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Under One Roof

Introduction

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What do you get when you add six students, one unfamiliar place, one newly refurbished house, all manner of dreams, and more personal issues and idiosyncrasies than you can count, then multiply by one year during which they'll be stuck with each other?

A boy without a purpose, trying to decide what path his life should take.

A girl without a voice, always dreaming of the sky she wants so desperately to reach.

A cynic who found herself helpless to even control the outcome of her own life, and accepted her fate.

A young man who sacrificed everything he had for those around him, but was left unfulfilled by his loss.

A lone youth, out of place and far away from home, working to adjust to a changing world.

A boy fleeing from the past, unable to trust the world around him, but unwilling to make it any worse.

Tensions are high - both between these new students, and in their own hearts. But, through their quarrels, perhaps they'll begin to understand one another, and find more of a home in their dysfunctional household than they'd thought possible? Little by little, they work to see their dreams come true. Please watch warmly as their stories unfold.


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Our story begins on the artificial island of Ariens, located just off the coast of the archipelago of Xera: a haven of innovation, culture, and knowledge. Its creation was funded originally by the Xeran Federation for two purposes. The project's first objective was to deal with the burgeoning population by relocating some of their people from the over-crowded cities on the archipelago's main island of Agria to the new space opened both on the surface of the island, and in its submarine lower levels. The second goal in the island's creation, on the other hand, was to create a port that would provide a trading medium between Xera itself and the neighboring islands on the Grand Sea, making it easier for travelers and merchants from other nations to cross over the Maelstrom in their airships by shortening the distance they'd have to fly. However, it is neither as a home for the disenfranchised nor as a trading post that Ariens is primarily known. Rather, it is first and foremost recognized as the foremost home of education, the arts, and the sciences, due to the foundation of a number of renowned academies by expatriate intellectuals both from Xera and from the Outlands who found a common home there. These schools were found for all manner of reasons. Some taught the fine arts, others focused on attaining new scientific knowledge. Others still focused on instructing their students in practical disciplines such as piloting and the operation of machines. Regardless, due to the prestige of their instructors, Ariens' schools became renowned as not just the best in Xera, but, perhaps, the best on the entire Grand Sea. Anyone with the means would thus invariably send their children there for their education - as one would be a fool to pass up the chance to bestow upon one's heirs an education that, it was said, would guarantee their success in life.

And so, we find six such students sent far from their homes to attend one such school. Their histories and personalities differ widely, but their circumstances are the same. They are here to pursue the knowledge to make their dreams into a reality, and to cast off the shackles of their past mistakes. And, most important of all, they all ended up, by chance, in the same place: Mayfield House. A run-down house off of the campus of the Twin Stars Academy for Promising Youths, it was bought up by the school along with a few others like it and converted to a cheap residence for incoming students. Whether because of personal preference or financial necessity, these six newcomers have thus found themselves moving into an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people on an unfamiliar island. And so our story begins, following them as they learn to hope, to strive, and to make their dreams a reality.


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The artificial island of Ariens consists of a thick upper layer of transplanted soil placed atop a large metal superstructure. With ten descending levels, it is constructed as a rough circle - with a large chunk facing westward towards the Xeran archipelago removed from the uppermost layer to serve as a makeshift harbor. These levels are in turn centered around a large metal spire that supports the entire structure, reaching from the bottom of the ocean to its surface. This installation, known as The Tether, is the keystone of the entire island, and also serves to provide it with its source of power, drawing on geothermal energy from volcanic vents on the ocean's floor. Each level is classified as a "Strahta," with Strahta 1 being the surface and Strahta 10 being the very bottom-most level of the island's superstructure. In practice, though, the city on the island's idyllic surface is usually just referred to as "Strahta," while the tenements, malls, and factories located on the lower levels are referred to as the "Substrahta." Housing below the surface is usually cheaper, as the noise and fog of the great machines working at the island's heart tends to disrupt the peace, and also because it tends to be rather crowded. For the most part, those who live beneath the surface are the workers, who need to live close to their place of employment. Strahta itself is a fairly luxurious metropolis, with a great deal of beachfront property, advanced public transit systems in the form of monorail lines, and a general high class atmosphere. The lower levels, however, have a much more vibrant culture and nightlife, making the choice between Strahtan and Substrahtan living just as much one of personal preference as it is one of finances.


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The school, located in a small artificial forest close to the northern coast, is one of the island's smaller ones, focusing on less advanced materials than the more notable universities closer to the more metropolitan downtown area of Ariens' surface. It's not dedicated solely to instructing either artists or machinists, having originally been two separate schools which each focused on one of the two. Following their merge to form Twin Stars, the academy is instead split into both northern and southern campuses, one focusing on instructing students of the Arts, and others focusing on training them in science and the usage of machines. Each campus is largely comprised of a half-mile long building packed to the brim with facilities for its chosen purpose, each connected to the other by a walkway, as well as by a large, open courtyard running between them. The Machinists, with their laboratories, workshops, and the like occupy the more closed off southern wing, which is built elevated to allow for easy vehicle access to a large garage and even more facilities located below it. The Arts campus, located in the northern wing, contains studios for the various crafting students, sculptors, and artists, as well as a large theater complex for students of acting. Finally, located beneath the central courtyard are other facilities such as a large underground archive connected to both buildings, to which all students have near-unlimited access, a mess hall, and small, basic dormitories for students who'd rather not live off campus. Students are allowed to choose the focus of their curriculum, allowing new students some level of leeway when it comes to deciding which kind of career they wish to pursue, be it as an artisan or a machinist. The school also has ties to several higher level institutions, allowing those who desire to further their knowledge of a specific field to pursue higher learning after graduating from Twin Stars.


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Standing in the more sparsely populated northern neighborhood of Strahta, this small house is just a block and a half away from the Twin Stars Academy, and only about twenty minutes walking in the other direction from Ariens' northmost beach. It's located in a fairly quiet neighborhood, where most of the houses belong to either the students or the faculty of the Academy, if not for the school itself. Due to the very limited space in its underground dormitories, and the steady increase of its student body, the Academy has been forced to buy up local housing to provide financially feasible options for prospective students, be they from the homeland of Xera, Ariens itself, or the Outlands. Mayfield House - named for a professor who formerly lived there, and who was the one who sold the property to the school when he himself retired - is a particularly cheap example of these new housing projects. Built around thirty years ago - the same time as the island itself - it's rather old fashioned, with many flaws beginning to become apparent as paint chips, shingles fall, wood cracks and rots, and things generally fail to work as they're supposed to. But, for a student - especially one on foreign turf - the only things that really matter are availability and price. In this case, Mayfield House is fairly convenient, as there are few rules or agreements necessary to live there, it's close to school, and the rent is very cheap.

The house itself is two stories tall, with an addition off the side of the lower level that makes it somewhat more livable. Upon entering through the front entrance, one is faced with a small lounge area with a TV to one's left, and a staircase to one's right that immediately takes a leftward turn and leads up to the much smaller second level. Straight forward, there is a hallway leading to the right through the rest of the building, with five dorm rooms off the side opposite the entrance, and windows looking out onto the small front lawn on the other side. At the end of the corridor, there's a large kitchen and dining room, with a sliding door leading out to a side deck. Most of the lawn itself is overgrown by trees and shrubs, surrounding the house, but providing a good enough view off of the porch.

Upstairs, there's a small balcony looking down on the entrance hall, leading around to a loft area above the front door. There are three rooms on this level - one just to the right of the stairs, looking downward, one opposite the stairs, and one on the far left side of the stairway, all the way around the square balcony. The second room is a small bathroom which also contains a shower and tub, while the third is a laundry room leading out onto an upper balcony. The first, however, is much stranger: a large room, possibly designed as a study, but now totally overflowing with books - unusual, to say the least, when the school's archive already stores plenty of digitized books accessible by any student's P.T. Not only are there library stacks in front of the entrance, forming four rows of shelves perpendicular to the left wall that go all the way to the back of the room, but there are also two more along the front wall, and and three adjacent to the right wall. In the rearmost part of the room's center, located directly in front of the room's one window there's an astonishingly large basket chair, piled to the brim with pillows, cushions, and blankets, such that it looks more like a bird's nest than a piece of furniture. In front of this is positioned a rather large desk. This mysterious room is known by the House's inhabitants as "The Library," and is apparently home to one of the more reclusive of the residence's four occupants - although whoever she might be, almost nobody's ever seen her. Of course, this, like all things, is bound to change with the coming year...


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Hello, there! Feyblue here! If you've made it this far, then congratulations, and thank you kindly for your interest in my RP! Here's where I'll outline various OOC information you'll probably want to know before making your bio, such as details about the setting, available roles, and the general themes of the RP.

Our first order of business is the setting. This RP takes place in what I like to term a "mundane, yet fantastic world," known as Altah. Although its largely tropical climate is refreshing to its people, most of the world of Altah is taken up by oceans, with about 99% of its water being found in the Grand Sea that encompasses roughly 90% of the globe. The only land above the surface of the Grand Sea is, for the most part, large chains of islands formed by volcanic eruptions and tectonic activity. The Grand Sea itself is very dangerous, as a near continuous band of storms known as the Maelstrom rages across its surface due to violently unstable collisions of tectonic plates beneath the surface, and a coinciding set of wind patterns above it. Because of this, it's almost impossible for sailing ships to traverse the distance between one island chain and another, which has stunted exploration and resulted in many societies being largely self-contained. At least, until now, as the invention of large, sturdy, and powerful airships has made it possible to traverse the Maelstrom by flying above the cloud layer, making travel between the various archipelago empires and island nations a possibility.

