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[i][b]Location:[/b] Dorm 2, room 302[/i][/center]
[indent][@olcharlieboi] [color=ed1c24]"So which beds do you two want? I'll take which ever you all don't want, also don't mind me pulling things out of thin air"[/color][/indent]
[color=lightgray][color=6ecff6]"Ohh, you can do that too?"[/color] Temper responded, realising for the first time that items had been appearing in Charlie's hands in the same way they did hers whenever she slipped into thinking time to do things. Sometimes it was a little difficult to keep track of all the details in other people's poses and postures and minor things like magically appearing objects tended not to phase her.

Turning slightly the young woman gestured towards the unmade bed behind her, the one closest to the window. [color=6ecff6]"I think I'll stick with this one, it seemed comfortable enough and the fresh air is good for me."[/color] She said, her tone friendly and casual, [color=6ecff6]"As long as that's okay with you two?"[/color]

Temper waited for a moment to see whether either of the guys were going to respond, but as she did she caught a subtle hint of her odour. She hadn't washed since the previous morning, just before leaving home, and since then had lived at least two days of thinking time. The scent wasn't quite strong enough to be a major problem, but it was noticeable enough to have Temper reaching down into her luggage for her wash bag and towel.

[color=6ecff6]"Sorry guys, I really need to wash up before breakf... I mean, dinner."[/color] She caught herself just in time. It might be a little strange to be waking up after a full night's sleep just in time for an evening meal for most people, but for Temper the only real problem was keeping track of which meals everyone else thought she was eating. Having said that, she hoped they'd be serving waffles. They were definitely her favouriter thing to eat after a long rest, but she knew they'd probably be serving something a little more dinner-like, especially for the first evening of the school year.

With that Temper quickly scampered across the room and into the bathroom. Washing was one of the few things she couldn't do in thinking time, since the water hung frozen in the air unless she spent time waiting for a bathtub to fill before slipping, and given how much she hated waiting for things showering was generally better use of her time.[/color]