WINTER TERM OPENING CEREMONY AND CLASS START

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WINTER TERM OPENING CEREMONY AND CLASS START
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The snowfall has only intensified as Daybreak moves into the first day of Winter Term classes. A school-wide orientation will be held in the auditorium, followed by an open period where tours will be given to new students by student volunteers. After a noon lunch in the main hall, short introduction classes will be held where the syllabi will be distributed and professors can give a brief overview of what they’ll be covering over the term.

A. ORIENTATION ASSEMBLY

With a new school year comes a fresh address. The orientation assembly is one of the few times that the Headmistress and High Seer, Mila Duchene, speaks to the gathered faculty and students about their purpose and why they’ve been found and gathered here. About how Nightfall looms ever closer, and how together they will be the flames who light the coming darkness.

It is, in the manner of many orientation speeches, fairly long-winded. Those who have been here for more than a year have likely heard this speech before, though it’s slightly more urgent this time. Maybe it’s a good time to get to know the people on either side of you a little better while the Headmistress talks, because you’ll be here for a while. Or maybe you’ve planned ahead, and you have something to entertain you at orientation - much to the shared entertainment or dismay of others in your vicinity, perhaps.

Or you could actually be listening to the speech. It’s up to you.


B. SCHOOL TOUR

For students fresh to the academy, the sprawling nature and architecture of Daybeak Academy can be quite intimidating. Fortunately, helpful student volunteers have been tapped to help escort the new students around and give them a feel for campus. Student volunteers are typically chosen for both their experience on campus and helpful nature. While some scripts are provided, students are encouraged to ad-lib and put their own spin on campus and what they like about it. New students are, of course, encouraged to ask as many questions as they can to make sure they fully understand and familiarize themselves with the campus as quickly as possible.

C. SNACK STATION

During the first three days after the Holiday break, throughout the campus grounds are small stations manned by the kitchen staff and volunteers, the smell of hot chocolate, cider, and frying bread fills the air, stirring the appetite and promising warmth on this cold winter’s day.

Every booth has hot chocolate, some spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, others rich and creamy, but always with an option for marshmallows, peppermint bark or caramel drizzles - with non-alcoholic hot cider for those with an allergy to chocolate. For food options, naturally being France there are crepes of all types and beignets on offer, with jam- or custard-filled berliners, while those looking for a more savory fare will be treated to rissoles - a fried bread stuffed with minced meat or bechamel sauce and cod.

While the drinks are on tap and readily available, it may take a few moments to get the treats out, so might as well make conversation while a fresh batch is made.

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Comments

ehehe

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Imelda is just leaving her room, locking the door in her wake and turning with a textbook cradled in her arm, when she notices the boy stopped in the hall in front of door 301. She meets his gaze, and the corner of her mouth quirks a little. Without hesitation, she starts walking down the hall in his direction.]

Hello, Ren. It's nice to meet you in person.

[What a coincidence.]

Re: ehehe

[prisoneroffate]

[Uh oh]

Ren registers a bit of surprise before returning to a more neutral expression]

Nice to meet you. I'll be in your care.

[It's a polite, if not somewhat perfunctory greeting in somewhat stilted English, said in a very Japanese manner]

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[A polite greeting. That's not too surprising, given what conversation they've had already.

She shifts her weight to one side, resting her free hand on her other hip.]

You certainly will be. I've left a list of rules that I expect the residents of this floor to follow. Make sure you read and follow them. I'd like a peaceful semester for the both of us.

[prisoneroffate]

[Ah, of course. Ren isn't really surprised]

I will make sure to read them properly. I won't be trouble.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Despite pointing out the rules to him, she doesn't harp on then further than that. He says he won't be trouble, so she'll leave it at that, unless he proves otherwise. Her gaze flickers for a moment over to the names on the door, then back to Ren.]

Hibiki is your brother, correct? ... Do either of you need help moving items into your room?

[prisoneroffate]

Yeah, he's my older brother. I think he's been here for awhile.

[He gestures to a rolling suitcase he is carrying] I don't have much, just this really. Thank you, though.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[That does not look like much to her, but maybe he just travels lightly...]

