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	Odell stood by the LGBT group's booth with an assortment of brochures and pamphlets, tucked neatly under his left arm. They had assembled not long after he arrived at Hallesdale College's fair. He liked to think it was because he sought more involvement, but really he'd forget about most of them in the next day's hectic. Now, Mr. Dunkirk certainly [i]did[/i] care at least some, but nobody could realistically pin any sort of responsibility on his flighty tendencies that followed him from boyhood to adulthood like a disease-ridden stray dog. Nonetheless, Odell would form a tenuous promise to attend the LGBT association's next meeting although, really, there were no real promises.

	While Odell's eyes glossed over the latest tri-fold in his hands, the rep made some smalltalk. "Y'know, it's a little weird that the Night Garden is here."

	[b][color=82ca9d]"Wait, really?"[/color][/b] Odell tore his mind from the paper. [b][color=82ca9d]"Where?"[/color][/b]

	The rep shook his head in the direction of the off-kelter group, and Odell met eyes with an odd sight. He had only heard of the group in conversations with fellow students, and even then, all those mentions were just name-drops and no detail. The most Odell understood was that Night Garden met at some bookstore in town a lot. Beyond that, well, the group was just a part of the background noise on campus. It had no real significance as far as Odell was concerned, and their actual activities were a vaporous mystery. Weirder so was his distant gaze, and yet something was more peculiar about that ragtag group across the way, something drew his attention. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

	[b][color=82ca9d]"Well, that's weird. Didn't think they'd ever open up. I wonder what's different this year."[/color][/b] The rep mouthed some contemplative word of agreement, drawing on some air of curiosity, and Odell opted to abandon that booth and head for whatever he next saw that drew his attention. [b][color=82ca9d]"At any rate, I'll see you..."[/color][/b] His eyes dropped to the tri-fold for guidance. [b][color=82ca9d]"...Thursday? Yeah. Well, I'll see you then!"[/color][/b] And just like that, Odell's presence was absent from the booth and there on the trail for his next stop. His path took him further through the courtyard, and as he continued, the allure of Night Garden's booth became stronger and stronger.

	[color=82ca9d][i]Well, it's not a bad idea...[/i][/color] He was almost there, a half-commitment to the goal. Odell Jefferson Dunkirk, for one of few chance moments, stopped in his tracks and pondered.