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Post by Mirumoto Aiko on Jan 8, 2018 8:12:50 GMT -5
As most of the girls who will be moving into the dorms have probably finished their initial settling in at least at this point and have had a chance to familiarize themselves with campus, Aiko would go around the dorm, knocking on doors and introducing herself to the girls as the dorm mother and informing them there would be a meeting to cover the ground rules and expectations when she had finished this circuit in the common area on the ground floor. Once done, she makes her way to the appointed meeting place and prepares herself a cup of tea, waiting to see who will arrive and who has already arrived. She's wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt under a green jacket, not really advertising who she is, though some of the students likely recognize her. Or in the case of one student, who is going to try and arrive fashionably late to this meeting to avoid attention from the group, know her entirely too well and want to avoid embarassment.
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Post by Doji Hoshiko on Jan 8, 2018 8:20:39 GMT -5
One of the earlier arrivals, surprisingly, was the rock star. Hoshiko entered, carrying a can of some sweet-smelling gaijin drink that she was sipping. She bowed deeply to the woman, and found a place to sit, taking her guitar case off and keeping it in front of her as she did so.
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Post by Kuni Hinata on Jan 8, 2018 9:29:59 GMT -5
A slim girl dressed in all black and wearing white, face covering makeup entered the room, looking it over. As she noticed the older woman, she bowed. Hinata wasn't aware of who it was, but she was clearly a teacher of some kind. She found a seat and took out a paper and some pen, beginning to write.
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 8, 2018 9:31:46 GMT -5
Joo-Eun is also an early arrival, taking a seat towards the back of the room, balancing a box of parts on her knees as she handles a pair of model clippers and a file, starting to work on a model kit as she waits and listens.
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Post by Asako Fumina on Jan 8, 2018 9:41:33 GMT -5
Next to Joo-Eun sits Fumina, the lid of a box sitting between the two of them slowly filling with plastic trimming, sprues, and filings. After all, what responsible artisan and craftsman doesn't clean up after themselves?
She hands a file to the Unicorn next to her before picking up a finer nail-file, and begins the process of polishing a cut that had dug a sliver too deep into the detailing on the plastic piece. "Ugh. Been a while since I've done a field build." She mumbles quietly to the Utaku. "Can't believe I cut this so deep."
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Post by Utaku Ryouko on Jan 8, 2018 12:49:58 GMT -5
Ryouko walked in still carrying a large bag and a suitcase. Having been busy settling her horse in she hadn't had a chance to drop her own things in her room, but not wanting to seem rude by being late to the dorm meeting she's chosen to just bring evrything along and drop it off later.
She bowed stiffly to the sensei before wordlessly moving to a corner of the room, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall. The Unicorn's face was a carefully controlled mask of neutrality but anyone looking more closely would notice the burning anger behind her eyes.
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Post by Ichiro Priya on Jan 8, 2018 12:53:25 GMT -5
Priya enters too, with the rock star, feeling more than a little underwhelming in such company. She is wearing blacks and flannel, some of it too big, her T-shirt too small. Her skin is dark, and her face pierced, marking her as gaijin. Perhaps she should be grateful fro the distraction. When she comes in though, she can't take her eyes off the teacher, the famous Aiko, swordswoman extraordinaire!
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Post by Utaku Joo-Eun on Jan 8, 2018 12:53:46 GMT -5
"Why do you think I prefer clippers and a file? Takes a little longer, but keeps me from cutting too close to the piece," Joo-Eun replies absently, before nodding to her fellow Unicorn.
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Post by Tsuruchi Natsu on Jan 8, 2018 14:08:48 GMT -5
From one of the quieter (comparatively) hallways appear, dressed in a frumpy beige shirt and a black, skirt which in the early sunlight just allows the silhouette of her legs to peer through.
She is a bit large for her age and looks around at the other students with an air of mild trepidation about her, but still paying close attention to the teacher.
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Post by Utaku Ryouko on Jan 8, 2018 14:14:47 GMT -5
Ryouko nodded back to her distant cousin. She tried to place the girl once more, but her father's family tree lessons were the last thing that was on her mind right now, so after a few minutes she gave it up as a poor job. Her stormy eyes scanned the crowd of girls with only mild interest, before resting back on the teacher as she waited a tad impatiently for this meeting to start so it could end.
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