A rather ordinary, if arguably cute girl with dark hair sat down the wall from the person controlling the tiny vehicle. He legs were crossed in what might be a lotus fold, if she knew what that was.

She seemed comfortable in the position as she watched people and other beings pass by.  To the observant, her attention seemed focused on the females in the crowd.  Most notably the human or near-human girls.

She'd watch one for a while, and then turn her face down to her lap before again looking up to spy another girl, which she observed for a while before again changing focus.  Sometimes, if the girl she was watching made gestures or mannerisms or moved in certain ways, the darkly-dressed girl would mimic the moves in a subdued fashion before turning her attention to whatever was in her lap.

She made no effort to draw attention, though her seat wasn't too far from the action of the nearest busy pathway. She tried not to stare too obviously when the sports duo walked by, but her aping of the shorter girl's grip on her backpack was a bit more obvious than most of her mimicry. 

The person sitting beside Marty looks up at her every once in a while, even though their attention was mostly on the car they were zooming around. "So, you a doppelganger or something? I mean, none of my business, if you don't want to talk about it." The tiefling they almost tripped glares at them, but her softball-wielding friend talks to her and they walk away.

The dragonborn tosses the ball hard and slightly off center, but it was solid enough to trip the target, and the mermaid is dumped into the water. There's a smattering of applause, and the woman operating the booth --a brunette woman in simple, handmade clothes-- hands him a coupon which reads "One free slice, Odo's pizza. Redeemable at the manager's approval" The mermaid leans on the edge of the cube. "Isn't it Andrea's turn?"
"But the water's so coooooooold," an auburn-haired girl nearby says.

A brightly feathered young woman in sailor's clothes walks through the campus taking in all sights around her.  Her brightly colored feathers folded tight against her arms, she nods and says "hi" to anyone who even remotely makes eye contact with her.  She holds a treasure chest in her hands as she walks up to a table marked "M-Z".  

"Hello," she says cheerfully.  "I need to register.  My name is Rae Quetzali."

A girl that seems mostly human looking but with squirrel ears and tail looks around the entire campus with slack jawed awe as she walks towards the line for the A to L tent and talks out loud to seemingly herself. "Oh Wow so this is Sigil!? There are so many people here people here! And so many different kinds! Like that cool fishlady and cool dragonman." As she enters the line she waves excitedly in the direction of the aforementioned mermaid and dragonborn (though she didn't know that's what they are called) not even caring that they might not even notice her. 

She then also looks at one of the other registration tents. "I didn't even know you could spell names with apostrophes!" 

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A portal blooms into being at the edge of the campus, aetheric gears blooming around it's edges.  Through it step four metallic figures, Warforged of Eberron.  One is painted all black, with red lights glowing from under his plating.  He carries nothing but a dagger at his waist, and hunger in his eyes.  The next is thin, what would be called emaciated in an organic, and stood much shorter than the others, carrying a slender rapier.  The third is almost exaggeratedly female, wearing a tank top and shorts over her turquoise casing, molded in some almost inhuman ideal of beauty, and looking all the more artificial for it.  A whip is at her waist, and a massive axe and hammer on her back.

At the forefront is one covered in scale armor under a black cloak.  He holds no visible weapon, but he is by far the largest of the four.  A veil of chainmail hides his face, and as he looks over the crown a shudder plays over him.  If one could hear his thoughts, it would ruin the image he presents.

Oh gods, oh GODS, they're everywhere.  They're touching...oh...OH...AAAGH!  Why am I here, this is sadistic!  He expects me to just...go among them?  This is sick!

The other three move on to the realm of NPCs, leaving 001 to make his way through the crowd to the registration tents.  More than once he is thankful for his limited expressiveness, if the fleshbags could see his feeling on his face it would be mortifying.