Our story takes place in the Xeran archipelago, consisting of seven islands which, several hundred years ago, were locked in vicious rivalry over resources and territory. The largest island, Agria, eventually came out on top, forming an aristocracy - known as the Principality of the Fair - through which its own elite would control the affairs of its six "colonies." However, an uprising on the neighboring islands of Fane and Zest eventually forced this imperial government to change its stance, surrendering many of its elitist privileges and recognizing the rights of the lower classes. Over time, each island regained its democratic rights, and so the islands of Xera formed into a tightly-knit federation in which each island had sovereignty over its own affairs, but could be directed in matters of national import by a council comprised of representatives of all seven.

These are the events of roughly 180 years ago. Following the invention of the airship roughly sixty years after that, and the age of exploration that it made possible, contact was established with other countries beyond the Maelstrom. These smaller island nations, known collectively as The Outlands, were largely primitive compared to Xera, but had valuable resources that made trade viable. And, the arrival of Xeran merchants in their lands resulted in a slow boom of trade that modernized the Outlands and brought riches to Xera. Wishing to expand upon this trade, and facing an overpopulation crisis due to emigration from the Outlands, the Xeran government set about researching the possibility of creating trading posts, or even cities, that could float upon the water. The product of this research is, of course, as you know well, the Artificial Island of Ariens.

The world is currently undergoing a technological revolution. With electricity discovered during the days of the Principality, and the technology created to draw on the energy of the many submarine vents of geothermal and volcanic energy, the archipelago of Xera swiftly made the transition from steam to thermal power. With the invention of computer technology to help micromanage the systems of airships roughly 100 years ago, society has since made great strides in advancement. Although society bears the trappings of the old Age of Steam, this age has long since past, leading into what historians have already termed the "Age of Light." The technology of Altah is in some senses more advanced than that of modern Earth society, and in others, it is more primitive. Many aspects of society are now controlled by computers via interactive computerized glass-like interfaces, for example. Whereas we would have a computer or a cell phone, the average Altahn would instead use a simple folding glass viewscreen with a miniaturized datachip plugged in to serve the purpose of an entire computing system, known as a Personal Terminal. With the portability of a cell phone and all the functions of a cutting edge laptop computer, P.T.s are about as common as smart phones in our day and age. On the other hand, their networking technology is generations behind ours, as they haven't yet begun looking into any sort of space program with which to launch satellites. They lack world-wide net connection, with only large cities like Strahta having localized network wiring that allows for any sort of connectivity between terminals. Long range communication between continents is almost impossible due to both the lack of strong enough signaling equipment, and the interference caused by the Maelstrom. The only method of sending messages across the sea is via air mail, which is both expensive and a few days slow, making it somewhat difficult for students from the Outlands to keep in touch with their relatives back home. Because of these divergences, they could perhaps best be said to be in the transitional stage between Steampunk and Cyberpunk, without really having the trappings of either.

As far as culture, devices, and religion go, the sky is the limit. There is no outright "magic" in Altah, but there are all manner of fantastic gadgets. And, although there won't be any miracles happening any time soon, there are plenty of religious sects and ideologies if one wishes to give roots to one's cultural heritage. A few samples of Xeran religion will be included, along with a glossary of in-universe devices, concepts, and terminologies, in the Altahn Codex, which will be posted in the forums section when I have time.

For the time being, this RP will be limited to four characters, including my own. I may expand that number by two, or perhaps even four, if there are a sufficient number of interested RPers. I sincerely doubt there will be that much of a turnout, however, which is why I've decided to keep the cast size small. This way, there are fewer people who might abandon the thread, and fewer people to wait on in any given posting situation, allowing the story to progress more rapidly and - at least, I sincerely hope - to last longer. On that note, dedication is a serious factor in my decision whether or not to accept you. If you're not willing to stick with this for the long hall, then please, don't bother joining. And, if you will be indisposed to continue posting, please inform me if at all possible, so that I'll know you haven't dropped the thread for good.

Although, as you may have noticed from the intro, I have a few "roles" listed, in practice, they're more "suggestions" than hard and fast characters you need to adhere to. I mostly just included them as samples to give a general idea of the feel of the RP - and to provide me with convenient narration points for my intro. However, if you've got an idea you think would fit with the setting and would rather use, feel free to shoot me a PM, and we can talk about switching out one of the existing roles for the one you had in mind.

As you may have noticed, this isn't an adventurous, action-packed RP. Rather, its more of a coming of age story, viewing a fantastic world through the eyes of a few ordinary kids as they come to terms with themselves, their lives, and the people around them. The story won't be driven through drama and danger, but rather through simple dialogue - the end goal being to tell the story of genuine people through a medium that remains larger than life. There can be some level of the theatrical in your characters' personalities and traits without making them unrelatable. The key is in how you treat them. Not everything needs to be a parade of angst, but at the same time, it doesn't all have to be laughs and comedy, either. It's the balancing of happiness and sadness with a slowly shifting worldview that makes a character seem Human, and above all else, that is what I'm looking for in this RP. In creating the world of Altah, I want to make as few limits on the lives and personalities of your characters as possible. More than just that, I want to allow you the freedom to explore this world together with myself. What has been defined on this page is just a basic framework, from which we can build as the story progresses. Players will have the freedom to add their own nations, cultures, and ideas to the story as we progress, building the world of Altah around us as a cooperative effort, rather than force-feeding it to you pre-built. You've got an idea you'd like to see added? Great! Just give me a heads up, throw it in your bio or in a post, and I'll add your materials to the Codex. With just that, our world together becomes just a little bit larger.

Although this isn't a story of grand adventures or anything like that, I also don't intend for it to become "yet another highschool RP." Our characters are students, but that doesn't mean the plot needs to be consumed solely by the time they spend in classes. Rather, we'll be taking a more "Slice of Life" sort of approach, focusing largely on the time they spend together in Mayfield House, on their responsibilities, and on their overall aspirations and progression. For now, my main goal is to chronicle their meetings, their friendships, their rivalries, their romances, and their overall progression throughout the first year of their acquaintance. Assuming we can manage that, we'll see what else lies in store for our heroes!

Speaking of whom, here are the tentative roles, and their RPers.

Nadine M. Vallentin: A devoted bookworm and social recluse from the Xeran island of Agria, she suffers from tremendous social anxiety, making it almost impossible for her to even speak. An avid fan of the "adventure books" made popular during the Age of Discovery, which she reads as a personal form of escapism, she's obsessed with the sky and the unlimited possibilities it offers. Her greatest dream is to earn her place as an airship pilot, so she's applied to study as a Machinist at the Academy to pursue this goal, despite her otherwise artsy inclinations and lack of notable talents.
Portrayed by Feyblue.

Aquina "Aki" Rosenberg: A jaded cynic renowned for some outstanding talent, be it artistic or scientific. Because of her innate knack for this particular skill, she's always been treated as a genius, but has also been pressured by those around her to capitalize on it, despite her lack of interest in the subject. She feels as though when she fails, everyone is disappointed in her, but when she succeeds, they write it off as simply being due to her "genius." Feeling a lack of control over her life in general, and that any hard work on her part won't meet with a reward, she's beginning to question whether there's anything truly worthwhile to be found in her life.
Portrayed by SkyCladSaya06.

Nikolai Utkin: A former slacker who has coasted through life by virtue of his keen memory and logic. He lacks any real attachment to any particular career or occupation, and isn't really sure what to do with the life that lies ahead of him. People who praise him for his intelligence and tell him that he can do anything he sets his mind to only make him feel worse, as he has no idea what he should pursue.
Portrayed by Dae Mec.

Rook Foster: A young man who chose to live his life for the sake of others, feeling obligated by his conscience to give help to anyone who needs it. He does what he can, whenever he can, but found his personal sacrifices eventually taken for granted by those close to him, and his good deeds left unrewarded. When the world around him clashes so directly with his ideals, will he be able to continue putting his faith in those around him? To forsake his ideals and live for himself... Would that be selfishness, or just common sense?
Portrayed by FamishedPants.

Shane Collins: A student from far across the sea, come to the island to become an Machinist. He's paranoid and out of place, but also curious, and tends to get easily involved in the business of others. Perhaps a bit too involved...
Requested and Portrayed by Mustafa

Azalea N. Merritt: A student fleeing from his abusive home, struggling to make ends meet in an unreasonable situation. A perpetual frowner, he's hardly content with his lot in life, but precisely because of that reason, is loath to make anyone else's lives worse, either.
Portrayed by Alle9009.

More roles may be added, depending on whether or not there's actually any interest in this thread. Roles may also be subject to change depending on the wishes of the players.


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  • Most obviously, no godlike characters. Nobody's perfect, and in an RP focused more on characters than anything else, flaws are a must-have.
  • Powerplaying - the act of controlling other players' characters without their permission, is also taboo. However, I'm a bit lenient about this one. If you want character interactions contained within one post, then posting cooperatively to streamline a conversation between two characters isn't just an option - it's encouraged! Just so long as everything that happens to a character is approved by that character's writer, everything's fine.
  • Metagaming - the act of treating the information you know and the information your character knows as one and the same - is forbidden. Always remember that just because you can see the narration doesn't mean your character can, and act accordingly.
  • Remain civil to other users. This is meant above all else to be a fun writing experience, so please keep arguments outside of both the roleplay and its official OOC thread. Excessive rudeness may be grounds for removal from the RP.
  • Please, I beg you: spell and grammar check your posts. Nobody's a perfect writer, but do the best you can. Don't use 1337-speak, and DO use the rules of English grammar to the best of your ability. It's more fun for everyone if everyone's at their best.
  • I won't enforce some arbitrary number as a minimum size for posts, nor will I instate a maximum size either. However, if you're going to post, always be sure that what you're adding contributes to the RP as a whole. If your post is only one line long, you might not be doing that.
  • This is meant to be something of a character drama, so we obviously will need some element of drama. As you may have noticed, each of the sample character roles includes some defining conflict to work through over the course of the RP. So, obviously, each character is going to have their problems. So, as such, I'm not saying it's illegal to angst. However, disproportionately edgy backstories and personalities really won't fit terribly well with the mood of this story, which is above all meant to be a hopeful one. As such, please don't overdo it.
  • Keep things PG-13. If something goes too far - which it really should have very little reason to - please fade to black and scene cut.
  • Don't use real life images for your face claims. I find it kind of awkward appropriating any actual person's face.
  • Reservations will be subject to cancellation if I don't hear from you in a few days. In the event that we get more interest than expected, I may allow up to two people to reserve a shot at the same role, and then choose the character I prefer between them. As mentioned above, new slots may also be added to accommodate additional players - although I'd like to keep the genders balanced regardless so that the thread isn't dominated by one or the other.
  • Other standard rules apply.

