Opening Day [OPEN]

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WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: Mingle/Figure out Room Assignments/Meet old friends again
WHERE: The whole campus.
WHEN: September 1st, 2018
WARNING(S): None. If anything goes into warning territory, please create a new log for it.




For all of the newcomers, welcome to Professor Xavier’s Institute of Higher Learning! For all of our returning students and staff, welcome back! Once Professor Xavier’s welcome speech wraps up, it’s time for everyone to get themselves situated in their dorms and, more importantly, get to know your fellow mutants! Even if you’re not sharing rooms, you’ll still be sharing the same campus with each other, so don’t be afraid to get used to all of those new faces! Or even catch up on old ones! You have options; don’t be afraid to use them.

[[ ooc: This is the general mingling post for all of our characters to get settled into their rooms, get to know each other, reminisce with old friends, all that jazz. The log will be split into multiple locations. ]]

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FOYER/LOBBY

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Re: FOYER/LOBBY

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric had done most of his moving in the day prior, and taken a look around the grounds. So, now that it was the general moving-in day for new students, while he was hardly an expert, he's at least gotten a sense of the place, and he put that to good work, strolling about in search of anyone seeming to be lost or otherwise troubled amid the chaos of settling in. It's the noble thing to do.

[frigokinetic]

Well this is a lobby. If Alric is paying attention, he may notice a young woman sitting by herself in the corner, just watching students pass. With all of their varying looks, styles and powers, it's all a bit much for the queen who spent most of her life locked in castles, so she's taking things one step at a time.

First, she plans to sit among the people of Xavier Institute until she can get her nerves in order, then maybe she'll approach someone... maybe. Or perhaps she will leave that for tomorrow. Best not to get ahead of herself. Either way, the plan was foolproof (she hoped); all it depended on was no one doing anything peculiar like, say, recognizing her...

[knighterrantofthedragon]

...despite her cunning plan, there is one small but significant flaw: it involves being the only person sitting around looking pensive and stressed out while everyone else is filing past and trying to get somewhere. Once it's clear she's not just waiting for someone, or catching her breath, Alric steps forward to approach from the side, and coughs lightly into his hand to make her away of his presence if she's as wrapped up in her thoughts as she seemed from across the room.

Ahem.

"Pardon the interruption, Miss, but, ah.. you seemed... troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?"

He speaks in a soft tone to avoid drawing others' attention to them, and smiles amiably and reassuringly... but also tilts his head slightly, contemplative. She certainly is familiar, somehow. Perhaps they'd met at some point, or perhaps he knew her in some other context...?

OTA

[koukai_kirai]

It has been brought to his attention that, in order to have a club continue to function, encouraging potential new members to join (as opposed to, for example, treating them with something between indifference and passive-aggressive attempts to get rid of half of them) is not only desirable, but necessary.

And so, it is with great reluctance that he is out in the lobby, carrying a poster and a stack of business cards, both printed with the same information:

Xavier Institute Kendo Club
Meets Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday

Interested parties may contact: hatamoto@xavier.edu.

He sets the cards down, then pauses, frowning and looking around for a good place for the poster. One that will attract students, but ideally... not too many of them. Or noisy ones.

[scorchedchivalry]

Arturia had been lurking in the shadows of the lobby, staying mostly out of sight and watching the waves of students arrive. She was tallying the number of students she recognized from previous years wondering if and when one of them would rudely point out the change in her appearance. After all, she was past the age where physical mutations appeared. A few years ago she might have gotten away with it, but not now. Not when she was a senior and an adult by law.

Her gaze was drawn by Hijikata and his poster. It was less the poster itself and more the way he was looking around as if there wasn't an obvious place to put it. The wall was quite large.

Moving over toward him, she helped herself to one of the cards. She then shifted her eyes to the older man.

"I believe any of the open space on that wall over there will suffice," she said, pointing to the LARGE WALL.

[koukai_kirai]

He recognized her from around the school, and certainly took note of the change to her appearance. He was also quite sure that it wasn't his damn business unless it caused problems -- it just went into his mental file of information, in case problems did arise and it became necessary to investigate further.

