slicked-back strands of hair. His right hand clasped around the handle of his luggage, his left hand slung the weight of his crumpler bag over his left shoulder, and he waited for the other students to make their way slowly off the bus as he followed behind them, smiling and thanking the driver as he leapt off onto the ground, breathing in the cooling open air, eyes glanced upwards into the air ruefully, "Wow...lovely city...." He muttered aloud.

by **Danceria** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 7:28 pm

Larsa Solidor
Gallagher-Blair Hostel
1711hrs

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:-snipe-

Answering the query with a warm smile, he gathered his own bags and swiftly exited the bus, of course allowing anyone in front of him to go. "Don't quite know this bus-route-" he joked before smiling at the bus driver. "Thanks for the lift ma'am." it was a quick, common courtesy back in Danceria. Well, the bus driver may have gotten tips-or cigarettes if one was well acquainted with their commuter like many blue collar Dancerians. If it was socially awkward in Folaisia, then the sheer vastness of the public education's transit system may make these interactions few and far between. Especially considering that the hostel shouldn't be too far from the school, one would think.

Moving on, and carrying his luggage-perhaps offering to help carry others, man and women-Dancerian nobles were taught to serve, after all. Failing that, he would continue his conversation with "Otto".

"You think that there'll be some pep rally? Or would that just be for local students." he paused. "...Speaking of, wonder if we'll be rooming with any of the local students who attend? Perhaps it would be useful for those of us learning more of Folaisian culture and vice versa..."

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 7:35 pm

As Mary went down the bus accordingly, she couldn't help but notice, like the others the eye-catching view of the hostel and its environment. While being in the midst of looking around and grasping her surroundings, Mary felt drawn to a particular young teen. "I couldn't agree more", replied Mary as she got closer. "Hello there, I am Mary Alexandra Hanover, it's a pleasure to meet you", welcomed Mary with a sense of joy as she extended one hand for a shake.

by **Purgatio** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 8:03 pm

Benoît was surprised that someone else had heard him mutter under his breath, pleasantly surprised, as he turned around to a young teenage girl and smiled back, gently grasping her palm in his and shaking it, "Ah, Mary Hanover. Lovely surname, I must say, and so wonderful to meet you. I'm Benoît de Charlet-Vérac, pleased to make your acquaintance." Benoît said, with a genial and courteous bow of his head in Mary's direction. "From the nation of Purgatio. And how about yourself?"

by **Camelone** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 8:35 pm

Listening to the guy Athelhart responded "Recon, definitely an important aspect of the army. As for my father yes indeed, he has spent a decent chunk of time working in the Electrician's Guild before becoming a journeyman and is now a master electrician. He had some other job offers for his other skills but they would have taken him from Stanstir and he preferred to stay in the town the Kin-Cenfrith's have been in since the 11th century. I'm Athelhart Kin-Cenfrith by the way. Your name?" He said answering the guy's questions as the rest of the people around them were milling about whatever they were doing, noticing that one of the other guys came stumbling out of the bus' bathroom. Just from a quick observation Athelhart inwardly sighed, he either was incredibly clumsy or dealing with something and he knew that if they lived close to one another then it would probably become his problem eventually.

While people watching was indeed interesting at times when the guy he was talking to said something about the word Muhammadan being insult which just confused Athelhart. "Wait, wait." He said turning back to the guy. "Muhammadan is an insult? Ain't you a follower of Muhammad though?" He hadn't heard about something like that back home and almost immediately after he asked that questioned he noticed that the bus pulled up to what must be where they would be staying for their time here. "Let's talk about this later once we are settled down. Good?" He asked the guy as he was getting up and glanced over at Verity "It was a pleasure to meet you Verity and I hope to talk to you some more in the future." Before he made his way back to his original seat to grab his cloak and begin gently pushing his way forward with the customary polite, 'excuse me, pardon me' as he got off the bus.

"Thank you ma'am for driving us." He said as he got to the bus driver, returning her smile with roughly the same amount of sincerity. Getting off the bus he actually took in the view of the hostel and while it was not an unsightly building it was definitely a really different building than what he was used to. Well hopefully the inside was nice, that really was the most important thing in the long run due to the fact they were staying here for the entire school year.

