A Power Surge happens in the dorms blowing all the Lights And Frying the Window Ac units. However the Shack outside seems to have power. Anna Noria Just put ten Ac units in her windows. "Minerva Bless me. The Twenty-thirty super was turning this place into a Furnace. So nice now."
She goes back to her games and turns of her music to max. All people can hear outside is WAKE ME UP INSIDE! CAN'T WAKE UP! SAVE ME.
OOC. Evenecance Fallen album is playing.
"Well, raiding is slightly barbaric isnt it? buuuut sure if dashiki comes" he looks at dashiki and asks "You wanna go why waste money in food if we can get it for free?"
"I was never condesending, I just state I'm better. I never chose to be better then you or to be so cool." he says in a tone that makes it hard to tell if he was sarcastic or not but still keeping the never moving grin on his face "Anyways I got nothing better, I'll come with."
Vincent Stapaman unpacks one of the boxes sitting in his new faculty office at Wintermoot City University, sighing once again at having to take a teaching job that would take him away from writing his next book. I'm completely unappreciated in my time, a recognized and awarded expert reduced to teaching brats who don't even care about the subject just to make ends meet!, he thought as he took out his Pearbody Award and placed it in a prominent position at the side of his desk, hoping that it will at least have some impact on people who enter. Hired to fill a last-minute vacancy, the job at least came with an office from which could at least coordinate his research from when he wasn't teaching.
He then looked at the materials that had been placed on the desk before he arrived: a copy of the faculty handbook referencing the rules, policies, and procedures of the university and a copy of his schedule, which indicated that he would be teaching two courses this term: Wintrean History and Wintrean Civics and Government, the topics that he was an expert in of course. Additionally, he knew that he would be expected to maintain some office hours in order to be accessible to students outside of class. Otherwise, he was told he could use the office as he wished.
He then sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk that would be for anybody meeting with him and started idly flipping through the handbook, more to take his mind off the task of unpacking the rest of the boxes than to learn anything from the book. Unlike the student dorms, which he new would be chaotic today with students moving in, the administrative offices were relatively quiet. Soon he had nodded off to sleep in the chair.
Anna Noria is in the Dining hall Eating a bacon Wrapped Cheeder Dog wrapped in bacon. She seems happy though he Face is hidden by her Pikachu Hoodie. She has her laptop up playing Hearts of iron IV on it as she eats. "Why do we not have free education here... Damn Capitalist pigs." Shes really into her Trotsky led mexico game.
She removes her Hoodie Revealing Her long silver hair Resting on her back. The piercing Silver eyes Staring intently at the screen. She is wearing Extremely Short Short shorts And a Tank top that says Got Milk on it.
Several Boys are watching her while the Girls seem annoyed that The boys are ignoring them. Yet she is blissfully ignorant to it all.
As Solveig nods and begins to stand properly, the lights black out.
"Perfect timing, right boys?"
They head out, passing by a room blasting Evanescence as they walk out of the dorm, facing the central quad of the university. "It's just a skip and a hop this way. I heard their Mexican food isn't that bad. Avoid the hot dogs though. I heard they give you horrible food poisoning." Solveig stated to her
kidnapped dorm neighbors as they cross the central quad.
The walk to the university union was decent. The trees were iridescent with the colors of autumn, a perfect scenery if it weren't for the overflowing dumpsters of move-in garbage.
Eventually, they reached the dining hall and checked in. Everyone seemed to go their own ways, with Solveig going to pick up a chimichanga plate and a side salad. Whatever they ordered, they reconvened at a large table, sitting not far from a strange girl in a Pikachu hoodie.
"Just to clarify," Solveig asked, "I'm not the only one heading to the Wintrean History class after lunch, right?"