Following her gesture with his eyes, he looked at the wall. It was, indeed, both large and open.

And right where goddamn everyone would see it. And then he'd have obnoxious freshmen left and right, making lightsaber noises and acting all cocky and driving him to wonder, deep in his heart of hearts, exactly where the line was between combat training and child abuse.

"...It'll be too much of an eyesore over there. Looking for somewhere where it won't be too distracting."

Because that makes sense for a recruitment poster.

[frigokinetic]

...It's the guy from the library.

Elsa does not actually approach him out of interest in kendo. (Although learning it might not hurt, if she's able to keep her ice power under control.) Instead, she merely gravitates toward a familiar face in the ocean of strangers.

"Good morning," she says. A second too late, she realizes that she never actually got the man's name, and casually scans a business card in search of the information. The only thing on it is an email: 'Hatamoto'. That... sort of helps, but not really. Elsa's not sure how this school treats email formatting; his name could be H. Atamoto, or O. Hatamot.

Elsa tries to crush any outward signs of the knot forming in her stomach. She can't address him by name, because she doesn't know it, and assuming one or the other would make her look like an absolute fool. Will he introduce himself? Goodness, she hopes so...

[koukai_kirai]

Thankfully for Elsa's anxiety, it does cross Hijikata's mind that he never got around to properly introducing himself the other day. He turns and nods to her, just long enough to be respectful, lowering the poster for the moment.

"Good morning." A brief pause, and then, seeing that she doesn't seem like she's got something in particular to ask:

"I didn't introduce myself last time, did I? Toshizou Hijikata."

[kamiizumi]

When he finally finds a place to put it, there's at least one student standing close enough to get a good look as he hangs it up - and before he's had time to make a retreat.

And so Leonardo reaches over to snag one of those business cards (with a green, three-fingered hand) before glancing over it, making sure the answer to his question isn't already there (because he's not much into being horribly redundant), and finally asking: "What range of skill levels are you expecting?"

[koukai_kirai]

He glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of the voice-- there didn't seem to be anyone else he would be addressing, at that particular moment.

"I've had everything from complete beginners to well-trained prodigies. Odds are you fit into the range somewhere."

Re: OTA

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Alric, in between bouts of milling about the lobby, and trying to help whoever seems to need it, strolls over to inspect this poster, and smiles politely with a glance at Hijikata.

"Ah... I wasn't aware there was fencing of any variety available, here--although, I confess, I had rather hoped. I'm, ah.. a new student. Alric, Alric Caelegart."

[koukai_kirai]

"I'd suggest taking it up with Wagner if you're set on Western sport fencing, but he may be busy." He was the head of social sciences now-- his own supervisor -- so Hijikata was sure that he had less free time on his hands than he had when he was simply teaching theatre.

"What I teach is more... applied. More pragmatic. That said, if you care to try, you'll find me forgiving about style if your style is effective."

And utterly merciless about pointing out if it wasn't.

OTA

[jolie_aile]

The logical thing to do when it was both very humid and rather hot outside was to stay right where she was indoors where there were air conditioning units and dimmer switches. The bright sun was already giving Flandre a bit of a headache and she had just gotten here, though she had been moving all of her things about a few hours beforehand.

Now, though, she had finished! And had proceeded to flop onto the nearest couch, sitting up and otherwise perfectly composed but with a tangle of prismatic whatsits that were her wings draped all over the cushions and over the arm taking up space beyond it. So pretty much everywhere on this half of it.

Hopefully the couch was empty.

[stardustreverie]

Oh the couch was empty but that doesn't stop someone from sneaking up behind the couch and poking the back of Flandre's head with a slight chuckle afterwards. Someone didn't want to be seen until it was too late.

"Welcome back! Good ta see ya!"

[jolie_aile]

Flandre made...half of a sneezing noise in response! And her wings bristled up partway before remembering that she heard words that were connected to a voice and she knew that voice.

"Marisa!"

And now she actually turns around to look.

