[h3]Nazca Whitehall[/h3][i]Clockwork Autumn[/i]

Nazca retired to her dorm, tired and unsatisfied. For all of her attempts at intercepting the Mughal man, she had been rebuffed and ignored at every turn, and even her attempt (rather unsubtly, admittedly) at forcing him to dance had been an abject failure, with her target even deigning to share a dance with the unskilled and boorishly incapable Germanic scion. 

Such misfortune. 

Ah, well. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the rest of the year to encroach upon the student’s personal space again, to prize whatever information she needed out of the strangely skittish man. 

The tram ride back to her new lodgings was uneventful compared to the ball, though it did give her a pleasant, brief tour of the eclectic neighborhood of student dorms the island had. Each building was distinctly unique, with its own architectural style based on every corner of the world. At least to her, some seemed far more practical than others, and when she got off at her stop in front of a tasteful structure that appeared to blend occidental architecture with that of Ayba Yala, Nazca felt right at home with the two familiar styles.

She was thankful to discover that her dorm building accommodated individual suites, and was also pleased by the large outdoor pool that she could see in the courtyard facing window of her private room. 

Waiting for her in said room were the dozens of carefully packed boxes and pieces of luggage that made up her wardrobe, personal effects, and more importantly, her clockwork workshop. Frowning at the mess of organizing that she would have to do, she took a brief moment to inspect her quarters before she got to work organizing her new room. There was quite a lot to set up…

By the time Nazca had finished her basic unpacking (the workshop was nothing close to set up, and wouldn’t be for days) it was already later into the evening. Although she remained curious about the mysterious circumstances behind the curfew, she had no desire to mess with something she didn’t understand on the first day, and there was still much to do… like draw a nice bath and turn in for the night in preparation for whatever tomorrow awaited.

She would get around to properly socializing then, if only to make up for the horrendous social disaster that today had been.