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 It was with a somewhat heavy heart that Dawn hauled her tattered blue no-brand holdall over her slender shoulder, and waved goodbye forever to the B&B where she’d been both living and working for the past two months. It’d been a good deal in her book – three dollars an hour under the table plus room and board, and a promise from the elderly owner not to ask any questions or spread any rumours. But still, there comes a time to leave behind even the best of arrangements, and this time, it had come in the form of the letter nestled neatly at the bottom of her bag’s front pocket.

 Was registering somewhere this public a good idea considering her [i]situation[/i]? Probably not. Was she going to do it anyway? Of course. 

 As stupid as it was, Dawn needed answers, and it was looking like the school, full of demigods, magicians, and people in possession of some of the most intrigueing (and useful) secrets and skills on the planet, was going to be the only place where she even stood a chance at finding them. And if she got caught? Well, it’d be worth the risk. 

And so, Dawn got a taxi to the station, and payed in cash for an overnight bus to the city nearest the school. Add on a taxi to the school itself, and already over half of Dawn's last pay was gone. That was okay though, room and board was provided by the school, and as soon as she got settled in and figured out her routine, she’d start looking for a part time job in the local area.

 The journey was short and sweet, and before long, the minicab was pulling away, and Dawn was standing, alone, outside the school. For a few seconds, she just stood there. Heart trembling in a way that made it difficult to distinguish whether she was excited, or nervous. Probably both, she decided, before looking down at her hand where she’d written the room number in bright pink sharpie -  AR71665. 

She took a moment to adjust the hem of her dress – a floral affair, with little pink roses and twisting green stems that fell short a few centimetres above her knee, topped off with a soft brown leather jacket. An ugly feeling, insecurity, twisted through her gut, much to Dawn’s dismay. She didn’t normally care what people thought of her appearance – she dressed for herself, so what did it matter if most of her wardrobe came from a charity shop, and her lipstick was two dollars from the discount store? Except… she’d just seen a woman walk past with robot [i]suitcases[/i] of all things, and suddenly she felt about two feet tall and woefully inadequate to the task at hand. 

It wasn’t a nice feeling. She was going to have to do something to fix it, and soon. And, as Dawn had quickly come to find, the best way to challenge your preconceptions about someone was to go up and talk to them. She glanced at the number on her hand again, she had no idea where this place was. 

It seemed like she’d found her icebreaker.

She walked quickly to catch up with the woman, before awkwardly blurting out [color=f49ac2]“H-hey, do you, err, by any chance happen to know where this room is?”[/color] She shoved her hand in the woman’s face, barely giving her time to respond,[color=f49ac2]“I-it’s fine if you don’t but err, I’m kinda lost and… y’know”[/color] she trailed off, before dropping her hand and looking away awkwardly.