Athelhart was looking through the luggage from his place on the curb and asked the assistants "You lot need any help unloading things? I think my stuff is further inside." Both as a truth as it looked like his luggage was indeed covered up by other luggage and as an excuse to help them out if they needed it. He also noticed that there was a lass walking over to the bus around the age of himself and most of the rest of the other kids still on the bus. As usual Athelhart knew he stuck out in his normal attire but called out to the lass anyways "Ey, you a part of our merry band of strangers?"

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 9:27 pm

"Thank you Benoît, and so does French names too", responded Mary gleefully. "Well, I am from London, England or more generally known as Britain. Heard of it?", at the same time she was asking the question, she motioned a "let's take a walk" with one arm, as she did not wish for them to be just standing still like a pair of rocks. "Its a really beautiful and great place, you see. It has lots of attractions and a fine history. Oh and also, it has a queen who is my dear sister, her name is Alexandra. You're going to love her", as overwhelming as it was her explanation, there is a clear sense and tone of genuine friendliness and excitement in her "story-telling". To which at the end of that, she hesitantly opened her phone's gallery, showing him a picture of her older sister.

by **Folaisia** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 10:30 pm

"You're welcome," Stella greeted, nodding with the same jovial smile she made wishing them a good year.

She then continues to wait for the students to be done, leaning on her seat and texting her husband of her recent experiences.

Saoirse whispered to Alpin to head down on the pathway to make his announcements, to which the latter affirmed he will do. In ending their conversation, Saoirse was inquired by him if he was available for lunch tomorrow, to which she replied to him that she might accommodate her time to do so if it was possible with a smile. Seeing Alphin off, Saoirse turned just in time for the Camelonean student asking her for help, ignoring a breeze lifting her brown hair.

"Oh, sure," she answered, nodding, "Don't mind if I do."

Alpin turned to face the crowd after giving himself space. Forming with his hands a broken horn, he projected his young, gentle voice that seemed to ring throughout the whole block.

"Oi! Can I get your attention please?! Thank you."

He clears his voice.

"Now, once you have your luggage in your hands, you may enter the lobby where you'll be greeted by our welcoming committee. Once they give out their remarks, please listen to your names being called and head to your assigned rooms to settle in. Afterwards, you'll be having dinner at 6:00 in the dining hall. That's all. Thank you, again."

Bowing to finish his announcement, Alpin then motions himself to assist other students having trouble at the cargo hold, scanning for any sign.

by **Vrijstaat Limburg** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 11:22 pm

Dominicus Schmeetz
BUS TO THE HOSTEL
1712 LOCAL TIME

"Alright, lads and lassies, we're finally here! You can get up from yer seats and leave in an orderly fashion to get your luggage.“

Niek, who had been patiently awaiting the arrival at the hostel for some time, was not fully keen on waiting any longer. Where those further to the back kept their seats, Niek rose, hoping to catch an opportunity to try and jump the queue. Maybe he didn’t hear the bus driver mention an ‘orderly fashion’, maybe he just wanted to finally get on his feet. Once he did find a spot in the queue, he quickly stepped onto the aisle and made his way out of the bus.

He was faced by a large building, his new home for the coming weeks. He personally disliked the modernist monstrosity, on accounts of his unfamiliarity with it. Most of the architecture of Grangemouth felt distinctly European, but this structure bore no actual resemblance to anything he’d ever seen before. Foreign art and design were things to be avoided at all times where he was from, things that would undermine the feeling of national identity, and so he couldn’t belp but feel strange whilst looking at the hostel building.

