It wasn't often that Joseph was treated to dinner and a show. Although the dog thing didn't go anywhere interesting, another incident broke out on its heels. Some sheep thing made some comment that pissed off some ornery chick that confronted him then got her hand made limp and some other guy showed up to be antagonistic as well until the whole thing ended with the teachers stepping in to stop the fun. Joseph just chuckled to himself the entire time as he ate breakfast. Here he was, worried that this was going to be a boring, stuffy place and the student body seemed determined to prove him wrong. He had never been happier to be proven wrong. Unfortunately the entertainment had to come to an end, as all things did. Joseph was at least assured that something else was going to start up eventually, and if not, he could always light some sparks himself.

Joseph didn't pay a lot of attention during the tour. If he ever needed to know more about these places, he'd find out when he needed to. All he needed to know about were the places relevant to the subjects he was interested in, but he didn't even have a proper schedule yet. For now, he felt safe keeping his attention to places that actually interested him, like the Athletics Compound. Any good soldier needed a decent workout space. The Research Institute was partially interesting, as if he was going to be a Magic Soldier, he needed a place to study magic, but this Brovak was getting on his nerves. Joseph made a mental note to avoid engaging with him as much as humanly possible.

Joseph couldn't really form an opinion on room assignments, as he barely knew anybody here. At best he could make a few guesses about the character of those he had observed back in the cafeteria, but most of those people were retarded, ornery, or just plain weird. Joseph had a feeling he would just have to leave the damn thing blank and hope for the best. Like a twist of fate, as his thoughts passed over those he had the pleasure of observing earlier, his eyes rested on the sheep Chimera. The little fucker was busy shooting dirty looks at the dog man he had been mouthing off about earlier. Joseph could only guess that he really had a problem with that guy. A malicious smirk shot to his lips.

Suddenly, the sheep would feel an arm wrap around his shoulders in a falsely friendly hug, with Joseph hanging over him displaying a broad grin. [b]"Well howdy there, buddy. I see you're shooting some awful intense looks at those fellas over there. It's because you're too shy to talk to them, right? Don't worry, ol' Joseph Milit's here to help you out."[/b] Not giving him a chance to object, Joseph loudly called out to the dog and gorilla pair. [b]"Hey fellas! Little Bo Peep here wants to be friends! Come over and say hello!"[/b] Even if the other two didn't respond to his call, Joseph felt like the damage was already done. People were staring, and some of them doubtlessly coming to hasty conclusions about a certain sheep boy that needed a bigger man to help introduce him to people. All the while, Joseph just smiled wider and wider.

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Honehe had been largely aloof during the early periods of this initiation. He was not interested in the prattling of this human institution's henchmen, whether they put on a faux monstrous face or not. He had come here to suck up as much knowledge to abscond back to the Commune with as possible, and listening to them talk about patriotic duties and other nonsense was meaningless. He did enjoy the little film they played for them, as unlike others around him, he was quite entertained by a whole human village vanishing off the face of the earth. If the harbinger of such an event was a sentient monster, then all the better for it. Maybe said monster could even prove an ally if they could find and communicate with it. Such a hope might be in vain, as Honehe had no more insight into this "Terraphage" than the humans appeared to.

Honehe spent their breakfast intermission conversing with a few monsters far from the action. He had hoped to sow the seeds of discontent here, but these monsters were largely lacking in ambition, content to live as regular citizens in a hostile society. He had not betrayed his intentions to them yet, but he felt he may never if none of them would prove to have a revolutionary fire in them. It appeared that all he would be able to take from this place would be knowledge. Getting on with the tour, Honehe took note of the key places to learn from. There was much that could be gained from mere passive observation, and these institutions would be the key to doing so.

Room assignments proved more of a problem for Honehe. He knew none well enough to feel comfortable requesting them directly. The problem was that leaving it up to chance may leave him in the company of a human of all things. That would be unacceptable. He had been taught to mask his feelings, but having to endure a prolonged exposure to one or more of them would be troublesome. He would have to be proactive to prevent this outcome. He came to the conclusion that there was no better course of action than to approach the administrator himself. 

[b]"Honoured Administrator..."[/b] He opened with as he approached the Chimera. He may be a human puppet, but at least he was close enough to monster kind that Honehe would not gag in his presence. [b]"Might I request being paired with someone similar to my species? I apologise, but I do not feel [i]comfortable[/i] around less familiar faces. Beyond that, I would not be picky."[/b] It was possible the administrator may know of the less than cordial sentiment towards humanity hidden behind his polite words, but the intent of his question would be clear either way. Provided the administrator did not have an agenda to force his cohabitation with humanity, Honehe might escape such misery after all.

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