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Note: This format isn't mandatory. If you've got one of your own you like better, feel free to use it. I was just including it as an example of the sorts of things I tend to include in my own bios, as well as for the convenience of those who don't want to design or adapt their own formats. Feel free to alter, modify, or replace it as you see fit. Thank you!
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[list][*][font=cambria][color=HEXCOLOR2][size=120]Answer Here[/size][/color][/font]
[*][font=cambria][b][color=HEXCOLOR2]Origin and Meaning:[/color][/b][/font] [font=occidental][i][size=90]Explain here. Feel free to use a real name and etymology, or just make one up. This is a fantasy world, after all![/size][/i][/font][/list]
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[color=HEXCOLOR1][b][size=140][font=gabriola]✦ Gender ✦[/font][/size][/b][/color]
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[color=HEXCOLOR1][b][size=140][font=gabriola]✦ Age ✦[/font][/size][/b][/color]
[list][*][font=cambria][color=HEXCOLOR2][size=120]Answer here. Character ages should be somewhere around early high school age.[/size][/color][/font]
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[list][*][font=cambria][color=HEXCOLOR2][size=120]Answer Here.[/size][/color][/font][/list]
[color=HEXCOLOR1][b][size=140][font=gabriola]✦ Sexual Orientation ✦[/font][/size][/b][/color]
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[color=HEXCOLOR1][b][size=140][font=gabriola]✦ Face Claim ✦[/font][/size][/b][/color]
[list][*][font=cambria][color=HEXCOLOR2][size=120]Answer Here.[/size][/color][/font][/list]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/XvRMzJK.gif[/img][/center][hr][/hr][center][img]Character Image Here.[/img]
[font=occidental][size=120][color=HEXCOLOR2]{[/color][/size][quote][color=HEXCOLOR1]Character Quote Here.[/color][/quote][size=120][color=HEXCOLOR2]}[/color][/size][/font][/center][hr][/hr][center][img]http://abuffalosoldier.com/scroll1a.gif[/img][/center][left][img]Image Here[/img]
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[color=HEXCOLOR1][b][size=140][font=gabriola]✦ Physical Description ✦[/font][/size][/b][/color]
[list][*][font=occidental][i]Describe here.[/i][/font][/list]
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[list][*][font=cambria][color=HEXCOLOR2][b]Feature:[/b][/color][/font] [font=occidental][i]Description/Summary.[/i][/font]
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[img]http://i.imgur.com/XvRMzJK.gif[/img][/center][hr][/hr][center][img]Character Image Here[/img]
[font=occidental][size=120][color=HEXCOLOR2]{[/color][/size][quote][color=HEXCOLOR1]Character Quote Here[/color][/quote][size=120][color=HEXCOLOR2]}[/color][/size][/font][/center][hr][/hr][center][img]http://abuffalosoldier.com/scroll1a.gif[/img][/center][right][img]Character Image Here[/img]
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[img]http://i.imgur.com/XvRMzJK.gif[/img][/center][hr][/hr][center][img]Image Here[/img]
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The wind swept over the small island, a cool breeze carrying with it the last vestiges of a thin fog from the storms raging miles out at sea. This mist washed slowly over the waking city on the first Strahta of Ariens, half-masking the glowing morning sun from view even as it finished cresting the horizon and began its slow ascent heavenward. It was a morning like any other, with plenty of small sailing ships either arriving from or departing towards the neighboring islands of the Xeran archipelago, while airships came and went from the island's prominent landing strip, bringing newcomers from or carrying old citizens unto the farthest reaches of the known world.

Indeed. This was the norm for Ariens, located as it was at the very center of a bustling nexus of trade. People came and went as frequently as the tide, creating an ever-changing climate and culture that served to bring the diverse islands of the Outlands and Xera just a little bit closer to one another. And, in this respect too, it was a morning like any other. After all, today marked the day that the island's famed universities and academies would once more be opening their doors to their many applicants, drawing a crowd of young travelers from the world over. They came by boat and by airship, flooding the docks and the ports with new life as another year's worth of students arrived to take their chances, make their choices, and face whatever consequences might await them.

...Put that way, it almost sounds romantic. So mused one particular dark-haired individual, seated as she was by the window at the very back of the monorail that served as the island's primary public transit system. Pushing her spectacles back up her nose, she continued to stare at the small shapes passing back and forth on the roads beneath the elevated tracks, wondering who they were, what they were doing, and where they were headed. Peoplewatching was, after all, one of Nadine's favorite hobbies. So long as she didn't have to interact with them directly, people were interesting, rather than scary. Each life was like a story, and without knowing where it began or ended, she could fill in the blanks as she liked. She'd see someone reading a book by the window of a coffee shop who'd look up and strike up a conversation with someone else - a lover running late for a covert meeting, maybe? And there was a group of three kids, playing in a park. Maybe the two who looked so similar there were brothers? Ooh, and the girl was their childhood friend, who they secretly both liked, but couldn't bring themselves to confess to! But it would turn out that she actually liked one of them in return, except he'd grow up to become an airship pilot, and would vanish on a flight far away from home, leaving the remaining brother to both console her while also struggling to deal with his lingering feelings! Drama! Romance! It had everything!

...Of course, the reality of the situation obviously wouldn't be anywhere near that contrived. They'd probably hang out for a few years, then one of their families would move and they'd never see nor hear from each other again. Then, by the time they grew up, they'd have forgotten all about one another. She sighed, her mind turning back to its gloomy thoughts, unbidden. She'd been wrestling with this sort of anxiety and general malaise since she'd awoken late the previous night and set out by boat, leaving her home island of Agria far behind her. Nadine supposed that it was normal to be nervous, given her situation. For the first time in her life, she was living by herself, in an unfamiliar place, with responsibilities and obligations she'd have no choice but to meet head on, lest her dreams and plans all come to ruin. Such fears were, indeed, normal. Commonplace. That still didn't mean she had to tolerate thinking about them.

She longed for a distraction, wanting nothing more than to open the bag stowed on the rack above her head and pull out the first of the many books it contained that happened to fall into her grasp, and then read it cover to cover. Of course, this wasn't an exaggeration. If she started reading now, she'd probably finish some time in late evening with no clue where she was, having forgotten to get off at her stop due to her preoccupation. She sighed once more, trying to distract herself with her earlier games. Now that she thought about it, she wondered how she looked to everyone around her? If somebody happened to catch a glimpse of her on this fateful day, what sort of story would they see her living? An isolated girl, displaced from her homeland, struggling towards a seemingly impossible dream... Would her tale be a drama, telling of how she adjusted to her surroundings and came to grow to a better understanding of both her world and her place in it? Or maybe it could be a tragedy, detailing her struggles as she slowly, silently, crumbled under the strain of her new life... It might be a sadistic comedy where the audience would laugh at her failures, and she'd be kept in a constant limbo of almost achieving her goals only at the last second. Or maybe it would be a heartwarming fairy tale, a story of friendship and love, as some prince would come along and melt her heart of ice, and then all her problems would just miraculously solve themselves, and she would live happily ever after?

As if. She sighed again, jarred from her reverie as the monorail came to a slow stop, its doors opening and allowing the young traveler out onto the station platform. Gathering what few bags she'd carried with her herself - as most of her belongings had already been shipped to Ariens by her parents, and would be waiting in her new room for her - she turned to go, swiping her ticket and leaving a few small coins to pay for her ride as she emerged onto the surprisingly empty street. This was the northernmost part of Ariens, she supposed, where the population was much less dense. Skirting the edge of a silent neighborhood, Nadine glanced back and forth between the houses on her right, and the mist sweeping slowly up from the sea and over the sandy vista spread beneath the railing on her left. The sun shimmered brilliantly, seeming to dance between the swirling tufts of fog that darted and whirled over the water's surface. Silhouetted by the dawn, Nadine made her way down the road, unfolding her P.T. as she did so and consulting a map. It appeared that her destination was just a few blocks away, so she wouldn't have to carry her bags far. Given how heavy the books she'd brought with her as reading on the cruise over to Ariens were, however, this was little consolation. She gave a quiet groan, stopping as she folded her P.T. back up and slipped it back into her bag to rub her shoulder in a vain attempt to soothe it.

Her load wouldn't lighten itself, no matter how much she willed it, however, which meant there was naught to do but keep walking. A few minutes perseverance later, she found her journey at an end on the doorstep of a slightly run-down house on the boundary between the beachfront neighborhood and a large, thickly forested park of sorts that she could only assume was part of the campus of Twin Stars. Withdrawing a small key from her breast pocket, she slipped it into the lock, which opened with a faint click. Turning the knob of the door, she opened her new home, and entered. Glancing around, she breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't seem as though anyone else was around. At the very least, none of them were awake, if they were, since she didn't hear any movement inside. That made things easier. Unable to talk as she was, it probably would have been awkward to be greeted by one of her new housemates right off the bat. Without any such danger, moving in would be a lot less stressful.

