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[sub][right]Interacting with [@Scribe of Thoth][@Hero][@Trainerblue192] [/right][/sub]

The guard station only had one guard, leaning against the wall as he stared absently out across the campus. Clearly his mind was elsewhere but he snapped to attention when a bat shifted into a student, a hand covering the growing smile as he asked the student if he was okay, but when Eris finally got the words out in a full, complete sentence, the guard… did nothing. He sighed, reached inside to grab a radio, and fiddled with the channel settings for a moment.

[color=yellow] “Got a probable 10-58 out of station 9 behind one of the ballrooms. Headin’ out to confirm.”[/color] The guard spoke into the radio, offering Eris his other hand to get him back on his feet. Another voice crackled across the radio, a quick [b]“10-18”[/b], and the guard rolled his eyes. [color=yellow] “10-4. Now, once you get your legs back under, let’s go see how drunk this person is. Guessing it ain’t one of your friends if you’re making a bit of a fool out of yourself. Lead the way.”[/color] 

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[sub][right]Interacting with [@WeepingLiberty] [/right][/sub]

[color=D42CF9]“Really?! Yeah, we can totally chill!”[/color] Dennis beamed as he lead the way off the dance floor. He wove through the crowd, making his way upstairs and claiming the first table with no one else at it. He drank his first glass eagerly, downing it in one go with a satisfied sigh, and relaxed in his seat. [color=D42CF9] “I don’t know how people do this all the time. This whole event is a lot to deal with.”[/color] 

[color=D42CF9] “So, uh…”[/color] Dennis fidgeted in his seat, the tips of his ears going red again with a frown but he shook it off quickly enough. [color=D42CF9] “Oh! What language was that word you used from? Estrangeo? Eostranger? I’m butchering this aren’t I?”[/color]

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