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"Oh, yeah. Azer Dorm is..." the pixie starts, but Creig puts his hand over Kel's face.
"Yeah, Azer's one of the off-campus dorms. You take this main road off the campus for about seventeen blocks and turn right onto Hickman Drive. You'll see a place called 'Illegitimate Spice Dealers.' That's actually Azer Dorm, but they like to keep it secret. Knock twice and ask for Bernie."

t'Nee looks at Creig skeptically, shakes his head, and turns back to the honey-haired woman womanning the apostrophe registration tent. He's lying to me isn't he? Could you point me in the direction of Azer hall? Also, my packet says my room assignment is the stairwell. Is there a fountain there?

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Frances would continue playing until two women would step up as he stopped and listened to them as he chuckled. Doing a slight bow he said "It's a pleasure to meet both of you, Hano and Doen. I am Frances De'Shalas." He said. "So, to answer your questions in order. This is a violin, it's my favorite and primary instrument that I play, though I do have two others." He said putting said violin away. "As for my, uh...figure. Well, you could say it's a...special diet in a sense." He said, it wasn't a lie...technically.*

Frances would notice Doraad had returned as he said "Welcome back." He then looked around. "Well, it seems this is going to be pretty much it, if anyone thinks we should wait for anyone else we shall but if everyone's ready we can head up to the dorms now." He suggested.

​*Deception roll/ https://orokos.com/roll/595136 

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Shiori brightens. "Oh, I have the same! I guess that makes sense, since we're in the same major. They won't let me enroll in the starting monk classes until next semester, something about too many credits. But at least Basic Roofrunning counts for both, so I'll be a little ahead."

But he doesn't seem very interested in talking about class, for some reason. How odd. She casts about for something to say. Small talk: not covered in traditional ninja training... "So, um, what do you do for fun?"

Lorenzo gets his documents in order as the halfling. "This is so cool being in charge a' th' booth," she chirps, "since I'm not part of the committee. Naull is the best, lettin' me handle all this great stuff." As she hands Lorenzo his packet, she drops two more behind her.

Mialee starts to point the way to the dorm for Caeruleus, then just points at a large cluster of thin bards, hobgoblins, cat girls, and ninjas with a sign over their heads proudly baring the dorm's name. "I think they might be going there?"

Alecto frowns at Creig, then nods to t'Nee. "Yes, Azer is just down this path," she gestures, then to Creig, "an ill-won victory does not please Nike."
"Yeah, but Adidas loves that shit."

Cearuleus stands at the registration table a minute longer than should be socially comfortable, watching the informal parade of fellow students as they head to what would be his dorm.
He sighs.
“Thanks... thank you,” he tells the elf on the other side of the table, “you’ve been so... more than so... very... and the coffee maybe? Yeah? Okay then.. cheers...”
He floats behind the eclectic collection of classmates, trailing in their shadow as he digs in his packets for the room number he’s been assigned.
“509? He mutters to himself. “My roommate, some bloke named...Lorenzo. Hmm. Hope he’s nice... or at least quiet.”
Caeruleus heads to his room.

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