Taking an immediate right, she headed upstairs towards the room she'd been assigned by request - an isolated study converted to a bedroom, separate from the hall in which the other dorms were placed. This way, she wouldn't bother anyone, and no one would bother her. Everything would be fine.

Opening the door, she found herself face to face with a room overflowing with boxes, from within which she could see peeking out the familiar covers of her favorite books.

It would take a little unpacking...

...But this is fine.

Nadine smiled to herself, and set to work.

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"Welcome to the main airport of Ariens, the air temperature is 30 Celsius degree, the air humidity is low. Thank you for chosen our airlines and have a nice day." The artificial female voice awoke Shane. Shane has travelled to Ariens from Midland for almost 8 hours. In the end his journey was finished. He was tired and sleepy, but he had to quickly leave the airship. He thought that he stuck to the seat because during so long period of time he had to stay in sitting position. His body was slightly numb but he found a bit of strength to stand up in the end.

The airport terminal was quite crowded, many young people were waiting for their luggage. They were mostly students who wanted to start study in Ariens' schools. It wasn't surprising because the new school year was already established. Shane joined to the end of a long queue. After fifteen minutes he stayed in... almost the same place. The queue was melting extremely slowly because the airport's staff were examining every suitcase very carefully. They were behaving like they were wanting to find something. It was a real nuisance for Shane, but in the end he could take his suitcases. Suddenly he noticed something strange. "I had two suitcases, where is the other?!" Shane asked the employee with a bit elevated tone in his voice. It was an embarrassing situation because nobody knew what happened with Shane's second luggage. In computerized world it should be impossible to do so unwise mistake, but the reality was different. After some minutes the employee declared that Shane's personal property was put into the other airship and it flew to the neighboring island. "Very funny, really. I'm in Ariens but my luggage in Bermuda. It's the worst airlines in my whole life." Annoyed Shane told to the employee. Actually, it was his first flight so he didn't have other experiences for comparing. But nobody knew about it.

The airport's staff promised to retrieve Shane's missing luggage and that they inform him about this fact sending an appropriate message to his portable computer. At least Ariens' computer network works perfectly, perhaps, so Shane could be slightly calmer. When he left the airport's terminal, he felt almost immediately the hot Ariens' air. This morning was sunny and without any clouds in the sky. There wasn't any traces of mist yet. Shane thought that it would be in good style and could help to break the ice if he bought a small gift for his future housemates. He decided to purchase a box of chocolate biscuits. He hoped that the others won't treat this as a form of a plain bribe. Honestly talking, he was going to use the gift as a little bribe, because the aim was quite important for him.

Shane currently didn't have plenty of luggage, because one suitcase was on an aeroplane journey to the other island. For that reason he decided to take a taxi from the airport to Mayfield House. He didn't want to struggle with a large suitcase in a train, so a taxi seemed far more comfortable to him. After a short journey Shane stood in front of an entrance to his new home. He remembered that he had reserved a room number four on the first floor. He noticed that the door isn't locked, perhaps someone was inside. Shane pressed a doorbell several times and entered to the house, holding a chocolate biscuits in one hand.

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Walking around in a new place tends to be very unnerving to most people. There's always this very heavy feeling of unease. A fish out of water so to speak. As such, Aquina felt that she had made the right choice, traveling to Ariens as part of a group package--even if the group wasn't exactly the most welcoming.

"If there's one thing to say about older folks-- She sighed for the nth time, resting her hands on the rather large messenger bag she brought as a carry-on. "--they're very judgemental. They berate us for being so half-assed and lazy yet they're the ones who see a red lady and assume she's a devil of some sorts." She could literally feel the burning glares and whispered gossips the old folks were spouting behind her back as the monorail inches its way to their destination.

"Sorry that you came?" A man, slightly younger than the other folks on the ride asked her. Well, younger as in he doesn't have gray hair and too many wrinkles. Otherwise he's still older than the red lady on his right.

"Well--not yet." Aquina laughed. She didn't really expect someone to strike a conversation with the "devil", so to speak. "These folks are coming over from the same place as I am so, it's not as if this is all new to me. They'll gossip about me until someone brings up the topic of breakfast followed by a brief comment about how awful the food here is. You can always count on the older folk being forgetful. My grandma even fails to remember my name when I'm at her house."

"Sounds rough. So, how did you end up in this car?" The man implored further. By now it was clear that even he's having difficulty killing some time.

"Why don't you venture a guess?" Aquina dared the guy with a grin.

"Ok. There you were, walking around the connecting station from--what place did you say you were from again?"

"Zest. That station would be Martensia, in case you were wondering."

"Right. So, you were taking a stroll around Martensia, possibly browsing through the kiosks looking for exotic clothes like the one you're wearing right now when all of a sudden, this hooded guy ran headfirst into you, causing both of you to fall down and drop your bags. Before you can scold him, the police come waltzing up the stairs and upon seeing the two of you, started running towards the man. Guy gets up, takes a bag on the floor and started running again. You were about to pick up yours but you realize that the guy picked up the wrong bag. Apparently the dogs smell the suspicious luggage on you and started to snarl and chase after you. You see this enthusiastic group of old vacationers crowding a train so you leap onto the platform, past the guards and hide out among the thrall of old and greying people. Unfortunately, they were all pushing and shoving that before you knew it, you now have a bag full of whatever inside a car full of old people who think you're a lunatic and is now having a conversation with a guy you just met three minutes ago."

Aquina let out a slight chuckle. "Hah! And now I'm on an elaborate quest to search for the recipient of this parcel who, conveniently turns out to be this man who struck a conversation with the red lady. Kind of makes for a great story, why don't you write it down?"

"Oh, I will. After I figure out if the suspicious red lady is willing to give me her name and number." He joked, causing Aquina to laugh.

"Maybe. I'll think about it~ Hmm..." Her eyes wandered towards the windowsill. "Actually, you're not too far off."

"Oh yeah? What's bringing you to Ariens then?" All jokes aside, the man asked. Rather than explain it word for word, Aquina merely dug out the Twin Stars pamphlet and showed it to the guy. "Studies huh? Come to think of it, semester's already starting soon, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I went along with these folks since the station offered a cheaper rate if we're to travel as a large group. Luckily, three geezers bailed and I was able to get the last spot for myself. They're actually quite nice you know? If only they step out of the 16th century mindset."

"Wow. Didn't know the "devil" had a backstory similar to around 30% of the people on this train."

"Well--yes. But, I suppose my own motives differ--if only for a little."

"Really? Mind if I pry?"

"Maybe some other time. The stop is approaching." Aquina smiled as the train drew to a full stop at the station in Ariens. After retrieving their additional luggage from the compartment, the two started to part ways. "Thanks, it was starting to get a little dull at the ride."

"Likewise. I'll think about that story. About the runaway girl with a suspicious parcel." The man nodded as he bade Aquina goodbye.

"By the way?"

"Yes?"

"Would you happen to know where Mayfield is?" Aquina asked.

"Take a cab and get off around the 10th avenue. From there you turn right and keep going until you reach the plaza. From there, you just need to find the path near the coastal road. Place is rather difficult to miss so you don't have to worry much. Shouldn't take you more than twenty minutes and a couple of bucks." The man instructed her before going on his way.

"Merits of talking to stranger huh..." Aquina grinned to herself as she went on her own way, hauling a bulging messenger bag and a modestly sized suitcase with her.

She arrived at the Mayfield House shortly past lunch. Upon entering the house, she saw another person standing inside. From the looks of his age, he looks too young to be from management. Plus, he has luggage. Probably a tenant, just as she was.

"Excuse me? Tenant no.2 has arrived!" Aquina greeted the quiet dwelling, waiting to see if anyone else was there, apart from the other guy.

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Nikolai stared at the ramshackle house, noting the peeling paint and faded shingles. The house was just old enough to be unfashionable and ugly, but it wasn't yet old enough to be quaint or antique. The doorβ€”discolored in patches, due to its ageβ€”was slightly ajar. His roommates had likely arrived before him.

"Well, this is shit," he said, matter-of-fact. With a sigh, he adjusted the duffel bag slung across his shoulder. Most of his items had been delivered to the house earlier. All Nikolai had with him were the essentials. He took a mental picture of the Mayfield House. Nikolai would probably sketch it later. Though... he might add some flames to spice it up. With some extra pzazz, the building would make an excellent rendition of hell.

(Alright, maybe he was being a little over-dramatic. But still, the house was as ugly as sin.) Nikolai, finished with his examination of the exterior, pushed the door open and entered. The interior disappointed him further. It was dusty, with stains on the floor and cobwebs in the corners, and it really needed a good cleaning. It damn well wouldn't be him who cleaned it, though. And for now, it'd do. After all, it was his fault that he ended up in this place.

Though the house may have been run-down, it certainly wasn't empty. Inside were two of his future roommates. One was a tall girl with striking red eyes and hair, both features which were highlighted by her matching red clothing. Judging by her two heavy pieces of luggage, she appeared to be a newcomer to Ariens. Nikolai looked her up and down. She was quite attractive, in a unique sort of way. At the very least, she'd fit right in with the drawing he planned to do of the Mayfield House.

"Why, hello," purred Nikolai. "It's a great pleasure to meet you. You are one of my roommates, da? I'm quite charmed. Where are you from?"

He turned his attention to the other person in the room. In the stranger's hand was a pack of chocolate biscuits. How niceβ€”it bordered on too nice, really. That didn't mean Nikolai wouldn't eat the offered food, though. The other man had average features, but he also had the unique combination of gray eyes and dark hair. The girl may be new to Ariens, but this guy was an outright foreigner. If Nikolai remembered his geography correctly (which of course he did, having a photographic memory), then his other roommate was from beyond the Great Sea.

"And are those biscuits for me?" His words were full of exaggerated pleasure and surprise. "I'm a bigger fan of strawberries, but I'll certainly say yes to chocolate." Nikolai winked at the other man. "How very, very kind of you."

