[b][color=lightblue]Time:[/color][/b] 4:55 PM, Monday
[b][color=lightblue]Location:[/color][/b] Campus Commons; Welcome Banquet
[b][color=lightblue]Interactions:[/color][/b] Anyone who approaches first

Morgan swallowed nervously. His palms felt sweaty so he wiped them on the back of his pants, which made him realize he was tapping his foot. He stopped for a moment, but quickly started again when anxiety threatened to overwhelm him. "Pull it together, Morgan..." He muttered to himself. He [i]hated[/i] this time of year. Too many smiles, too much forced camaraderie — it drove him insane. He longed to flee to the comfort of isolation, to find his favorite corner of the school library where no one would bother him. He wanted nothing more than to replace the agony of social interaction with the solace of his books. But this event was basically mandatory, and so here he was. Sweating. Nervous. Alone.

Morgan bit his lip, looking around for a possible refuge. He saw Phoenix Gallagher welcoming people dressed like some kind of great orange Peacock, and promptly looked elsewhere. He saw June and briefly considered walking over, but judging by how she tried to catch the attention of nearly every person walking in her general direction he decided that wasn't a good idea either. Maybe he could slip by, but it seemed a risky prospect. [i]At least[/i] she [i]isn't here...[/i] He comforted himself, as he thought of the bubbling ball of energy that was Aaliyah Meadows. Morgan felt guilty for the relief he felt, but extroverted people like Aaliyah were the bane of his existence. He didn't know how to deal with them at all. It was a shame too, because supposedly she shared the same majors as he did. He would have loved someone to talk to about those topics without feeling like he was boring them incessantly — which always seemed to be the case whenever he miraculously mustered the courage to do so. 

People were starting to stare at him, Morgan realized. He had been hesitating too long, and people were starting to notice him. Before anyone dared to approach him, Morgan abruptly picked a direction at random and woodenly began to walk forwards. He kept an eye out for the welcome leaders and anyone else that looked [i]too[/i] happy or welcoming. They would certainly try to strike up a conversation, and he didn't want that. Hopefully he would be able to find a relatively isolated spot and ride out the event in solitude...