You cannot learn...? [First Day of School]

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1)

[Volya sighs as he shuffles towards the school anxiously. Tugging at the strap of his bag he glanced around at the pairs and groups that were drifting into the building, chattering away in Japanese so fast he could barely understand. As he looks up to take in the building as a whole he only has one thing to say.]

This is going to suck...

2)

Aaaargh...

[And suck it did, Volya had a LOT to deal with.... for one thing all the writing was in Kanji... which was like alien space writing to him since he never learned it. Then there was the Lunch break rush.... good lord, that was horrible. If it were any worse he'd be suffering PTSD from the havoc of it all..... at the very least he got something to eat, nevermind people just kept looking at him in shock due to the infamy of the food he managed to get his hands on (that or the large amount of it he nabbed).]

[Either way he was sprawled at his desk, head laying on his arm as he grumbled in his mother tongue to himself, thankful that it was still break time. Occasionally he'd glance out of his little 'isolation zone' to his classmates. Some were giving him looks of suspicion or annoyance, things he's used to. Others though... they were looking at him weird, including a lot of the girls in his class. It never occured to him that he was more or less a mysterious transfer student, and that kind of thing usually draws a hell of a lot of attention here.]

3)

[Volya slowly dragged himself to whatever passed for a lounge at Sakihama base, crashing on a sofa with a grumble.]

Join a club... which club? Practically every single one was trying to drag me in. Why do I even have to?

[And it was true really, as the day ended members of several of the clubs present in the school were hoping to get the Mysterious Newbie to join them, hoping he was some kind of miracle person. Then they found out about each other and argued. A lot. In the end Volya snuck off with far too many choices and an application form he'd rather give to Interitus to play with.]

This is so so stupid...

In the Forests Of The Night (frontdated to the day before Fearful Symmetry)

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[1]

[As luck would have it, finding the reclusive Dolores Norman turns out to be a far more mundane task than some might have thought.  No surprise ambushes, no sign of any battles the previous search team wound up in... the rainforest seems completely undisturbed.  And after several hours of searching, the Sun is setting but an unmistakeable sight of civilization is found: a large canopy tree-house spread across several trees.  With that in mind, the transport shuttle lands as close as possible it can from it... though there's still going to be some hiking required from everyone involved.  But when you finally reach the foot of one of the trees, there's a little old lady standing there with a tray of cookies and looking very out-of-place there in the jungle.]



Oh well hello there.  I was wondering when you would finally find me.  If you would like some lemonade or tea, you'll have to wait.  They're up in the kitchen.

[Everyone: meet Dolores Norman.]

[2]

[Climbing up into the treehouse, Dolores's handiwork is everywhere.  She's an artist by trade, and countless portraits strewn about her home, depicting... bizarre things.  Distorted figures.  A completely blank canvas with random places warped from exposure to water.  Fractal hands where each finger only goes on to become a smaller hand.  There are countless pictures of men and women with a third eye on their forehead, each one weeping blood.  But most frequent are images of cranial invasion and escape.  Things of any shape, color, or size crawling into or out of orifices in the heads of people.  In some pictures, the people are in the throes of agony... in others they seem to not notice or even happy at their predicament.  Others still have a mish-mash of the two reactions.

[Dolores Norman seems even more out of place surrounded by the macabre art, but she just continues to play welcoming host for you all.]

Now then... are you here to browse?  I'll have you know I'm not used to potential buyers making house calls.