[center][h3][b][color=de641d]Teddy Thompson[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/IQ9KefLJHfJPq/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47zmucl65wvm0lqsnrw3vjxrpujakf2rpf39nxjwe6&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=de641d]Location:[/color][/b] Stark Hall - Outside doorway to Room 401
[b][color=de641d]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used!
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As the girls entered their room and began to do…whatever it was that freshmen girls do in their rooms, Teddy kept a respectful distance from the door, trying his best to act like he wasn’t painfully aware of the redhead’s less-than-subtle staring. He smiled politely, looking slightly above the girl when she spoke to him, but otherwise keeping himself slightly turned away from the door. Eye contact was difficult, but he didn’t want to be rude. As much as he would have preferred that Ser Nemo didn’t just drop a bombshell on him, he [i]did[/i] need to get used to, well, being perceived. He was going to be a TA for Combat 101 this year, and if he couldn’t kick that little hangup, it was going to be a rough year. He knew that. He knew that in his soul.

Didn’t make it any easier.

After a moment of hearing the two girls…talk? Let’s go with talk. After a moment of hearing the two girls talk, it became crystal clear that the two of them might be just as awkward as he was, which, in a weird way, made him relax slightly. 

He still didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do for them.

[color=de641d]“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Mary Sue…uhm…”[/color] he called from outside the room, pausing for a moment as he pressed his lips together in thought. [color=de641d]“I’m sorry, he called you Ms. Sullivan, right? You wouldn’t happen to be related to the new speedster instructor, would you? Oliver Sullivan?”[/color] he asked, just trying to fill the awkward silence - usually a comfy space for him, but perhaps a little suffocating given the context. He didn’t know much about the guy other than the name, but maybe it could break the ice?

When the redhead - Ardere - spoke up, Teddy couldn’t help but smile fondly to himself, chuckling quietly. Her little throwaway line could be the tagline for his whole life. God, did anyone ever really know what kind of help they needed?

[color=de641d]“And I have no idea what kind of help I can give,”[/color] he replied, pausing for a moment as desperately scoured his thoughts. [color=de641d]“Actually…”[/color] he started, tilting his head. [color=de641d]“I think the spaceship club’s got a restored alien ship that you can go inside and check out, if that’s something either of you might be interested in?”[/color] he offered. Teddy, bless his heart, was probably the worst-equipped person when it came to trying to guess what freshmen girls might be interested in, but who didn’t like spaceships? They were neat. Basically just cars but for space. 

Okay, it was a hail mary, but what else could he do? Ser Nemo was counting on him…apparently. Well, not enough to properly arrange this whole mentor group - one that Teddy had never heard of before, mind you - beforehand, but that’s some high quality shade for a different time.

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[center][h3][b][color=97aaad]Phan Le Chi Mai[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/Z1ENXTzr1L9SbYKr5i/giphy.gif?cid=790b7611698e917f12877a3dc4dcf63e937ea43745920e4a&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=97aaad]Location:[/color][/b] The Field (School Carnival) > Shady Smoke Spot > The Field (School Carnival)
[b][color=97aaad]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used!
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1063984384832704654/1064001599313281105/mai_day_1.jpg]~First Day Fit~[/url][hr][hr][/center]

Alright, listen up chucklefucks - Chi Mai didn’t dip dip potato chip because she was scared of Agatha. Let’s just put that to rest right now. She had nothing but mad love for the crew, for the famski, but when sweet Danny Boy came out of that creepy-ass tent holding a whole ass scaley egg and screaming for help in that excited-not-scared way of his, she saw the opportunity and seized it. Because - and let’s all gather around the campfire and roast some truth s’mores here for a moment - a bitch was not even remotely high enough for this shit. And that was a crime. What sort of hero-in-training would she be if she didn’t do her best to stop crime where she saw it?

So she split. A little bobbing and weaving through the carnival chucklefucks later, and she had found a nice lil obscured alcove to dip into to satisfy the beast. She gave a little glance around and, when she was satisfied that nobody had noticed her and was prepping up to bust her one-woman rendition of a smokestack, she ducked back inside, crouched down, and fished the pen from her pocket.

She then proceeded to write elegant, evocative lines of poetry, detailing her thoughts on the futility of mankind’s attempts to establish any sort of meaningful legacy in a universe that ultimately would just move on- nah, just fucking with you, guys, she got high. She did her thing, coughed, waved away the clouds, coughed some more, put away the pen - oo, would you look at that, more coughing - then ducked back into the crowd, only smelling slightly like candy. And weed.

As her head began to grow weightless, she managed to spot a familiar hot blonde in the distance who was pointing. And bruh…something about the way she was pointing was fucking hilarious to Mai. Vicky was fucking hilarious. She needed to be around something fucking hilarious right now. She wasn’t the closest to Vicky to be honest, but a high Chi Mai was a friendly Chi Mai. And with no more thought than that, Chi Mai impulsively skipped over to intercept her and some green-haired chick she didn’t know.

[color=97aaad]“Viiiicccckkkyyyy!”[/color] Mai called out, throwing grabby hands toward her as she approached. [color=97aaad]“I got ditched and now I’m bored. Entertain me!”[/color] she continued, moving to match Vicky’s pace. Not wasting a moment she teased [color=97aaad]“So…who’s the green-haired hottie?”[/color] she asked mischievously before leaning forward, hands clasped behind her back, and shooting a glance over toward the green haired girl. [color=97aaad]“I’m talking about you.”[/color] she said directly. [color=97aaad]“Name, please. It’s the hottie tax.”[/color]