Alright. If you have any problems settling in, let me know. I'll be in room 306. [She makes a small gesture back towards the room she came out of a minute ago.]

[prisoneroffate]

I'll do that, thanks.

[She doesn't seem too judgmental in person, hopefully this is a good thing]

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[She gives a nod as a silent 'you're welcome', and starts for the door to the stairwell, assuming the conversation is over for now. But then she stops with her hand on the door, and turns back to him.]

Actually... Ren. Would you mind stopping by my room later this evening? There's something I'd like to talk to you about, once you're unpacked.

[prisoneroffate]

Of course.

[Whatever life was in his tone is gone now, it's completely flat. And so it is when he returns perhaps an hour later]

You wanted to talk?

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

I did. Come in, have a seat.

[She holds the door open for him to enter and gestures towards her desk. Other than the bed, it's the only space to sit in the room. Her room itself is sparsely decorated with things from her hometown, little pieces of Santa Cecilia brought with her to keep her company. On her dresser is a number of photo frames, some holding pictures of two men--twins and approximately the same age as Imelda. Most of the photos, however depict a little girl at various ages, from just a baby up to her teenage years. She's very clearly someone important to Imelda.

After she ushers Ren into the room, she closes the door behind him, and then joins him by seating herself on the edge of her bed.]

I'll get right to the point. I'd like to ask about the record you mentioned.

[prisoneroffate]

I'll assume you already reviewed it, so I can't imagine there's much else to say.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

True. If I've already reviewed it, there wouldn't be a point in asking you about it. [She gives him a pointed look at that, emphasizing the unspoken there.]

You brought it up before. I didn't ask then, but since you're on my floor, I'm asking now. [There's a brief moment of silence between them.]

You don't have to say anything. I can look it up instead. But I'd like to hear it from you. And I can promise that nothing you say here will leave this room.

[prisoneroffate]

There's not much to it. Tried to help someone who needed it. Her attacker was powerful, so he got me charged with assault and compelled her to testify against me. The end.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[The end? Imelda looks skeptical of that. It's hardly the level of detail that she feels like she needs here.]

Who was her attacker, and what was he doing? And how did you get involved?

[prisoneroffate]

A politician back home. He was looking for... inappropriate things.

[He's still a teen Imelda don't make him say it]

She cried for help so I pushed him out of the way and he got hurt.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[She's not going to make him spell that out, no. She gets the gist now.]

Dios... And that's supposed to be assault?

[It's more of a rhetorical question than anything. She pinches the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezed tight for a moment before she drops her hand and looks back at Ren.]

And that's it? Nothing else?

[prisoneroffate]

I don't remember the full wrap sheet but he threw everything he could at me. Enough to get me expelled.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Of course he did. Listening to this story, Imelda can't even be surprised. She knew men like that, of course. Cowardly, egotistical men who thought the world owed them everything.]

That pendejo is lucky he didn't get laid out... [She mutters those words under her breath, making only a minimal effort to keep Ren from hearing them. That said, she can't really blame the boy. She would have done worse if she were in his shoes.

She sighs, getting to her feet.]

Alright. If that's all, then I don't see any problems here. If anyone bothers you about this, you let me know, okay?

[prisoneroffate]

[That actually startled Ren a bit, he wasn't exactly expecting to be believed]

Uh, yeah. Sure. I don't think they're spreading it around here like they did in Tokyo, so I think it's OK.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Good. [She gives him a wry smile, placing her hands on her hips.]

Does that mean you removed Not Incarcerated from your Iris profile?

[prisoneroffate]

Do I have to? I thought it was pretty funny.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Really, Ren? Imelda gives him the driest look, but there's still a small quirk to the corner of her lips. It's a little funny, but she's not going to give him the satisfaction of being enabled.]

You're not very good at lying low, are you?

[prisoneroffate]

I think I told you before, I always have to do something. Even if it's small.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[She's pretty sure that getting his past found out for the sake of a joke isn't something he's going for. But she shakes her head--and she's going to put a hand on the top of his hair (while he's sitting and she can reach) and give it a slight ruffle.]

As far as I'm concerned, your slate is clean. But it's your job to keep it that way. If we're clear on that, you can go. I don't have anything else.