[center][h2][color=a187be]Liisi Avedarci[/color] - [color=662d91][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZ8UNQ9rd8Y]Prelude[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

Whilst waiting for response from her chosen companions, the girl noticed another group forming a way off. The Collector, Painter, and Gardener. Nowhere near as trustworthy and practical as her own group, that was for sure, perhaps one of the three would go crazy and kill another. It wouldn't surprise her, it's quite easy to put on a shy facade. Shaking her head quickly, she noticed the assassin. Now, while one might not exactly enjoy the idea of being around someone paid to kill, Liisi couldn't help but think. Someone of her standard could most likely off any of them if she so wished, and yet, part of the Chef thought that perhaps the Assassin might become the most innocent of them all. After all, if someone was killed she would most likely be the first suspect, so what would she have to gain by killing? 

Turning her focus back to the two males, she noticed that Donovan had accepted the offer, albeit not formally. His hygeine and mannerisms still irked her, but they were the least of her issues. Kiragi, on the other hand, seemed much more pleasant. Actually forming coherent words and not looking glum. "[color=a187be]Of course! Finding an infirmary should be a high priority[/color]." Liisi responded, trying to keep a sweet tone in her voice. Inside, she was itching to go find a certain room. A kitchen. But how does one ask to find a kitchen? It had little-to-no use to the rest of them. She would have to find that on her own later on, provided she was still alive and kicking. 

Booting up her student ID for the first time, she groaned inwardly as she noticed the information it listed. Were her measurements, including bust size, really necessary? Taking a small breath, the girl navigated her ID quickly, pulling up a map of the first floor. Something told her that even with this map, there was still potential to get lost. The Chef made her way over to the door of the gym and waved her 'teamies' over, resisting the urge to tap her foot impatiently.

[center][h2][color=7bcdc8]Xavier De La Fontaine[/color] - [color=00a99d]Companionship[/color][/h2][/center]

Xavier was, once again, at a loss for words. Another person had approached, and said that he and Elizabeth seemed [i]nice[/i]. Oh god, oh god, he hadn't thought up a protocol for this. What was he supposed to do? Answer back? Say that she seems nice? Pausing his panic for a moment, he'd noticed something she said. Looking closer, he realised that she was the Gardener, Cynthia something-or-other, and what she said was the best thing he'd heard all day.

"[color=7bcdc8]Gardener[/color]...[color=7bcdc8]Grow[/color]...[color=7bcdc8]I get it, you're punny[/color]!" He exclaimed with pride, pride at both being able to speak out and making his own pun, even if it was one of the oldest ones in the book. He lowered his hood slowly, wanting to seem as friendly as possible, and not a shifty man wearing a hood. "[color=7bcdc8]I think we should check out the storage room, maybe[/color]?.." He trailed off, he wasn't really sure where to suggest. Saying the toilets or bathroom, or even the dormitories could seem shifty. He looked to both Elizabeth and Cynthia in turn, hoping they'd either agree or come up with a better idea.