He tossed his luggage at the foot of the couch and plopped down, glancing once at the dilapidated TV. As tempting as it was to start watching whatever shows the ancient device received, Nikolai decided that it'd be more fun to see what his roommates were made of. He hadn't yet decided what they'd be in his sketch. Would they be better as the tormented or the tormentors? (Nikolai certainly knew which one he was.)

With a gasp that was too drawn out to be sincere, he pressed one hand to his chest. "Forgive me for my rudeness. I haven't yet introduced myself! I am Nikolai Utkin. And may I know your names, as well?"

Nikolai's eyes flickered to the stairs. The thin layer of dust that covered most of the floor wasn't as uniform, there. Not to mention the unlocked entrance door. Perhaps someone else was inside. Or perhaps not. It could just as easily have been one of the two people standing in front of him.

"So," he said brightly, "was it one of you two that opened up our lovely new house?"

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How... bleak had life been the past year? When he thought about it, the world had no color anymore. Life was black and white. People did not glow like they used to. Had something been wrong with him? It was ever since he stopped actively talking to the two people he called friends did his perspective on life try to change. He could not bring himself to actually enjoy any waking moment. But still, even now it was better than it had been. Any attempts to interact with those two nowadays had been futile, and his heart ached painfully. But could he allow this to go on? What if it troubled other people? He would not want that.

A hero doesn't cause trouble, he ends it.

He wanted to say that he wasn't sure how he even ended up standing outside the house he was supposed to be living in for the near foreseeable future, but that would be false. He was perfectly aware of the boring plane ride to the island, followed by a public train to near the area, followed by walking the rest of the way. This was not the optimal way to get here, he was told. Rather, he could have simply called a taxi and been dropped off much closer. But he did not. He wanted a few moments to himself, because he still thought he was abandoning his friends for his own selfish desires. Even if he had earlier convinced himself that this was for their sake too, he knew that this was mostly for himself. What a selfish person he was.

As Rook neared the building, he noticed a few people loitering about the front of it. Were they to be tenants of the building, just like himself? He imagined so, for what other purpose would they be here? He quickened his pace and pasted a small smile on his face. People would worry about him if he looked so down, and he did not need to be pushing his own emotional issues on them. Rather, it would be much better if he simply smiled the pain away and acted how he always did. He liked it when other people were happy, so this was probably good for him too. It would be hard to make friends otherwise.

"Hello!" he called as they began to enter the house. One man seemed to be named Nikolai, as he introduced himself from inside the house. It was just loud enough that Rook could hear it as he approached the door, though Rook hadn't really caught his last name. He also was not sure what the man meant by 'opening our lovely house', but that's probably something he would have caught if he was a bit earlier. Anyway, Rook approached the group with his bag over his shoulder and the rest of anything he needed already being in the house.

"Hey, all! I am Rook Foster and I happen to also be staying here. I assume everybody here will be fellow tenants, so I hope you all the best." he quickly introduced himself, smiling as he usually did. He was at the door, so he could see everybody here. A blonde boy, another young man, and a girl with an odd hair color reminiscent of the sister who wants to kill him of the character who I stole his first name from a blaze. Perhaps that was a normal color somewhere, though? He couldn't be sure. It was his first time ever leaving the place where he was born. Not that it evoked anything but a slight interest in him, as he had more important matters like making a decent first impression on the people here.

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It had been a few hours, but Nadine had finally managed it. Looking around her, she couldn't help but feel a little bit triumphant. Granted, she'd vastly underestimated the amount of shelving space she'd need to store all of her many books, and had nearly caused one of the rather flimsy portable shelving units to tumble over onto her head when she'd been setting up, but still, at least she'd managed to find places for them all. Of course, part of finding places for them all had also entailed taking up so much space that there wasn't any room to lay out the portable quilted mattress she'd been planning on using as a floor bed... And space had only become a problem because she'd specifically requested the smallest dorm in the house... But she could always use her reading chair as a makeshift bed, anyhow! Right, it was best to think positive. After all, she had liked to nap in that chair back when she'd had it at home. It was comfortable enough to serve the purpose of a bed, too! And besides, this way, she had plenty of space to organize and store all of her favorite books! ...Speaking of which, had she ordered them properly? She'd sorted them first by topic, then by alphabet, when she'd been packing them to ship to the house in the first place. However, she couldn't be entirely certain that she might have unpacked in the wrong order... And now that she'd thought of it, she couldn't shake the possibility that she had. She spent the next twenty or so minutes painstakingly looking through every shelf, trying to ensure nothing was out of place. As it turned out, nothing was - she'd just been being paranoid. While this should have comforted her, it just made her feel stupid for wasting her time on such a baseless fear. ...Unless there WAS something out of place, and she'd just missed it?

...She dismissed this possibility as quickly as she could, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of her brain that told her to check everything over again. Trying to distract herself with something - anything, really - she then noticed something she hadn't really been paying attention to before. Namely, there were people talking downstairs. Had some of the other tenants arrived? It would appear so, at any rate. Considering that they'd probably be too busy moving in to be concerned with her, she supposed that this would be her best chance to see who they were without actually drawing their attention to herself. Reasoning thus, and unable to contain her curiosity - people watching was one of her favorite hobbies, after all - she decided she'd sneak a peek as unobtrusively as possible. So, opening the door of her room as quietly as possible, she slipped around the edge of the upper balcony, peering down from almost directly overhead to see a group of four people standing in the entryway. One by one, they moved over the threshhold, and into her view.

The first was a tall youth, with dark hair and a swarthy complexion. He didn't look Xeran, so perhaps he was from abroad? Curious, indeed. Sheltered as Nadine had been growing up in Agria, she had never actually met an Outlander. She wondered what kind of society he had lived in, and what interesting and strange customs they must have had. However, just as quickly, the next person behind him caught her eye. The second to enter was a girl with vibrant red hair, like the color of a cherry. Nadine quite frankly had no idea where she might have been from, as to her knowledge, that sort of color wasn't considered ordinary anywhere. Maybe she was some kind of ghost or apparition? She smiled at the ridiculous notion, already coming up with her own little "story" of each of the ones who entered.

The third to enter was much easier to place, by his voice alone. Smooth and low, the unique emphasis he placed on his words made it obvious that he was Fanish. He seemed quite at home already, introducing himself and striking up casual conversation in an instant. Given his blonde hair - one of the few things Nadine could make out, peering over the railing from above and behind them - and the distinctive green eyes which she could only assume he had, maybe he was one kind of ladykiller? Smooth, sauve, and confident - yes, that was the character she'd give to him, perfect for the leading man of some great adventure drama! And finally... And finally...

The last to enter, compared to the others, seemed impossible to place or identify. He was of average height, with his face concealed from view by his long, dark hair. He introduced himself in a simple and collected, yet friendly manner that made it difficult to guess what sort of person he was. For a few moments, Nadine tried to come up with a "story" for him, but couldn't really think of anything. There was just too little to go on.

She might have lingered longer, but, returning her attention to the Fanish boy, she noticed him turning towards the stairs. Wondering if he'd seen her while she was busy examining the last to enter, she decided that it would be best not to risk it, and slipped back into her room, shutting the door swiftly behind her with a quiet "click" as the lock slid into place. Breathing a sigh, she tossed herself down into her basket chair, the new centerpiece of her room, lying on her side at the bottom of a nest of pillows and blankets. Exhausted from both her trip and from unpacking after her arrival, she decided that it would be best to just rest for now. The Academy wouldn't be starting in earnest for another few days - unless one counted a few events to welcome new students, which she'd probably just skip anyway so as to avoid having to socialize. That meant she'd have plenty of time to grow accustomed to her new home, and, most importantly of all, observe the routines of the house's other tenants so that she could use things like the laundry room, the shower, and the kitchen without bothering the others. Once she could confidently settle into self-sufficiency, then she could focus her full attention on attaining her goals.

This wasn't going to be easy. But, at the very least, she hoped it would be livable.

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"No dice huh...?" Aquina sighed, having been met with silence upon yelling out within the house. In a way, it is quite disheartening to find nobody--save for the other tenant--around to at least conduct or orient them around the house. On another note, that may very well be a sign that they would be given free reign around the place. Which delighted the red lady's thoughts all the more.

"Why, hello--It's a great pleasure to meet you. You are one of my roommates, da? I'm quite charmed. Where are you from?"

Aquina pricked up upon hearing another voice from behind. Standing there was a young blonde man. "Another tenant, perhaps?" Aquina immediately concluded as any representative of the owner would've known her. She wasn't really surprised that he chose to approach her first, having seen that behavior many times back at Zest.

"Likewise. Not a roommate per se though. More of a neighbor really." Aquina replied promptly, reiterating that they were to stay in separate rooms. "I hail all the way from Zest, although the hair says otherwise." Aquina replied, flicking some stray strands of hair away from her face.

After her, the other guy immediately approached the earlier one for a biscuit. He appears to be rather energetic, although that could easily be a front. She realized that this boy hadn't introduced himself yet; a thought he immediately picked up on as he introduced himself to Aquina and the earlier guy. Apparently, his name was Nikolai Utkin, a native of Fane. Realizing that none of them have really introduced each other, Aquina deduced that now was a good a time as any.

"Aquina Rosenberg. I'm fine with just Aki though." Aquina replied promptly. "And no, the house was already open when I arrived." She turned to face the other boy in the room after answering Nikolai. "Was it you who unlocked the door Mr.--?" She asked, although she deliberately let her words hang as she didn't know his name.

"Hey, all! I am Rook Foster and I happen to also be staying here. I assume everybody here will be fellow tenants, so I hope you all the best."