He felt himself getting carried away, and quickly shifted his focus onto the task at hand: getting his luggage. The school assistants had already laid out his luggage for all to see. Where others had brought their tidy suitcases, Niek brought his army supplies. His VLL-duffle bag and field backpacklaid on the concrete for all to see. Both of his bags partially covered in old mud and grease from field exercises in the deep Limburgs woods, and the duffle bag had some scribbles on it. Smoking and gambling were severely prohibited, so Limburgs legionaries often spent their free time scribbling words and slogans on their possessions. A bunch of political statements and doodles, most of them insulting a religion or demographic, could be found on the brown fabric of the bag. There were some tame ones, like “Limburg mijn vaderland”, or “God red de gouverneur”, but the duffle also had its share of extreme slogans in foreign languages, such as: “Fuck the king”, “Hollandia delenda est”, “Me ne frego”, “Libra et moschetta: Legionara perfetto”, “Hollanders will not replace us” and “Perish Juda; Perish Hollandia”. With a tired look on his face, he took a hold of his bags, walked about five paces, and laid it all on the pavement again, where he hoped that it wouldn’t get in the way of other students. He turned himself over to the bus once more, and looked up at the assistants who had been getting the luggage from the cargo hold. “I help.” He said, calmly and determined. Back home, young adults were expected to chime in and help where they could. He shot one of the assistants a reserved smile, bearing his crooked teeth, and stepped up to the hold, hoping that his help would be appreciated by the school staff.

by **Purgatio** » Fri Mar 13, 2020 11:26 pm

"Ah..." Benoît blushed at the pleasantries, "Merci beaucoup, enchanté également de faire votre connaissance." And when Mary mentioned her country and her city, Benoît's eyebrows were raised in surprise, nodding, as he saw Mary motion for him to follow her and he started walking along side her, keeping her pace, "Oh absolutely, hasn't everyone? I know, Britain has a rich and vibrant history indeed, a country packed full with culturally-iconic heritage sites and historical attractions. Some of my friends and relatives have vacationed in London before, and enjoyed themselves immensely. In fact, I'd love to visit myself, in future." And when Mary fished out a picture of her older sister, Benoît could not help but admire her gold, magnificently-carved earrings and her wavy, intricately stylised hair, nodding and impressed as he spoke, "Wow...she is absolutely stunning, elegant. And her hairstylist deserves a promotion. You must be a proud sister indeed." It only took a second for Benoît to connect the dots, as he quickly remarked thereafter, "So, your sister is the Queen, you say? Queen Alexandra? Hmm, so what would that make you, in that case? A Princess, then?"

by **Nouveau Quebecois** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 12:50 am

St. Peadrus MacCallion
Sophomore, Lechle "Detlef" Capelle

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

Folaisia wrote:Alpin turned to face the crowd after giving himself space. Forming with his hands a broken horn, he projected his young, gentle voice that seemed to ring throughout the whole block.

"Oi! Can I get your attention please?! Thank you."

Lechle struggled out a messenger bag and black roller suitcase from the cargo compartment of the cladded bus. He had packed lightly for the occasion, as he had to make plenty of room for 'alternative essentials'. He filtered himself in with the crowd of students and staff members who've assembled outside the plaza.

Folaisia wrote:He clears his voice.

"Now, once you have your luggage in your hands, you may enter the lobby where you'll be greeted by our welcoming committee. Once they give out their remarks, please listen to your names being called and head to your assigned rooms to settle in. Afterwards, you'll be having dinner at 6:00 in the dining hall. That's all. Thank you, again."

Bowing to finish his announcement, Alpin then motions himself to assist other students having trouble at the cargo hold, scanning for any sign.

Lechle was past attentiveness. It was beyond himself. He distrated himself on the outskirts of the assembly, wandering around the crowd for anything to catch his eye. He motion pass a collective of princely and dapper students of all varieties. While he was one for apperances, he certainly wasn't as glamourous as his colleagues made themselves out to be. He felt ostracized in a sea of perfect apperances and hollow personalities. Even in his casual wear he felt underdressed and under-represented for the occasion. Dinner was in less then an hour, and he still retained the distinctive scent of cigarette smoke. Lechle was losing his patience before a black cap sped up to the curb a few ways away, and out stepped a brunette in a dark t-shirt and jeans. Maybe Lechle wasn't an outsider afterall.

Les Etats Connuriste wrote:As things turned out, it turned out that the driver of the taxi she had hailed was not particularly the talkative type, which she did not mind either. It afforded her the opportunity to pay more attention looking out of the window at the sights of the city, the last of which before her arrival being the Greenadder Bridge. Handing the driver a note of this foreign money that was closest to the fare displayed and telling him to keep the change, she got her large suitcase out of the boot of the vehicle, walking just across to the bus which was presumably the one she had missed in the first place, eager to assess the other exchange students and figure out exactly how they would assess her also. Emmanuelle knew that the way she looked wouldn't make her particularly stand out in her home city, with her straightened dark brown hair and seemingly casual grey shirt and black jeans, even if they were from a nice designer label, but whether it would appear odd to the people here remained to be found out.

