It was business as usual in the History Department building. Almost true to its name, the building that housed the department was one of the oldest on campus. Aislinn could never pinpoint the period the hall was built in despite putting her best thinking cap on. It looked Victorian, but several things, such as the uncharacteristically large windows in the main lecture hall that allowed heavy rays of sunlight to shine into her eyes every morning told her otherwise. The class that Aislinn was in right now was Late World History 3001, taught by the sharp but intimidating [url=http://i.imgur.com/J3DGyVK.jpg]Mr. Law[/url] and his sword-sized pointing stick. By all rights, he was a fantastic public speaker and academic, but the topic for the past few classes was late 20th century global politics, a subject that was so over taught that she could recite its main points on the edge of a coma bleeding out on a road. So instead of paying attention to the stark Mr. Law, Aislinn began drawing an absurd picture of Teddy Roosevelt dual-wielding machine guns and a magical girl Queen Elizabeth fighting flying toasters on her tablet. 

The shrill ring of the brass bell in the back of the lecture hall told her the hour and a half long class was finally over. Spinning the capacitive tablet pen in her hand several times, she holstered the electronic writing instrument into the side of her tablet like an old-time cowboy before packing the whole thing into a light messenger bag. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she looked to her left for Juno, who was completely knocked out and drooling all over the pull-out seat table. Aislinn could never understand why she slept so much when dolls didn’t need any sort of sleep whatsoever. Not skipping a beat, she pulled out her pocketwatch, letting the gold chain drop half a meter before cleanly clobbering the sleeping doll with an arcing overhead swing. With a yelp, Juno jerked straight up like a plank, clutching her head with her two hands as Aislinn popped open the face of the watch.

“Time to wake up,” she said, pointing with an index finger to the apparently still functioning timepiece. “Lunch time~”

Arriving at the cafeteria ten minutes later, the duo found the hall crowded as usual. Such a thing couldn’t be helped, after all, the class she had just left was in the farthest corner of the school campus. Aislinn gave a brief glance at the day’s lunch menu, carefully written in neat writing on a chalkboard above each food line. The school had a difficult and troublesome policy of not allowing seconds at all –no exceptions—but she often didn’t have problems with this. Since she had come to a mutual understanding with the cafeteria staff earlier in the year, all she had to do was nod and smile pleasantly and they would graciously give her a gratuitous single serving. Often times, it was enough to have leftovers, even after the unnecessarily gluttonous Juno went to town on their lunch. She glanced back and forth at the soups and the hot foods, undecided between the menu items of the two lines. Both menus were equally appetizing, but something more substantial was probably better. Finally deciding on the turkey and gravy dish, Aislinn joined the hot food queue.