Another boy arrives. Like Nikolai, he too seemed excited upon arrival, if only a little less playful than the latter. Seeing this tenant arrive, Aquina surveyed the surroundings. "So...will I be the only female within the bunch?" She wondered, her thoughts more curious than concerned. Besides, there were other matters she needs to sort out before anything else. She hadn't really unpacked yet, for one.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet everyone here. I'm going on ahead to unpack, if you guys don't mind~ We can get to know each other better at dinnertime anyway...Ciao~" Aquina excuses herself and disappears with a wave, walking up and disappearing in the corridor leading to the rooms.

Her room was on the far left side of the right wing. It wasn't too big nor was it too small. She could probably fit a couple of power tools inside. Still, as she barely had anything on her in the way of luggage, she'll have to find a way to maintain her own keep. Maybe she can upgrade the room later on.

All-in-all, it took her just around twenty minutes to get everything sorted properly. Clothes were in their respective cabinets, with the uniforms arranged neatly. Other items were placed on the side table while her dresser had a toolbox for working with steel instead of a makeup kit. "Not really surprising, given that I barely brought anything with me. It would've been hilarious if the train guy's tale turned out to be true though. Who knows? Maybe the shady business will be of more help financially." Aquina smiled to herself before leaving her room.

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Shane had been thinking for a moment before he answered. "Hello everyone. I'm Shane Collins from Midland. It's a land far behind the sea and... I will tell you about it later. Forgive me, but I'm tired after the long flight and I need to rest." Before he left his newly met tenants, he had reminded himself about his little gift - Nokolai's question was helpful. "I have a little gift for you," Shane said to his new friends, "I bought a box of chocolate biscuit, I hope it helps us to break the ice, bon appetit." Shane put the gift on a small wooden table near the old TV. He noticed that Nikolai winked at him. "Why are winking at me? Has something dropped into your eye?" Nokolai's behaviour was quite strange but Shane isn't going to care about it. "The biscuits aren't only for you Nikolai, they will be public goods. And don't worry, they weren't poisoned." Shane laughed a little.

Acquina asked Shane if he had been a person who had unlocked the door. He answered that the door was already open. During this talk someone entered the home and said that he is Rook Foster.

"Hmm... We have a lot of fresh blood here. Hi Rook, make yourself at home." Shane left his housemates and walked to his room, the room number 4 counting from the entrance. The room wasn't big, but it was enough for one person, at least he had a view of fresh green grass through the window. He could let his hair down in the end. He shut the door of his room and fell into the bed completely exhausted.

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Nikolai carefully watched for the others' reactions. He hadn't pushed very far, and the girl seemed fine with this behavior, though the other boy seemed a bit unimpressedβ€”perhaps even taken aback.

"Likewise. Not a roommate per se, though. More of a neighbor, really," said the red-head. Despite her hair color, she was apparently from Zest.

"Oh, silly me. Neighbors, not roommates." He rain his fingers through his hair and gave a short sigh. "A Freudian slip, perhaps?" he said slyly. Nikolai looked at the other two. He wouldn't mind being roommates with them, actually. They were both pretty people.

The girl introduced herself as Aquina Rosenberg, though she also offered a nickname to use instead. Rosenberg... the name sounded awfully familiar. Something to do with engineering? Ah, he'd look it up later. There were plenty of people named Rosenberg. It was likely a coincidence. Apparently, Aquina hadn't been the one to open up the house, and neither had the other boyβ€”who was a Midlander named Shane, according to his introduction.

"I have a little gift for you," said the Midlander. "I bought a box of chocolate biscuit, I hope it helps us to break the ice. Bon appetit." Shane set his gift on the table before looking at Nikolai with confusion. "Why are winking at me? Has something dropped into your eye?"

Nikolai laughed to himself. Shane was the oblivious type, then. Or perhaps naive. Well, Nikolai did like the accent. He was just about to say something that was a little more flirtatiousβ€”then another boy walked in. With dark hair and blue eyes, the boy was hard to place. He could have been from any one of the islands.

"Hey, all! I am Rook Foster and I happen to also be staying here. I assume everybody here will be fellow tenants, so I hope you all the best."

Oh, cheerful. And nice, too. After greeting Rook, both Aquina and Shane took their leave. Both of them had traveled today, and they were clearly tired.

Which left just Nikolai and Rook.

"Hi there, Rook." He gave the other boy a lazy smile. "I don't know if you heard, but I'm Nikolai Utkin. Where are you from? This your first year at the Academy, da?"

The newest kid was... interesting. (Well, they were all interesting, but Rook was the only one still in the room. Judging from his bags and the slightly rumpled appearance, Rook had likely traveled here as well.) Nikolai always found nice people interesting, and judging by his introductory statement, Rook was definitely nice.

But something else had caught Nikolai's interest, too. None of the two tenants before him had opened up the house. So, either the school was stupid enough to leave one of their dorms unlocked, or there was someone else. Nikolai hadn't bothered to see who he was sharing the dorm with before coming to Mayfield, but now he was curious.

"Odd question," said Nikolai, his smile becoming sharper, "but do you know how many people are staying Mayfield?"

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Aza sprinted down the street, barely managing to dodge a wall as he skidded around a corner. Dressed in a simple blue shirt underneath an unzipped white hoodie and dark jeans, with battered high tops that thankfully still had thick enough soles to help decrease the risks of slipping as he ran, Aza did not look like your average runner out for a jog. For one thing, he wasn't dressed like a jogger. For another, despite the forced calm on his face his eyes held a panicky look, and he bit his lip everytime his gaze flickered to his watch as if he were helding back a curse. And most telling of all, he was carrying a large luggage case which teetered dangerously whenever it rolled over a bump, which was pretty often.

It was pretty obvious that he was a student, or someone lodging somewhere. It was also pretty obvious that he was late.

Really, really really late. Shiiiii- there it is! A rare grin popped up on Aza's face as he spotted the familiar house, legs pumping even faster. Somehow, he made it to the gates without losing his grip on his luggage or falling to the ground. It was open, crap, that meant the other residents were already there. Not good. Not good at all.

Well, at least the shortcuts made the route to Mayfield quicker. Panting for breath, Aza made his way to the door. He grabbed the knob, fingers tightening on it...

and came to a halt, standing there like a statue as the apprehension and doubts that had been plaguing him since last night came back like a homing rocket.

What if Hawe needs me? What if my roommates were all dickheads? Things were different now. Everyone who had lived in the house last year had either been third years or where moved to a different house. Aza was the only one of the original occupants (from the year before anyway) to return to the house. Hawe had gone off to Substrahta to look for work and a house to sleep in now that the dorms were no longer available. The money would come in handy, yes (Aza tried not to think about how much things costed nowadays and whether his brother was using any of that money for himself) but...

But nothing. Everything changed. This was no different. Just because this was the first time he was spending time away from his brother in an area where few communications and talks could be had (thanks to working times and study taking up most of it) didn't mean that he should pause like an idiot outside the door. He was already here, wasn't he? And there was no way he was turning back. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Aza turned the knob and opened the door.

He stepped inside. Noted the two guys standing there, one with dark hair covering an eye and another with blonde hair and green eyes. Catching the last sentence, Aza decided to reply for them.

"Six, including me." He said from where he was at the door. He raised a hand in greeting, giving a short wave before his hands dropped back down, a neutral expression on his face. "Unless there were some last minute changes, there should be six," he repeated, subtly shooting a look around the place.

A feeling of relief passed through him as he saw that everything looked the same, if a little dusty. Looks like some things remained the same. Without further ado Aza dragged his luggage inside and walked past them to place his luggage further inside, in a corner out of the way. That done, Aza joined the two, staying standing up.

"Uh." He turned to the remaining two, slipping his hands awkwardly in his pockets. "Name's Aza Noll Merritt, but just call me Aza. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in traffic. I'm guessing you two are tenants instead of freeloaders," He said dryly, "But anyway, nice to see you. Have you guys finished the rooming arrangements, or am I still in time to add my vote?"

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Shane has been resting for about a half of an hour. He hadn't wanted to get up but when he turned his head and looked at his luggage, he changed his decision. "I have to unpack my suitcase as soon as possible. Probably the others did it already while I was sleeping. If I don't do it, they will say that I'm lazy or even worse - clumsy," Shane thought. He remembered that his second suitcase had been sent on an aeroplane trip to the other island and that he will have an opportunity to take back his missing luggage tomorrow the earliest. More luggage means more work, additionally the room was quite dusty, it needed cleaning.

Shane has stood up in the end and has begun unpacking his luggage. He hadn't taken too many items, he had some books connected whit his field of study, some casual clothes among which was a black T-Shirt with the logo of his favourite microarchitecture - Snapdragon, a pair of shoes, his own cup and some less important things. After about fifteen minutes everything was arranged in the room. He could start looking for a vacuum cleaner.

Shane left his room and locked the door. Nobody was in the corridor at the moment. The house was also quite quiet, perhaps too quiet. It was a good occasion to see the whole home. After a minute he found the most important place - the kitchen. It was enough big for four tenants, so he thought that they won't have problems preparing common dinner or lunch. Unfortunately they had one problem, the fridge was empty so someone will have to go shopping.

After that Shane walked the lounge area and saw that there was one unknown person. Rook disappeared somewhere but Nikolai was still talking about something. Shane didn't care about it, he went upstairs. On the second floor was a lot of free space. All doors were closed, so Shane decided to check every room, he hoped to find a vacuum cleaner firstly, before the others. The first door was surprisingly locked, "OK. I'll check it later." Behind the second door was a small bathroom. The last room looked like a laundry room, fortunately there was an old vacuum cleaner. "I hope that it won't explode when I turn on it."