He distanced himself from the prestigious crowd, leaving behind his suitcase in the wake. To him, this nameless exchange was as odd as odd comes. Distinctively recognizable casual designer. Maybe she's here to hide riches behind rags, or vice versa. But before he went anywhere heneeded to know who's this girl for. Lechle ran through his head typical conversation starters, not beginning in offering help to transport her solitary luggage.

"Hey. Which mafia family do you work for to afford those designers?"

Could be better. It was a work in progress for himself. Maybe being a dickhead was cool afterall.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 3:10 am

Aside from the surprising revelation of Benoîst's knowledge of her home country, Mary couldn't agree more with the compliments towards the picture of her older sister. In addition, there are lots of other pictures of her royal family members but she chose not to show them to him, yet.

The immediate answer came no faster than light for Mary herself. "Indeed, I am. But I'm not much into formalities, no need to worry", replied Mary who assured Benoîst that such further curtsy and alike are not necessary. "And what about you, Benoîst, what's your story? I'm sure you would have a lot to tell", Mary seemed eager enough to make new friends at the moment, as it seems that she inherited her older sister Alexandra's socialite lifestyle. For the latter, her previous notorious romantic relationship with Middle Eastern princes, both of which were at least 10 years older than herself were of much note, as she came to be dubbed as the "socialite princess" by the international media.

by **Arda Tuluva** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 5:31 am

For the entirety of the bus ride from the airport to the hostel Ehtelë had remained to himself sitting near the back of the bus. Having just arrived in this new nation he was yet to acquaint himself to local customs, so he thought it better to be reserved than commit some transgression; after all, being loud on public transportation is an extreme social faux pas in Arda Tuluva

Others, however, had no such constraints. How freeing that must be, he thought to himself, having no care to offend, or perhaps that was the point? Though he did not hear what the blonde-haired boy had said, he did notice him jab his elbow into the other and by the look of his face had made a curt comment.

By the harsh look the young woman with light hair had given she did not appreciate the comment said by another student, which Ehtelë understood; in Arda Tuluva the only difference in greetings should be dictated by caste not gender.

In Ehtelë’s estimation a few of the foreign boys were trying to assert their dominance in the social pecking order, that or - and more likely - it was their innate Christian chauvinism that lead to the hostile, yet brief altercation: a need to “rescue a damsel in distress,” as well as, the fact that the boy of their ire wasn’t of European heritage; which automatically seemed to pique the blonde-haired boy and the Camelonean.

Ehtelë slightly shook his head, it was then that another stumbled from the restroom. Ehtelë’s attention moved from the the others to this one who looked a mess, perhaps that was his style or a long flight? Though, from the man’s hazed look and odor Ehtelë surmised it was from other reasons. He would keep an eye on this one, he looked the type that could find anything one might want; a useful skill and a better ally, that.

He bowed politely and formally to the driver, thanking her before departing to collect his luggage before heading into the hostel.

by **Cybernetic Socialist Republics** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 5:31 am

Now that a large part of the students that were sitting in front of her had now cleared out, Verity made her way out of the bus (she made sure to tahnk the bus driver on her way out) and onto the curb, quickly making her way to the assistants so she could pick up her luggage.

She had spotted a bench nearby and upon putting on her backpack and picking up her two suitcases, she made her way to the bench to sit down and observe the crowd of students a bit, until they were all to be directed into the building.

Verity frowned a bit observing the make up of the crowd, both visually and by the bits and pieces of conversation she'd catch. She knew that she'd be spending a lot of time around the foreign nobles, the wealthy and good little servants of reactionary monarchies, but she did't expect that to be almost exclusively the makeup of the group, with perhaps one perpetually inebriated exception.

She sighed, it was not that she couldn't manage to endure these people, but lacking anyone to decompress with that originated from a leftist, or frankly even liberal culture, was disappointing. All she'd have is her diary.

