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Bunga was a bit disappointed by Lucretia's decision to not go with her, but well, she still has a mission to do. But, considering Lucretia's decision to not go, and now that she remembers it, she also has a bunch of books that she just bought. Better go and pack her things before things get super inconvenient for Bunga.

The dorms where she arrived in actually look pretty drab in comparison with the other dorms, just some gray plaster walls accented with wood, and also some light tiling on the roofs. It reminds her of the traditional houses of the occident that she sees a lot in illustrations and such, but the moment she entered the inside. Everything suddenly changed.

The interior is completely unlike the exterior of the building. Inside of it, she smells spices, lemongrass, and the smell of cooking as students from the Mughal Empire, Oman, and Persia greeted her. And she did exactly the same. She immediately welcomed the pleasant smell of spices and other nice stuff. In a weird way it reminds her of home, sure the arrangement of the smells feels different, but it's familiar enough to make her feel comfortable. Not wanting to waste any time though, she beelined for her room, and quickly dropped her books once she entered it. Her room consists of some traditional Nusantaran furniture, the typical medley of wooden chairs and tables, the gold accents lining practically everything (even the bed!), and the variety of artwork from the Middle East, India and China. All in all, a small reminder of her familial estate in Palembang.

She wonders how did the powers that be in Bermuda managed to replicate the houses from a variety of cultures (she's been in the dorm rooms of some of her Persian dorm-mates, and it looks stereotypically Persian as well) so well, it feels a bit suspicious, the amount of effort put into everything here. But she's not here to wonder at the amount of effort the organizers of this island put into designing everything here. She has a Vietnamese man to possibly catch up to, and at that point, after a couple minutes of relaxation in her room. She decided to set off to the city once again, sun setting, and the gas lamps lighting up, in search for this mysterious Vietnamese polymath by the name of Le Bang Kieu.

[color=a36209]"I wonder what he looks like."[/color] Bunga wondered, walking around seemingly aimlessly throughout the city. Since she has no idea who the man is and how he's dressed, her search for this Vietnamese man will take a much more leisurely pace than the rapid speed during her and Lucretia's search for Sukoro Jinga. The fox girl does love the sight of Bermuda as the sun is setting though, the whole city was being painted a warm orange hue as the sun starts going down, her goat eyesight and fox sense of smell reveling in the smell of the ocean and seeing the wonderful sight. Ah. If only she has one of those camera photography devices from the Occident, just what would she do to get one of those things right now...

She needs to talk to some technologist in order to borrow a camera or something, some moments feel too beautiful to not be photographed.