Let us see...

The ice girl, who had been to this school before due to reasons related to family graduating, knew where the more important things were. Mainly, that food place that she had aucune putain d'idée comment à prononcer. After the headmistress finished her little speech, (désolé, mais elle n'a pas écouté encore un peu,) Marci headed out like most of the other students.

The 18 year-old had a brownie in hand, eating it as she looked at her map, holding said map up against a wall to easily see and eat, and she...did not understand. The whole layout of the map and shit was confusing to her, as she had never seen one of these before. She had an idea to go on that tour, but...no. She'd just have to bug her potential roommate to help her understand it.

"Oh, merde." Why was she choosing to speak French, again? Maybe she was in the mood for it, maybe she wanted people to not understand her massive amount of swears, maybe- nah, it was that she wanted people to get confused.

Marcia Germano, knife and sweets enthusiast, cold-lover, and other such things you could call her, was a...bit confused herself?

Upon realizing this, she said, in her head, 'fuck it' and went to grab a random person from the crowd, and hope that they knew anything about this dumb fucking map. She looked like a lost puppy.