Ciell was not present for the greeting ceremony, nor was she present for the divvying of rooms and roommates until the process had been completed. This was not due in any part to laziness or forgetfulness, the simple matter was that she'd already been briefed on her schedule. Her room had been assigned, her classes planned out, her day had no tied-in obligations. That being said she spent the free time doing exactly what she did every day, she did her laps, sparred in the gym, and decided to observe a match in the arena rather than run a simulation. Mother had always said that watching other soldiers fight was always a good way to compare one's own abilities, even if not in a direct manner. 

To be honest, she found the event dull. Many of the combatants were either young-bloods trying to prove themselves to their fellow students, or old soldiers with too much experience to be challenged by lesser opponents. While watching rookies fumble with controls they didn't fully understand proved humorous, roughly ten minutes into her visit she lost the will to stay. Oh well, there were slow days now and then, the arena had provided incredible opportunity before, and what with the new, incoming students, she was sure a few worthy individuals would rise to the top. Or as close as they could get to the top after she herself was there, anyway. 

Upon arriving at the designated hall, Ciell spotted a boy she only vaguely recognized from the testing grounds. She knew neither his name nor his year, but the mechanical limbs were unmistakable. He looked young which made his injuries even more of a pity, but if he'd lived this long then he'd likely gotten over it. Either way, seeing as he was the only one present from Tranquility, she figured he was in charge of student check-in. 

[color=92278f]"Ciell Macci, checking in,"[/color] she said to him, then proceeded dutifully to her room. Food would be in order soon, but being the hectic day that it was, it wouldn't surprise her if [i]everyone's[/i] schedule was mixed around.