[u][b]The Present Day, August 2016:[/b][/u] --- [i]"Now! Today's Weather!" "The report seems to indicate that today we will, in fact, have fog! More fog the more west you are on our little island paradise, with amounts in the east so thin, you'll swear there isn't even any fog!" "But there is ALWAYS fog, my fellow Puerto Librens. Do NOT believe anyone who says there is no fog-- if you do find an unfortunate soul who believes they've found a place without our lovely fog, please, do them, yourself, and our community a favor and report them to Sheriff Rodriguez or one of his many, many lovely Deputies-- IMMEDIATELY." "Well, then. In other news-- The News!" "Speaking of Sheriff Rodriguez and his many unnamed Deputies, we have a new police report, apparently after three weeks of no communication, the Puerto Libren police and Sheriff Rodriguez feel safe in declaring another person missing, this is, of course, the most recent in a string of disappearances occurring the last few months." "The Deputy Detectives have released a public statement in regards to this, saying that they do believe the disappearances are related, and are being orchestrated by a singular party. Good job boys!" "If you were wondering how you could help... Well... As with ALL missing persons, the Puerto Libren Police seem adamant on not releasing any information regarding the victims, and no families have come forward... Sooo... Just keep an eye out for someone who looks missing? All we've received are initials, the most recent being 'M. M.'" "If you have a first and last that start with the letter 'M' you should head over to the Puerto Libre Police Department-- you might be missing!" "Moving on to something lighter... have some music to go with that morning coffee."[/i] [hider=🎵][youtube]i7d0Lm_31BE[/youtube][/hider] --- Mary Beaulieu mumbled to herself as she walked back and forth, the fresh morning light only now pouring into the lobby of Catalina Academy. Saying she was the first one up would be giving her far too much credit. She hadn't slept a wink. If you knew Mary this wasn't that surprising, she did this every year, every new batch of students, it was almost like she enjoyed getting hopped up on the shitty coffee of the lobby and pacing around. [i]"Merde... Merde... Merde..."[/i] A young man, early 20's emerged from a boor behind the large oaken front desk that sat across from the entrance of the academy, Mary skirted past his vision as he yawned, the concierge uniform he wore still only partially buttoned up. He simply leaned against the desk with sleep in his eyes and traced her motions with his head, stifling another yawn. "Won't make 'em get here any faster, y'know." A Spanish accent bleeding though, he lazily rested his head on his arm. Only turning slightly to watch her backside as she she rushed past him again, her heels clacking hard against the marble floor only to be silenced by the carpet of the lounges. [i]"Oui!"[/i] Her answer was calculated and concise, with no hesitation in her voice. Despite this, her hand was shaking holding onto what must have been her 8th cup of black coffee. The Concierge, meanwhile, lazily fitted the blue cap over his bedhead. "Okay... And you're just gonna... keep on goin'?" [i]"Oui!"[/i] He answered immediately with a yawn, "Right then..." He gave in to his desire and let his head collapse onto his folded arms, "More sleep for me then, wake me when the exchange kids get here..." [i]"...Merde... Merde... Merde..."[/i] --- [i]Max. Jenny. Emma. Dana. Lawrence.[/i] Che looked at each person sitting on the bench across from him, he didn't consider himself the best counselor in the world, not by far. But he prided himself on his ability to face names with faces almost instantly. It was why he usually got assigned to help acclimate the exchange kids to island life, after doing it for a few years, he had gotten petty good at it, and, taking advantage that the ferry hadn't left dock yet, he cleared his throat and began his time tested 'opening speech.' "Alright, so, early, I know, just deal with this and Mary's briefing and you'll be free to do whatever until Tuesday." He cleared his throat again before continuing, "So, as you already know, I'm Che Santiago, call me Mr. Santiago, Cherry if you're feeling casual, or preferably, just Che, no relation to Che Guevara," he did his scripted fake laugh at the old joke, "I'm your uhh..." He quickly air-quoted, "'Counselor' for the year. Really that means, anything not directly related to school work, you come to me about it. I like to think I'm pretty good at my job, I'll try to help you out. I'll also be helping you with tangential learning outside of school and all that jazz," He feigned thought. He did this every time, to him it kept things light and casual, "Yeah, that's about it unless you have any questions, otherwise you can go back to sleep, or talk amongst yourselves or whatever, these ferrys leave every 15 minutes and take about that long to get across the straight." Che looked at the group of young adults with a mild interest, half-asleep himself, "How was the flight?"