Ignia's eyes were glued to her cards.
A: "Hello, how has your day been?"
A tough battle indeed. She had to avoid revealing too much about herself but giving enough personal info to form a lasting and positive impression, that could lead to an enduring relationship, then dividing into sleep-overs or perhaps planned MEETUPS? She could save time by stating that it was good, but then she would be seen as a normie. Someone who responds to an interesting question with such half-hearted answers. She read in a book somewhere that intentionally revealing less information could make a woman seem mysterious, alluring and therefore attractive by default. Would that mean playing hard to get? She didn't want to play hard-to-get, that could be seen as pushing away potential friends due to a tragic event in the past or perhaps to save their peers from the person's inner demons.
Ignia fumbled with her cards. Tapping her pen on the hard-paper stack as she made numerous ink dots unknowingly. Aside from going where she was told, she was not listening to anything she was told. People say to stay away from screens as they would rot your brain, read books instead. In Ignia's case, her mind has been filled with warped impressions of simple ideas of love and friendship, by authors who put pen to paper as a livelihood instead of a passion. She was plenty passionate, though prone to using energy for things that don't matter at all.
Mouth-noise, all of it. Ignia's hands moved, sorting through her beloved conversation script stack, but her ears did not twitch once. The scary lady spoke of important information and such, but Ignia, unfortunately, did not hear a single word. She wasn't lazy, or disinterested. Failing the acceptance test would be a nightmare for the poor girl, having to spend her days as a huntress all alone. No friends until she grew old, placed in a nursing home with her only companion a half-blind janitor who helps her take her medicine. Ignia slapped her cheeks until they look flushed. Think good thoughts Ignia! You can't lose faith now.
Her own words of encouragement kept her focused, placing her cards in her pocket, completely oblivious as her peers were launched into the air around her. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes before finding herself in the air. She didn't know what happened but she was falling fast. Extending her hook-shot arm, she aimed it at a taller tree and shot the harpoon through multiple branches. As the cable ran out, she swung to the nearest limb of the tree and landed on the bark as footing.
Hmm...what was she supposed to do again? The only possible solution was to find someone and introduce herself to them.
That must be why they flung her into such a large area, so she could find multiple friends and they could reach the finish line together. What an invigorating and effective way to have them meet each other? She never doubted the management at the beacon, and this was one of the reasons why!
Bringing her hook shot back, she aimed her other hand at a tree, demonstrating the same motion and bringing herself to the branch in a swift fashion. Ignia went on her merry way, swinging in the direction of any noise and completely ignoring the Grimm that walked about the ground.