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.]]

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John Allerdyce || Grounds

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[This is a rare sight. The small, usually active and up to no good figure of John Allerdyce spread out starfish-style in the grass near the fountain, eyes closed, just enjoying the sunshine and apparently at peace.

It's the last day before classes start up again, so why not, right?

In actuality, he's escaping the last-minute arrivals, particularly the ones with parents dropping them off. Last year he'd made the mistake of watching, and all of the lies and doubletalk and heavily conditional love had made him so sick that he'd fired off a massive flare into the sky and ended up on heavy lockdown for the first two weeks of the year. Meals, classes, dorm room, nothing else.

He's not repeating that.

So instead, he's pretending none of it exists. There's just the grass, the sun, the trickling sound of water behind him - like he's back in Central Park, but with a bed to sleep in at the end of the night. Best of both worlds, if only for a few false minutes.]

Ryan Farrow | multiple places

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[Ryan largely keeps to himself while everyone's still getting settled; being around a lot of people isn't really his thing, and so he's a little hard to spot until it all settles a bit. For the most part he finds out-of-the-way spots outside to take a book or just to sit for a while, to keep his mind clear of all the things he'd probably be picking up inside.

Classes aren't so avoidable, though, and neither is eating-- it's much easier to spot him around mealtimes, with the way his height and mop of messy hair tend to make him stick out like a sore thumb. He's usually by himself then, too, but he's not ignoring everyone else so much as just people-watching, a bit. Picking up on stray surface thoughts between snippets of conversation and trying to figure out where they came from, mostly. Practice is practice, and he needs all the help he can get.

After it's all over for the day and most of them are in bed, Ryan ends up on one of the common areas' couches instead to try and get a little quiet. Enough of them are nervous about classes, about being new here, about being here at all, and after lying awake for a while with multiple students' thoughts running through his mind he'd just given up on sleeping in his dorm. It's worse when he's anxious too, harder to control and to avoid listening to all of them.

Anyone else out of their room when they shouldn't be will find a gangly teenager stretched out across the sofa cushions, leafing idly through a novel in a way that makes it all too clear he's not actually paying much attention to it.]

Yosuke Otoha | Multiple places

[bakegarasu]

[At the beginning of the day, while people are still being dropped off, Otoha watches from the top of one of the buildings. He likes it up here - it's quiet and he feels a little safer. But the sight of the families is too much for him, and eventually he leaves.]

[A little later he's walking the grounds, still trying to get familiar with them. One of his bandages has fallen off and is fluttering out from his trenchcoat sleeve. At least he's not bleeding anymore, but it's probably not the safest thing for an injury.]

[Once things have settled down, he roams the halls, checking to make sure people are where they're supposed to be. Honestly he's not sure where he's supposed to be, since in theory he's a teacher but he doesn't really have classes scheduled. He does end up in the staff areas and stares at a bulletin board with colorful stickers. Is... is this the sort of thing he's going to have to get as a teacher? He's not going to use yellow smiley face stickers, thanks.]

[A bit later he's in the cafeteria, eating oatmeal. It's a breakfast food but he'll eat it if he wants to. And he can, because he's on his own now. Sort of. He's had to pull his sleeves up a bit though, so the wrapping on his arm is visible, along with the patches of too-red skin peeking out from under it.]

[Finally at night, he's back in the staff quarters, staring at the ceiling in their lounge. Sleep? He's not sure how to do that anymore. He doesn't really care, but he's just... bored. He's not allowed to kill anyone, so what is he supposed to do?]

Dulcie Turner || Grounds/Kitchen

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[It's certainly been a day.

Not a bad day. She thinks she handled herself well in her classes, she met a number of students, and she's starting to feel like maybe she can do this. But it's a far cry from taking classes and having the release of sports practice to burn off any residual stress. In college, she was being led - here, she's leading. And she still doesn't know if she's prepared.

But she can still burn off that stress, so she can either be found jogging the grounds in an X-Men tracksuit, or in the kitchen drinking water and picking listlessly at a salad afterwards. She knows she needs her strength, she's an athlete, but nerves always attack her appetite first.]

petre dodrescu | wherever you want

[broil]

[It doesn't really matter what day or time it is, what Petre should be doing. He ditches classes, evades his responsibilities and shows up only when he deems it worth indulging in. He's been labelled as a 'problematic student' over his last year here, and people seem torn between wanting to teach him a lesson and being careful because of the tragic circumstances that brought him to this institute.

He certainly doesn't make it any easier.

Whatever you're doing, Petre is most likely watching you. Whether you notice him or not, he'll lift a finger and tip his chin, calling you out with a mild remark.]

I saw that.