It wasn't long before one of the assistants called out instructions to head to the lobby and with Verity already being outside of the larger group, she was able to pick up her luggage and get out ahead of them to the hostel lobby.

by **Purgatio** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 5:39 am

"Oh...oh wow...." Benoîst seemed stunned at this latest revelation, now suddenly feeling very self-conscious around this girl, as he added, "I had no idea...Your Grace." He added, the decorum and etiquette of royal protocol having been taught to him back in school until it was like clockwork, and when he'd recovered from this latest shock, he got his bearings and began to answer Mary's question, "Oh, oh right...well, its nothing much to tell really. My father's Delrico Charlet, he founded and is currently the leader of this non-State paramilitary organisation, the Purification Order, way back in the early 1990s, its sort of like the armed paramilitary wing or enforcement arm of Purgatio's ruling party, so he's been appointed to the Executive Directorate. The Government. As for my mother, well, she's a member of a noble house, La Maison de Vérac, and she's the heiress to her family's fortune in Purgatio's vibrant pharmaceuticals, biomedical, and medical devices sectors, she's more of the belle-socialite type herself. That's all I guess. See, nothing really interesting, not like being a member of a royal family." Benoîst grinned abashedly at the end.

by **Les Etats Connuriste** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 6:05 am

Two young boys calling out to Emmanuelle cemented to her that she was very much in the right place, which was a reassurance, and it did not come as much of a surprise to her that it was the boys who were first to show her attention, as that was pretty much in their nature when it came to young women by themselves. She was at least grateful that it lended her the opportunity to mix in a little with the group from the bus, as if she had been even later and everyone had been inside, she could only imagine that her absence would make things more awkward for actually introducing herself to all the students she was destined to share a hostel and classes with. They also seemed to be two of the slightly more normal looking members of the group - slightly being the key word. Plenty of them looked like they had arrived straight from foreign private schools, very well-groomed, and she supposed that perhaps they were in the business of making good first impressions. Whilst Emmanuelle was more than capable of fitting in with that particular demographic, she had prioritised something a little more comfortable given that she knew she was going to be flying and hauling a suitcase, and regardless, she had always preferred underselling herself on first impressions anyway. After all, if you went to great lengths to make yourself as great as possible the first time you met someone, there was a good chance you might only go on to disappoint them the further you go down the line.

She nodded at Athelhart's enquiry, but the other boy's silly comment had piqued more of her interest, shooting a look of mild amusement at him she observed him closer, dark leather jacket, dark jeans and messy hair, looking like he had been up to no good. She wanted to investigate whether he was as carefree as his appearance suggested, or whether it was just a carefully constructed facade used to paper over cracks. Emmanuelle was confident that there was something to him if he could recognise designer from over there, unless she had very much overestimated how incognito they would actually be, but she was thinking more so about what part of his question she should challenge first - the mafia assumption, or the assumption she had actually paid for them herself.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she quipped, perhaps most of all entertained by his suggestion that she might actually work, but playing along for now. "What makes you think I'd tell you, anyway?"

by **Arda Tuluva** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 6:44 am

Ehtelë had been one of the first people in the lobby followed by a woman he recognized from the bus. He had been particularly amused at her concentration to not look regretful when the Camolonean recited a lengthy oath. What had she said her name was? He thought but couldn't remember, however he did recall she said that she hailed from the Union of Cybernetic Socialist Republics.

He knew little of these Cybernetic Socialist Republics, save that - like his own country - they seemed rather fond of long names and that they did not have a rigid social hierarchy like his own, though few did. What was a Cybernetic Socialist Republic, anyway? Ehtelë surmised it must be some form of technocracy adapted for contemporary progress or the like.

"Greetings and salutations," He said to her with a polite, formal bow at the waist his clasped together before him. His spoke with a soft voice and words accented with the melodic rhythm typical to his people, the Noldori, "Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo." He stated the traditional greeting in his native Quenya, with another bow yet not so formal, then re-iterating in English, "A star shines at the hour of out meeting. I am called Ehtelë Arvanion and I wish to extend a gesture of friendship to you. I do hope that, generally, your journey from home was a pleasant one. Yes?"

