[b]Ken Winwroc - Noble Dorms[/b]

It had been a simple decision for Ken to simply work through his exhaustion, it always was. He just had to get the work done and then he could sleep later, at least that is what his father had always instructed him with. The key was not just getting it done though, it was getting it done correctly and without error. The few hours before the outing was just enough time for him to finish half of a stack of sheets, corrected once and twice over. But he had not changed cloths or anything yet. Not that it would take him a long time, anyway. 

He was slightly thankful that he had ordered Nolan to go change clothing not to long ago, because despite what the other said, Ken was quite sure that a change of cloths for this evening was necessary. It had been so hot this morning, it was ridiculous. And even he had been sweating, though had been far too enveloped in chatting people up to give it much care.

Letting out a soft sigh, Ken finally dropped his pen down onto his table before grabbing the papers and stuffing them into one of the few drawers within his desk. With the TV off, it was rather quiet and without Nolan, or even Cedric in the room, it was almost painful. He spun in his chair and tapped his feet on the floor before quickly pushing himself up to get a change of cloths. But what to wear? He could just throw on one of his suits and pick out a tie. Or maybe he could put on a jacket and some clean jeans... With a rough shake of his head, Ken reaches in and pulls out a rather nice looking sleeveless jacket from his collection. This would be alright, he decided. Since it was a trip going into town he could get away with dressing down a bit from his usual suit attire, even if there would be other nobles present. No one else would really be wearing one, hopefully. 

By the time he had finished dressing, he had on a sleek grey hooded jacket with a white undershirt, along with a pair of what appeared to be really comfortable jeans. This, he thought, would do fine. He even grabbed a pair of sunglasses just in case and plopped them onto his forehead and pulled them back so his bangs were out of his eyes. If Nolan thought this was a terrible idea once he got back, he would say something. But now that he had finished dressing and everything was in place, he looks down to his phone and towards the door, and then looks around the room with a slight frown. It was so quiet. So very quiet. 

Nolan would be back any time now though, he told him that he would wait here for him. Stiffly Ken moves over by the door and plops in the small chair beside the wall near the door, lightly tapping his thumbs against his knees while waiting. He hoped someone arrived soon, not really caring suddenly if it was Nolan or Cedric or even Ethan.

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[b]Sammuel Trunt - Knight Dorm --> Courtyard[/b]

After having chosen his clothing, Sam had decided to shower. And long after he had finished showering and dressed for the evening, he got an extra pair of cloths out as Ken had asked him to do. He was slightly glad that Ken had asked him to grab extra cloths for himself, otherwise he would have to spend the evening in this... obnoxiously bright green and pink suit his master had decided upon. 

His eyes were not nearly as red now and the red marks that were once on his face were practically gone. Both good things. Even Tarisa's books had dried already and were perfectly fine. Everything was in order. Carefully he slings his bag over his shoulder, filled with his spare cloths as he opened his phone and checked his messages, nearly all of them from Tarisa. Quickly he was making his way out the door as he read through them.

[b]"HEY, TOY. Will be a few minutes late, wait in the courtyard."
"Did you get me new books?"
"What about shoes? The right shoes? Last time you got the red ones and you looked stupid."
"Dont forget to pin your hair back."
"The headband. Use the headband."[/b]

Mentally cringing, Sam spins right around and darts back to his desk, pulling out a circular piece of cloth that was bright enough to blind someone. It was so yellow, so yellow that Sam always considered it to be like a small sun. Carefully working with the cloth, he managed to get his red locks of hair pulled back with the bright cloth and had it tied into place. He pulled out several pins and stuck them in at placed to be sure it would stay. And with that, he shoved his glasses on and then continued right back out the door in a hurry to the courtyard in his bright, flashy and obnoxious clothing.