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[b][u]Location[/u][/b] - Med school → Best Exotic Hotel
[u][b]Interacting with[/b][/u] - Mishti (NPC) ft. goat[/centre][hr][hr]There wasn't much to Ananya's day. She arrived, sat down and was surrounded by her small group of friends all within the span of half hour. The classroom was barely filled, it being too early for many to arrive. There was still almost an hour for class to start, this hour usually spent by the medical students to simply relax and get into the zone - or to nap and catch up on sleep like some of the other students hanging around the back seats.

That hour, Anya spent talking to her closest friend, Mishti, in bengali. Mishti was also around from the same area of Calcutta, the two girls immediately drawn to each other from the beginning of the year and stuck to each other ever since. It was nice to have someone to talk to, Anya thought. Even back at the hotel, though her Hindi was still great but Bengali was her true mother-tongue, [i]the[/i] language to make her feel at home. The language she'd grown up speaking.

And now, she had someone to share that love of language with. And [i]not[/i] in the form of a lanky, dorky hotel owner that may or may not be known as Desh to some. It wasn't that Anya didn't want to speak to him, but it was [i]how[/i] that she didn't know. If she could barely speak to Natasha (ignoring the obvious language differences) - someone who's pretty much her best friend out of the rag-tag group in the hotel, then how was she supposed to talk to someone she liked. [i]A lot[/i]?

It didn't matter anyway, as the lecturer arrived to save Ananya from frying her mind too early in the morning. Notes were taken, questions were answered and the queasy students... well. Let's not get to that, shall we?

After waving goodbye to Mishti and turning the corner towards the Best Exotic, Anya was not surprised to see a goat simply grazing about the garbage as if it were hoping to find some sort of treasure. Her stomach grumbled - don't get the wrong idea, she skipped breakfast, she's [i]not[/i] hungry because of the goat! - and an idea came up in the young girl's mind. Some members of the hotel were non-vegetarian, and not too long ago did Anya buy a recipe book filled with non-vegetarian dishes, truly Rajasthani stye.

Making sure that her bag was hung tightly across her body, she tied up her dupatta to ensure the goat wouldn't think of her scarf as a meal before she began approaching it carefully. There was no way she could capture the meal by herself, but what if she lured it inside? Desh, or any other guests inside could possibly help, right?

...right?

Well, you certainly need to hope so, because now there's a fucking goat inside the hotel, and it's gone [i]wild[/i]. Hide yo' food, hide yo' glasses because there's a goat coming to fuck shit up.[hr][hr]