[h3]Monday - Family Meal Value Pack[/h3]
>complètement perdu ;-;
>dans V
>TOK?
>choco ici
>rdv l'école??
>@+ après choco

Hazel eyes glanced down at the phone in her left hand, watching as the messages popped up onto the dimly-lit screen. There were no sounds accompanying their arrival, but had there been they would have been drowned out by the rushing wind. Only the vibrations of the aging device alerted her to each new text, and it was when the phone became still that her fingers began to type out a reply.

>Je comprends.

She flipped the device shut with one smooth motion, dropping it into her messenger bag. Her parents would probably be roaming the city for a while. Even if they were to escape the state of 'being lost', they would still get distracted by everything that central Vale had that Mistral didn't. It was obvious that they were going to make the most out of Beacon's subsidising of their trip here for Family Day before all the events began.

They were pragmatic like that. A foreign country provided a lot of new things for them to do with that money.

She sat down on one of the wooden benches that dotted Beacon's campus, leaning back to watch airships lazily move through the clear blue sky. Unlike her parents, she didn't particularly care about having new experiences, so she would wait until they were done. If they were to get lost again, then she would just have to look for them.

Her sister wouldn't be happy if they failed to turn up. She could wait and watch for an eternity if it was necessary, but that didn't mean her parents could tour Vale forever. They had an event to go and spectate. She was going too, but she wasn't the person her big sister was hoping to see the most.

The time was 7.00am.

She removed a rolled-up newspaper from her bag, unravelling it before her to inspect the front page.

[sub][i][right]A violet-haired woman placed a box of knick-knacks down on the empty space next to her with a huff before leaving.[/right][/i][/sub]

She turned a page. It appeared as if Atlesian exports of Dust to the other Kingdoms had been decreasing.

[sub][i][right]A gaggle of cheerful children ran past her, followed shortly after by a ponytailed young man in military garb.[/right][/i][/sub]

Vale seemed to have a lesser amount of television channels.

[sub][i][right]A pale boy struggled to escape the grasp of a pair of housewives.[/right][/i][/sub]

The time was 7.15am.

She folded the newspaper away.

There was another airship descending into the docks.

Galla Mindaro waited.

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[@Sho Minazuki]
[h3]Monday - Shuai Taidan: Prettyboy Extraordinaire and Deforestation Consultant[/h3]
Taidan breathed a sigh of relief as he shut the door to his dorm room behind him. That had been a super exhausting chase around the school, one that had been far harder than he had expected. Even though he lived in a world where people lived and breathed aura, it wasn't every day that you got to find kids who'd worked out enough that their legs could outpace his. Those were feisty little fellows he'd had to chase down for their parents, though definitely not as feisty and awesome as him. Them failing to get away from him in the end was proof of that.

The prettyboy moved towards his bed, throwing himself onto the comfortable sheets with a 'splat' noise, or at least that was what he was aiming for. The 'plunk' was a more accurate descriptor of the sound produced, although others could also describe it as a 'thwop' or a 'kadunk'. Onomatopoeia were a highly subjective group of 'words', and the expectations of a fashionable Grimm hunter like Shuai Taidan could be radically different to those who were different individuals or possessed different occupations.

"[color=ce2029]Hey Varius,[/color]" he said after a few seconds, rolling over so that he was looking up at the ceiling. "[color=ce2029]You got family coming over today?[/color]"