INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

Comments

[broil]

Oh, you know. [He leans his head on a closed fist, looks off like he's talking about today's weather, sighing softly.]

Family died in a fire. I survived. Can't remember a single thing. The usual.

[bakegarasu]

Sounds rough.

[That's what you're supposed to say, right?]

[broil]

It does, doesn't it.

[He arches his brows, looks back. Then he just shrugs.]

[bakegarasu]

[He shrugs, too.]

So why are you here? You don't seem like the academic type.

[broil]

Surviving a fire got their attention, apparently. That and having no home.

[bakegarasu]

I guess.

Any plans for college?

[He doesn't. But he never did.]

[broil]

Not a single one. I've only had one year to figure out what I like. And so far none of it's been academic. Like you said.

[bakegarasu]

Take your time. Don't let people tell you what you should do about that. Not everyone needs to go.

[broil]

[Oh. Was that genuine, well-meant advice? Petre could laugh in his face, but he actually doesn't. Maybe he'll never believe anyone here will ever really care about him. Maybe it's just something else entirely.]

I never let people tell me what to do.

[He'll find that out soon enough.]

[bakegarasu]

Yeah. You seem like that kind of guy.

[He's been a punk. He's been around punks. He knows how this goes.]

[broil]

Good luck to you, teach.

[a smile.]

[bakegarasu]

You too.