History of Religion was just wrapping up, and Emiko had noticed the new student in the room was taking their time to leave the classroom. Of course, Emiko herself was, too, because she liked the aura of the classroom. Being somewhere she could explore her own spirituality brought peace to her soul.

The other student turned away, throwing their bag over one shoulder, which looked smooth up until a pen dropped out of it. Emiko quickly picked it up, and spoke to the person holding the bag, avoiding a tap on the shoulder, as not to startle them.

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On some days, Lanna liked to try her hand at writing her own songs. On her hiatus from her pop star days, she was going to use part of that time to transition her style of music. She kept a pink journal and even had a special set of pens to write in. 

An idea struck her like lightning. She had to write it in her notebook and had planned to do it outside. The nicer days were numbered as fall approached. 

She reached in her bag, but to no avail. Hm. Could she have left it somewhere? Well, she should probably retrace her steps. As she was walking back, she spotted a person holding what looked like her journal. 

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Right before heading up to the dorms, Frey noticed someone at the side of the building by himself. He stuck out like a sore thumb even if he had his back turned but even if they never talked in the dorms, Frey knew who he was: her roommate, Jamie. She planned to surprise him, give him the classic surprise or “boo”. But just as she prepared to jump on him, Frey was the one that got shocked.

Of all of the classes he took, cooking was one of Skye’s favorites. Not just because he actually liked cooking, but because enough ingredients were left for him to sneak in and cook himself dinner whenever he wanted.

The door being locked wasn’t an issue; Skye had taught himself how to pick locks long ago. It was a key skill set to have in his line of ‘work.’

After the bobby pin Skye was holding succeeded in opening the door, he carefully stepped in. No shadows of anyone, good. Closing the door, he used a small flashlight to look around for ingredients.

“I wonder if I could make curry here...” Skye whispered to himself, he just got his hands on some rice and curry powder when the door opened yet again.

Welcome back! And yes, it is definitely possible.

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If there was one thing Antoinette couldn’t stand in her classes it was group projects. Having to trust some immature, talkative classmate to focus on the project and not drag her grade down? At least she could usually try and pick someone somewhat competent to work with or take complete control of the project, a feat easily accomplished with how little work ethic her peers seemed to have.

But when the teacher assigned the pairings? That’s when she got stuck with people like Jamie--aggravating and unwilling to let her do this on her own. While he was competent enough her grade never dropped horribly whenever they were paired, and it did keep happening, but all she could focus on until the got their grade back was the many ways they could do better or how he must be holding her back.

With her patience for him already so low, there was very little room for him to make honest mistakes--such as failing to show up on time. While she waited, she pulled out her papers and looked them over, though they were far enough into the assignment that she needed him--more importantly, his share of the work--to continue. At the most, it was ten minutes. Hell, one could even argue that Antoinette had actually shown up too early--it wouldn’t be the first time. But she didn’t like Jamie, so she was very quick to blame him. She didn’t even spare a glance when she heard his approach or when he pulled his chair out across from her. Sniffing harshly, she looked up, tap-tap-tapping away at the library table with the eraser of her pencil, only when he was sat.

Welcome aboard Jamie! He’ll be staying at Dorm C3.