[b]Octavia[/b]

As the cardshuffler had predicted, more students filed in, each apparently as confused as the rest of them. She waved at those who seemed to want attention, and in between wrote answers to questions she expected - she didn't know what was going on, no she couldn't speak, she would need at least a minute to write so please be patient, she was looking forward to meeting everyone, she did not want a boyfriend, and she took requests. Someone asked about food - a young man. She shrugged in reply. The cardshuffler had pocketed his deck, apparently taking a headcount - and then it seemed all hell broke loose. A boy with sunglasses screaming about dying. A girl in a nun habit fearfully mentioning lost memories. A boy with red glasses shaking in terror. And to top it off, a girl in a pullover hoodie and shorts stomping in and demanding to know what the hell was going on. She raised her hands to her ears. Too loud. Far too much cacophony. A rasping sound began to rise from her throat. She wanted to go home, she wanted everything calm again-

There was a sudden crackle overpowering everyone's voices, as if a small firecracker had gone off, and the cardshuffler was waving smoke from his fingertips. He crossed his arms.

"Okay, first off-" He indicated to the sunglasses boy. "-was anyone sent here as a counselor? I think we need one." She raised an eyebrow at him. Out of everyone so far, she hadn't expected him to try to restore order. "Second, no one seems to know what's going on, so right now it's pointless to get worried." He paused. "Though I wonder why we were sealed on this floor..." Octavia jotted down an answer and waved her bow to get his attention.

[i]'Termite infestation?'[/i]

His eye glanced over the words on the paper, and he then chuckled, a bit high-pitched.

"Then I hope we also have an exterminator among us." She smiled; she much preferred this version, the one who she met in the halls. Felt more stabilizing.