When he was going back his room, holding a vacuum cleaner, he looked at the locked door. There was something strange. He even tried to look through the keyhole but the hole was blocked by a key. He knew that all dorm rooms are on the first floor, so this seemed for him slightly mysterious. The room was locked from the inside and probably nobody was inside. He couldn't left this question without an answer, he just had to check it.

Shane put the vacuum cleaner in his room and went towards the entrance of the home. He suddenly met Aquina walking through the corridor. "Oh, you scared me. What are you doing here?" Shane asked. "But it doesn't matter. I have some interesting news. I found on the second floor a secret room that is locked from the inside. Probably there is nobody," Shane said slightly excited. "Now I know why this house was so cheap, it's haunted."

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Barely three minutes have passed since Aquina departed from her room when she met with Shane at the corridor. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the vacuum cleaner he was carrying around. Somehow it struck her as odd since none of the boys, with the exception of her father, were particularly fond of cleaning in her family. "Different strokes for different folks I guess. Maybe I can ask him to do mine once he finishes?" She entertained the thought for a while but ultimately decided against it. Girls shouldn't leave their cleaning up to boys is what she has been taught. Besides, her room wasn't that dirty. Ten minutes of light sweeping and scrubbing should do the trick.

The boy's mention of a locked room on the second floor caught her interest. Upon his mention of it, she realized that she hasn't been fully acquainted with house yet. She did find it hilarious that he thought it was haunted. She didn't exactly peg Shane for the superstitious type. Otherwise he would've already steered clear of the "red devil". Then again, he may just be trying to make conversation in which case, Aquina felt it more appropriate to go along.

"Cheap houses usually have that quirk associated with them. There's usually a catch like being the site where a murder or a homicide took place. On some occasions, it may have been used for illicit activities like--well, you get it." She turned to look at Shane straight in the eye. "Think a dead body will spring out if we open it?" Aquina suggested, half-teasing.

"Although it's probably the condition of the place that decreased the rate in the first place. I've seen some abandoned houses back at home with a much more sound structure than this one. Hey, if you're good with homemaking, you can probably do something to fix the place up~" Aquina finishes with a smile.

There seemed to be a new development over the living room so Aquina suggested heading over there in the meantime. "Why don't we greet our new arrival first?"

Upon arriving in the lounge, Aquina saw that another person had arrived to join them. She could also see that, like the first three who arrived the same time she did, this person was another boy. That leaves her to share a house with four guys. Already, she felt completely out of place. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be decent people. Seemed to be.

"So I just realized--" Aquina immediately started, skipping all the pleasantries and awkward moments of standing there with nothing to say for five minutes. She'll have to take the conversation somewhere, lest she gets drowned out. "I don't know left and right around this place. Shane here mentioned something about a locked room on the second floor; it might be worth looking into." She paused for a little to observe if they were listening and carried on.

"I think we should explore the place; familiarize ourselves with its bells and whistles and whatnot. See if there are any spots to beware of, places with creaking beams, leaking ceilings, floor boards that sink if you step on it." She enumerates some of the common problems she expects to encounter. "Familiarize ourselves with where everything is. Depending on how many bathrooms they have here, we may have to work out a schedule." She realized that she sounded as if she was trying to take charge of things. "Hope you don't chew me out for this; it's just a suggestion." She thought before shifting the flow of the conversation.

"Of course, we can also take this opportunity to see if there are any dead bodies stuffed in the closets or walls somewhere. Or if there are bloodstains that haven't been cleaned. Any of you have a motion detector or a compass? It could help us locate cold and warm spots around the house." Aquina joked, recalling Shane's suspicions of the house being haunted. "Hey, maybe the previous occupants had formed some kind of syndicate and was involved in illegal operations. They may have left their lab untouched with some of the substance still lying around in a secret basement or attic somewhere. We could sell it off, make some money to fix this place up--what do you think?" She finally asked, waiting to see how the boys would respond.

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For the most part, it had seemed as though everybody had wanted to get situated in before doing anything else. He sorta had caught everybody's name but it was very likely that he would personally introduce himself to everybody separately at some point or another. For now, Rook, however, was simply glad he had made it here and was in no hurry to put what little stuff he had on him away. He was not the only one to stay behind, as the young Fanish man named Nikolai soon greeted him and struck up conversation with a smile. "Hi there, Rook. I don't know if you heard, but I'm Nikolai Utkin. Where are you from? This your first year at the Academy, da?"

"Ah, yes, I had caught that. It is a pleasure to meet you, and yes, this is my first year here." Rook away from the door and set his bag down right next to where he decided to stand. He had intentionally chose not to answer the question about his whereabouts, as he just had no desire to think about his home at the moment. Then again, he... kinda just decided to pursue enrollment over here because it was a ways away from his friends. What did he plan on doing here? "This is my first time staying away from my own home, too." he admitted, giving a light laugh. He was a bit nervous being in an unfamiliar place. "What about you, Nikolai? Are you familiar with this academy?"

Nikolai had given his answer, and then followed through with one of his own. "Odd question, but do you know how many people are staying Mayfield?"

Rook shook his head. "I'm afraid I do not." but, as fate would have it, somebody else had known the answer. That person, a boy with gray hair and a unique pair of eyes, entered the house while introducing himself as Aza Noll Merritt. He had, of course, dragged a sizable bit of luggage with him, so it seemed like he had not claimed a room just yet.

"Hello." Rook greeted. "I am Rook Foster. I'm sorry, but I think most of the rooms are taken by now. The rest seemed to have already or are on currently staking their claim in the rooms, but you said there were supposed to be six of us?" If that was the case, then it would appear as though one other person was still missing. Rook had hoped that nothing bad happened to them on the way here, like a delayed flight or an accident of some sort.

"So... then we're down one tenant, correct?" he looked to Nikolai to confirm, since it was also possible that Rook had simply not caught the person before.

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As usual, Nikolai had been right. Rook was a first year. And since the others were also new arrivals to the island, it seemed that Nikolai was the most experienced one here. Though Rook had answered his question about the Academy, Rook still hadn't said where he was from. Nikolai tilted his head, considering. The other guy seemed a little nervous. Well, he'd let it go. For now.

He smiled, laid-back and just a little sardonic. "This is my second year at the Academy. I'm familiar enough."

Unfortunately, Rook didn't know how many people were in Mayfield, but the newcomer did. With gleaming yellow eyes and gray hair, he was quite striking.

"Six, including me." The man waved before looking around, seemingly reassured by what he saw. "Unless there were some last minute changes, there should be six."

"Uh. Name's Aza Noll Merritt, but just call me Aza. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in traffic. I'm guessing you two are tenants instead of freeloaders," said the other tenant, with a hint of dryness that made Nikolai smirk. "But anyway, nice to see you. Have you guys finished the rooming arrangements, or am I still in time to add my vote?"

Aza seemed vaguely familiar. Nikolai wasn't sure where, but he knew he'd seen Aza before. As Rook introduced himself again, the Fane wracked his memory. Nikolai doubted that the yellow-eyed boy was a first year, so he likely knew Aza from the Academy. His fingers twitched for his sketchbook. Drawing Aza would jog his memory, but Nikolai had kept his supplies in his bag. (And he was too lazy to take them out now.)

"Mechanics?" said Nikolai abruptly. "Did you have a class with old Greenwin?" Though Nikolai studied arts, he sometimes took classes in the mechanic side, just for fun. He blinked. "Oh, sorry for being rude," Nikolai added hastily, not at all sorry. "I'm Nikolai Utkin. Nice to meet you."

Rook's question diverted his focus. "So... then we're down one tenant, correct?"

"Da, I've only seen five others." Nikolai frowned. With red-head, the Midlander, Rook, Nikolai, and Aza... his math was right. That was five. "But I find something strange about this. The door was open before Aquina nor Shane walked in, and they were the first two here. So, either the people renting this house out are stupid enough to leave the door unlocked... or there's someone else who did. Perhaps our mystery sixth tenant has already been here."

It was entirely plausible that the sixth member had dropped off his or her stuff before leaving. Or maybe the person was still here. Nikolai didn't really know.

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Alright, five including him. Rook, Nikolai, Aquina and Shane, whoever the latter two were. That left one.

So we have one missing... Yes! Rooms haven't been taken yet, my old room might be still open. Time to answer a few questions though.

"Yup, six." Aza answered Rook, then turned his attentions back to Nikolai. "Also no prob. Old Greenwin?" Aza frowned slightly, trying to recall who Nikolai was talking about. The name sounded familiar... Oh. "Wrinkly smiling white-haired old man who walks with a cane and taught Schematics? Yeah, been in a few classes of his." Aza raised an eyebrow at Nickolai, reassessing him now that he mentioned a past teacher. The blonde looked familiar... "Were you in his class too?"

Before that, however, Rook and Nikolai began to converse. Aza was about to join in (maybe mystery tenant was upstairs?) when a girl with red hair came down the stairs. Aza raised a hand in greeting as she talked, noting what she said with a distant look on his face, as if he were trying to recall a few things.

Who is she?

Well, her name was probably Aquina. Shane was a masculine name, and as she was definitely of the female gender that left only one choice. Still...

While people would normally just assume Aquina, Aza wasn't so quick to decide. What if her parents had decided for a masculine name for Redhead? His parents had called him Azalea, for freaking sake. Azalea! That was a goddamn flower! Other parents could've been just as stupid.

Better to just leave it for later. For now, 'Redhead' would work.

"A schedule's fine by me, although there should be enough bathrooms." Aza replied Redhead bluntly, raising an eyebrow. "But I don't think they left anything behind - if they did they'd come back for it, I guess. Thane used to run a homeless animal auction up in the laundry room and Marie had a chemistry set she used to do... interesting stuff with in her room, which Kyle helped to manufacture." He leant against the table, a thoughtful look forming on his face as he tried to remember. "I don't think they'll appreciate you selling their stuff. Yeah," Aza continued, shuddering as he thought of how they might react if they'd learnt if their possessions had been sold. Not a good idea. "Yeah, you definitely won't want to sell anything without their permission unless you want teargas underneath your pillow or dozens of cats sicced on you in the middle of the night."