"Is this where you've gotten off to, then." She's smiling, though, so it didn't seem to be a serious offense.

[aile_noire]

The other logical thing to do was to expect one's shadow to turn up within the hour. Remilia leans over the back of the couch, resting her weight on crossed arms atop the furniture. There's a folded sun parasol in one of her hands.

"If luggage fatigued you, I fear for your future on a team." In French, of course. Remilia wasn't very fond of using English when she didn't have to.

[jolie_aile]

Flandre's eyes opened after just a little pause (she had started to doze). At least with how her sister was leaning on the couch she didn't have to tilt her head in too ungainly of a gesture.

"The sun was bothering me, Remi."

Open

[drawitagain]

[Haruka is nestled into one of the couches--well, as nestled as someone who's over six feet tall can be. Haruka has a sketch pad in his lap, scribbling away with a big goofy smile on his face. He looks like he's having a great time with whatever he's drawing, often looking up and around at his surroundings before digging back into his sketch. There are two constants in this scene, the sound of his pencil gently scratching against the paper, and the sound of his stomach rumblings. He'd definitely have to go find where he could grab a snack after this...

Feel free to approach the boy as he doodles away, or get annoyed at the fact that he very well might be drawing you without your permission because that's probably weird.]

[tatatarata]

[Takane normally wouldn't just start talking to someone here, but she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his sketchbook and--]

--Is that me? Why are you drawing me?

[drawitagain]

Ah, hello! [He greets her with a great big radiant smile. Oh, are you mad at him? It kinda goes over his head.]

You're just part of the scenery right now, so I kinda had to include you! [He flips the sketchbook towards her, proudly showing off his drawing. It's a very accurate, albeit messy, sketch of the scene opposite of the couch, including Takane and any other students standing around in the foyer.]

It's my first day here, and I wanted to commemorate it with a drawing. [His smile turns a tad sheepish as he presses the eraser of his pencil into his cheek.]

I don't mind erasing you if you don't like being in the picture! Though I do think it's looking nice as is...[Your hairstyle just translates so well to a drawing.]

[batteredbatter]

[HUGE! That guy's huge! Being everything opposite of that, barely 4'9" himself, Koshi's pretty impressed and maybe a little jealous. That's swept away by curiosity though at what he's drawing. Cue Koshi peering over Haruka's shoulder since he's lying on the couch - probably the only way the kid will ever get to look over it.]

Hey, whatcha drawing?

FOYER/LOBBY

[tofudog]

After spending his entire life with barely any in-person contact outside of a small group, you might assume the onslaught of students and staff would be exhausting to Beast Boy. You'd be wrong! The green teenager finds himself a good seat in the lobby to watch everyone go by, waving and grinning at anyone whose gaze lingers on him for more than a moment.

As he gets bored of just watching, he starts trying to draw reactions out of anyone who makes eye contact. He has great success with wiggling his oversized pointy ears, crossing his eyes, and sucking in his cheeks, but some people are lucky enough to see him stick his tongue up his nose and roll his eyes up. The rare person gets to see him transform into a some extremely ugly animals as slowly as his power will let him, so the viewer can see all the gross in-betweens. Ever seen a half-man-half-octopus? He snaps back to his normal shape as soon as gets the reaction he's after. If he doesn't get what he wants, he'll keep trying for as long as he has an audience.

Look, if you didn't want a show, you shouldn't have been looking!

[tatatarata]

Well, she certainly expected to see weird shit shit around here, but Takane definitely wasn't prepared for this kid going out of his way to do weird shit.

"What are you doing that for?"

[friendofdorothy]

Green. Green! Liir's heart jumps when he sees the boy. And he can transform in the same way. Well, no. Better than Liir can. Being second (or much more) best is nothing new to him, but meeting someone as green as his late mother is.

So he follows the boy, trying to deduce any information from what he can eavesdrop on. Because just going up and asking him would be too much like what a normal, well adjusted person would do.

His ears become catlike, helping him hear a little better. Still, he's not exactly a silent guerilla. He was a grunt in the Ozian army, not a super soldier.