Rozalia Éathliel
Location; Somewhere on the campus
Interacting With; Jonas Highwind
@HereComesTheSnow
Rozalia hadn't been talking very long with Serafina when the announcement for the beginning of the assembly split them up, and Roze had soon found herself among a sea of students in the assembly hall. A lot of them were pretty zoned out, probably not a first-timer like herself, so they'd likely heard the speech plenty of times.
Roze took this chance to take a look at her fellow students. Most looked fairly ordinary, like your usual kids in High School. And then there were some who truly displayed their Godlike side in their appearance. Some of them were absolutely stunning. She had clocked one guy who had been so good-looking and radiant that he could have only been a son of Apollo.
On the other hand, Roze could definitely find the contending 'Queen-Bee's' of the academy. One blond girl who looked as if the world was on her leash in a fairly smug manner, and another, dark-haired one who was practically wrapped around yet another good-looking boy. Roze figured she would either hate the guts of these girls, or actually become friends with them; there was generally no inbetween with her. At the very least, the dark-haired one had a hint of mischief about her. For Roze, that was always a good sign.
Once the assembly had finished, and the students began milling out, Roze heard the word 'party' mentioned more than once among the crowd. Oh boy. She hoped it wasn't invite only, because she sure as hell was going to gatecrash it anyway. It would be the perfect chance to make friends - and have a drink, if she was lucky. Pausing outside and seeing a jock-like dude texting someone else, she figured that this guy was the type to be throwing parties. Walking over to him, she offered up a grin.
"Hey, big guy. I hear that a party is going down later. Could you do a girl a favour and let me know where it's happening?" She asked, just a hint of hopefulness mixing in with her mischievous tone. She didn't want to come off as too desperate; no-one wanted that kind of trait attached to them. Anyway, this guy seemed like he could be fun to hang around with.
Peter Sköjare
Location; Assembly Hall; His apartment; Outside Corinthe's apartment
Interacting With;Corinthe
Before Peter could even thank the group for helping him out - or ask about the book in the box - an announcement filled the yard, letting people know the assembly was about the start. Sighing quietly, Peter dumped his bags back in his car, silently praying his spear wouldn't follow him to the the hall.
As it turned out, the assembly was quite uneventful. Rather than truly listening to what the Headmaster was saying - other than picking out the necessary information, like locations and room keys
finally, - he spent more time admiring the decor of the interior, and wondering if the teachers were Demi-Gods themselves; or perhaps something a bit more magical.
Eventually, the assembly ended, and Peter was able to go and retrieve his room keys with Corinthe. He felt somewhat glad that he wasn't the only new person this year. According to the Headmaster, there were quite a few new arrivals.
Keys and bags retrieved, the pair walked towards the apartment building, and Peter noticed more than a few of his fellow students smuggling bottles underneath coats from their cars, and plenty spilling out of the buildings in far more dressy attire than before.
"Huh. Must be a party going on or something." Peter mentioned to Corinthe, followed by a grin.
"I could use a drink myself - hopefully we'll find out where it is." He then paused, glancing at Corinthe.
"Or I'll just work it out myself. There can't be many places on this campus you can hide a bunch of loud, drunk teenagers."Once in his apartment, Peter simply dumped his bags on the table and looked through them, dragging out a change of clothes. Black jeans, grey sweatshirt. That'd do him. Rounding a corner, he paused, nearly bumping into something that was in his main living area. As he looked at it, he couldn't help laughing and looking up in disbelief.
"Thanks Mom." For once, those words were not uttered in a sarcastic tone - because she had been nice enough to materialise a grand piano in his living room. It was beautiful, made of a dark, polished oak. Opening the lid, he pressed a few keys, smiling in bliss as the perfectly tuned keys reverberated through the room. Oh, he was going to have fun with that later.
Once dressed and cleaned up, Peter leant against the wall in the corridor outside Corinthe's apartment; he said he'd wait for her.
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