We couldn't get the smell of cat wee out of Fitz's room for a month. And Aza could still remember the grin Marie had on when he had accidentally ate her pudding and woken up to a cloud of teargas a few nights later. Aza's eyes hadn't stopped tearing up until sunrise. Bloody hours!

Aza had checked the nametags on the fridge almost religiously for months after that. But the point was this - you did not want the older members of Mayfield house on your bad side.

"Uh." Shaking himself back to reality, Aza took a deep breath and continued. "Third, fifth and eighth stair creaks when stepped on, The kitchen window needs a knock on the frame before it can open, floorboard on the right in the washing room kind of goes whump when you step on it." Aza piped up, counting it off his fingers. "The kitchen beams occasionally go creaking at night or when someone kicks too much, and I think the walls above are thin enough that you can hear someone singing in the bathroom next room over. There's also the roof - sometimes the shingles wriggle and clank at night. There used to be a leak in the room below the bathroom whenever someone tried to use it, but I think we fixed the problem." He stroke his chin thoughtfully, casting his memory back to last year. "The kitchen windows need to be open if you want to cook something so that the smoke doesn't get trapped, third window in the living room won't close properly and the window a couple distance away from that needs a bang on the doorframe to open it properly, but I think that's about it."

Aza shrugged at them after the overload of information. "I was a tenant last year," he explained, scratching the back of his neck. "Most everyone moved out, so I'm the only remaining tenant left, though. We fixed most of the problems last year, but some problems might've reappeared and I might've remembered things wrongly. Those are the spots to check well though. Also," He continued, swivelling around to look at Redhead with a raised eyebrow.

"Who're you?" Aza asked bluntly. "My name's Aza Merritt. I know Rook and Nikolai, but I don't know whether you go by Aquina or Shane. I'm kind of assuming Aquina because Shane's a masculine name, but I thought'd I'd ask first. Unless you're the mystery tenant?" He asked her, tilting his head slightly to the side quizzically.

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Shane has thought that the others have started treating him like a ghost. He has walked the living room together with Aquina. He hasn't been saying anything for a quite long time. He listened what everyone had wanted to say and after that he decided to remind abut his existence.

"ЗдравствуйтС Aza [Hello Aza]," Shane told Aza who was looking as if he had noticed Shane the first time in his life. If Shane had had a vacuum cleaner in his hands, he would have throw it directly into Aza because Aza was claiming that Shane could be Aquina, or something other similar. Fortunately, he didn't have anything heavy in the range of his arms. "Are you blind? Aren't you able to distinguish a woman from a man?" Shane thought. But he calmed down and said, "My name is Shane and this is Aquina. You told us that you are Aza Merritt. Hmm... Is 'Aza' really a name?" Shane pull out his mobile phone, he wanted to check something. Lists of students are publicly available as in every average school, he opened a web page of a profile of Mechanics and started looking for something similar. "There you are! You must be Azalea Noll Merritt because there is nobody with such surname like your." Shane turned off his mobile phone and put it into his pocket.

"You are Azalea so..." Shane have started laughing "...you have a name like a flower. Would you mind considering changing it into something more masculine?" Shane became a little more serious. "But don't offend buddy, I have some propositions. You could be... Ahmed. No? Right, you need something better. Maybe... hmm... Δ°skender?" Shane reminded himself about one funny thing. He had an azalea in his garden but the flower was dug up by his dog a week ago. He wanted to say also about it but he didn't do that. It could be one word too many.


After that Shane turned his attention to Aquina. "You don't believe that this house could be haunted. Hmm... . Look at him," Shane pointed at Aza, "he was living here a year ago and he went gray at young age for fear." Of course that wasn't serious, Shane was joking. After a short pause he continued talking. "I agree with you that we should familiarize ourselves with the house. The list of damages dictated by Aza is quite long," Shane sighed deeply, "but I hope the most were fixed before our arrival. However, if we find something useful like, for example, a laboratory for production of...," Shane grinned, "...prescription drugs, we can always create a syndicate. I mean opening our own home business of course. Aza is experienced, so he could distribute our products in university, theoretically. Just think Aquina, we could help so many people." Aza started coughing when he heard this, so Shane gave him a slap on the back. Shane was very eager to see the reaction of Aquina. "Aquina, try to imagine that we could create an international company called 'Mafia Inc.' and you could be our Godmother in the future."

Shane was still curious what is in the locked room, he knows now that Aza was living here previously, so he decided to ask him. "Aza, do you know what is inside the room on the second floor near the stairs? There is a locked door and probably none of us has a key."

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"Bringing up the topic of possible house problems seems to have paid off..." Aquina smiled to herself, listening to Aza go on enumerating the common problems they may encounter. May encounter. Of course, it was entirely possible that the house had undergone a fix. It is the start of a new term after all, and these places need to attract blood. She also found Aza's mention of the previous tenants interesting though whether it was meant as a jest or something to be taken seriously, Aquina had no way to confirm save for asking him directly.

"Wouldn't mind the cats actually. Could do without any further eye irritation though." Aquina was in the middle of listening in on the conversation when Aza suddenly ask for her name. Or to be more specific, he asked whether she was Shane or Aquina. Before she could reply though, Shane spoke up.

Apart from clarifying who was Shane and who was Aquina, Shane had some light jabs at Aza, the old timer. Most were directed towards his appearance and his status as an old-timer. It was probably all meant as friendly jests and light humor. "Rarely do I get to meet two people who can go along with my stories...This is building up to be an interesting term and the day hasn't even ended yet." Aquina thought, smiling.

Shane joked about running their own laboratory and company, with Aza being their runner and her being a Godmother of sorts. "Hmmm... I don't know. Haven't really been in loop with business management for awhile. I'm just more into sightseeing now." She glanced at Aza for a split second before turning back to Shane. "Although if anybody's got any stuff they want to peddle, I may be able to lend a hand. It's what I do after all." She offered, intentionally letting slip her chosen profession in the process.

"Aza, do you know what is inside the room on the second floor near the stairs? There is a locked door and probably none of us have a key."

Ah yes, the locked room. It was the reason why they were talking about ghosts and syndicates in the first place. It was Nikolai who brought up the mention of a sixth tenant, which of course, is the most probable reason. All jokes aside, Aquina echoes the question directed at Aza, imploring with all seriousness this time. "From what I read in the brochure, the rooms Mayfield rents out to tenants are all on the first floor. And you normally don't lock up any utility rooms the day before you expect your boarders to arrive. The house was open before any of us could even arrive. Aza, is it possible that one of the spaces upstairs was renovated into an additional room, expecting the number of occupants to increase?" Before she could be graced with a reply though, Aquina headed towards the foot of the stairs.

"Why don't we try a good o'l fashioned knock on the door? Let's see how this mystery tenant is like?"

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Aza bristled a bit at Shane's jabs, but reigned himself in. There was no point picking a fight, was there? Although Shane was obviously looking for one. Calm down, self. Clearly he's a cocky idiot who wants his face to be driven in a turd.

"Aza means 'strong' in hebrew. It's a real name with many different variations depending on language, dumbass. And like I said, I was checking to see what she goes by and if she was the mystery tenant. If you hear someone called Max, you obviously wouldn't have expected a girl now would you? And yet there are girls called Max and Alex and guys called Rowan and Taylor and who knows what else." Aza rolled his eyes at Shane, as if he was berating Shane for being an idiot. "There's no point assuming that just because its a feminine name that the person is obviously a female, and vice versa. It's a disservice to them."

And obviously he knew the difference between male and female - there were physical differences that made it hard not to. Girls had boobs, for one. Larger hips and longer legs, for another. Aza considered retaliating by saying that although he could tell a girl was a girl he'd had second doubts about Shane because he was... lacking down there, but eh. That'd be a bit below the belt.

And he wasn't looking to start a fight. If he did that, then everything would start becoming below the belt and that would... not be a good thing. Aza wasn't sure if the fridge had enough ice cubes for that situation.

When Shane made fun of his hair, Aza responded with an annoyed look. "Much like how you'd run screaming from a ghost if one appears?"[/grey] he asked archly, crossing his arms. [grey]"Don't bother, you blend in so well with the background that it won't even notice you're there. And my hair is genetic." He said irritably, resisting the urge to turn it into a comment questioning Shane's IQ.

Bro, I kind of miss you now. With you here I wouldn't have to deal with annoying first years.

That sentiment cemented itself further when Shane smacked him on the back. Aza scowled and elbowed him in the stomach, leaving him doubled over with a wheeze, but Shane still continued to talk anyway.

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"Aza, do you know what is inside the room on the second floor near the stairs? There is a locked door and probably none of us have a key." Shane asked.

"From what I read in the brochure, the rooms Mayfield rents out to tenants are all on the first floor. And you normally don't lock up any utility rooms the day before you expect your boarders to arrive. The house was open before any of us could even arrive. Aza, is it possible that one of the spaces upstairs was renovated into an additional room, expecting the number of occupants to increase? Why don't we try a good o'l fashioned knock on the door? Let's see how this mystery tenant is like?" Aquina asked.

Hmm. Aza shrugged. "Sure, why not?" he answered, slipping his hands into his pockets. "It used to be a study room, but it could've been renovated to let the house fit six people. If someone's in there they'd open the door, and if its not, well." He grinned for the first time he had entered the house, although it was just a faint curve of the lips. "We can try breaking down the door or picking the lock."

Preferably with Shane's head as a battering ram. Walking to join Aquina at the stairs, Aza paused a few steps behind her and looked over his shoulder at the others, raising a questioning eyebrow. "You guys coming?"

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