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 9:23 am

Khalid Ali Khan gets off the bus and proceeds to his assigned room, followed by his 17 year old servant Khushal Niazi.

Khalid Ali Khan then sat down in his room whilst his servant unpacked the bags,
Handing his servant a generous £55 tip.

by **AHSCA** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 9:33 am

Finally! That bus ride was over. Well honestly it probably wasn't as bad as it was in her mind, again poor Momiji just wasn't used to riding in any kind of motor vehicle (except those that go over water perhaps) and again it was probably her nerves and anticipation of this new school that was getting her tied up in knots more than it was any fault of the driver, the vehicle or the road conditions. The pleasantness of the evening air hit her face when she stepped off the bus and it started to make her feel better as a result. Her one small bag was handed over to her, compared to some she was for certain traveling very light. Among paying her cost of transport to Folaisia did give her spending money to spoil herself with.

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 10:44 am

Suuentliok waited for Lechle to get up before gently nudging Tarin, as if to say 'get off my lap,' and stood to as full a height as she was able. The two of them collected the bags: Suuentliok had definitely not travelled light, she'd brought 3 suitcases and one smaller locked metal box with her, and they weighed on hers and Tarin's shoulders as they exited the bus.

Her movements, despite being weighed down with so much baggage, were still somehow graceful and refined and she moved with calm assurance through the group, trying to find out who she would be staying with, trying to work out...
And now she was falling, one of her bags having gotten tangled up with someone elses and it was all she could do to move out of the way to prevent her large form from crushing whoever she'd just banged into. She stood up, sheepishly looking around to see who she had to apologise to.

by **AHSCA** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 10:48 am

Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok waited for Lechle to get up before gently nudging Tarin, as if to say 'get off my lap,' and stood to as full a height as she was able. The two of them collected the bags: Suuentliok had definitely not travelled light, she'd brought 3 suitcases and one smaller locked metal box with her, and they weighed on hers and Tarin's shoulders as they exited the bus.

Her movements, despite being weighed down with so much baggage, were still somehow graceful and refined and she moved with calm assurance through the group, trying to find out who she would be staying with, trying to work out...
And now she was falling, one of her bags having gotten tangled up with someone elses and it was all she could do to move out of the way to prevent her large form from crushing whoever she'd just banged into. She stood up, sheepishly looking around to see who she had to apologise to.

Momiji was maybe just a bit too lost in her sea of thoughts to notice that someone with a considerable more amount of bags than her, tumbled down into her. One second standing upright on the ground awaiting instructions or whatever else the next on the ground with her bag and another's bag getting acquainted together. Momiji didn't know the circumstances of what caused this fall only she still felt the need to apologize "Goodness, are you okay? I'm sorry I think I was just standing around not really minding my surroundings!"

by **Greater vakolicci haven** » Sat Mar 14, 2020 10:58 am

AHSCA wrote:
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Suuentliok waited for Lechle to get up before gently nudging Tarin, as if to say 'get off my lap,' and stood to as full a height as she was able. The two of them collected the bags: Suuentliok had definitely not travelled light, she'd brought 3 suitcases and one smaller locked metal box with her, and they weighed on hers and Tarin's shoulders as they exited the bus.

Her movements, despite being weighed down with so much baggage, were still somehow graceful and refined and she moved with calm assurance through the group, trying to find out who she would be staying with, trying to work out...
And now she was falling, one of her bags having gotten tangled up with someone elses and it was all she could do to move out of the way to prevent her large form from crushing whoever she'd just banged into. She stood up, sheepishly looking around to see who she had to apologise to.

Momiji was maybe just a bit too lost in her sea of thoughts to notice that someone with a considerable more amount of bags than her, tumbled down into her. One second standing upright on the ground awaiting instructions or whatever else the next on the ground with her bag and another's bag getting acquainted together. Momiji didn't know the circumstances of what caused this fall only she still felt the need to apologize "Goodness, are you okay? I'm sorry I think I was just standing around not really minding my surroundings!"

Suuentliok

Suuentliok looked down shame-facedly at the other girl, gathering her belongings together.
"Sorry," she told her, "I must apologise. I just lost my balance you see and well..." she looked her new companion up and down "Are you alright? I didn't drop anything on you did I?"

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