"Hey, I am not complaining being taken here turned out great for us."

Herod notes the rules of etiquette, but does not immediately puts a towel on. It didn't sound urgent and he is busy getting this shave right.

They do put on towels before leaving. The plan is to stay in their bedroom - while copying slash memorizing slash categorizing their spellbook - until it's a reasonable hour.

It seems like people around here start getting up a little before sunrise. Some people, at least - there's outliers like Hakim, and it's pretty clear that not everybody's getting up yet, but that's when sounds of wakefulness begin.

In that case they will put on their fancy new clothes (even Herod likes the prospect, Gav only teases him a little about it). And then they will leave their room. Is everyone just going straight to get breakfast?

Most shower first. By the time they're done dressing, though, there's a couple of people heading over to the Crystal Hall.

Anyone that looks sufficiently approachable, so they can introduce themselves?

There's someone of indeterminate gender with very, very messy hair who's currently looking at them curiously. After a few seconds, they walk up and extend a hand. "Hi, I'm Alex! I haven't seen you guys around before!"

"Hi! We are Gavriel and Herod!"

They shake Alex's hand. "We are from another world and got here yesterday."

"Oh, wow! That's really cool, I don't think Whateley's had anyone from another world here in years! You're probably still finding your way around, do you want to sit with my team at breakfast?"

"Sounds great."

"Yes, thank you. And we are still getting used to things, yeah. ...Ariel described our world as medieval."

Alex starts off toward the dining hall. "Oof, so you're probably still getting your bearings. That can be tough, I know how- um, I can see how that would feel." Alex looks kind of shifty for a moment, then clears up. "Oh, and I'm a boy today, if you can't tell."

The demons follow. "Thanks for letting us know. We haven't run into too much trouble yet. Mostly because this place is like some bizarre non-magical magical paradise. Honestly, I kinda want to thank Morty for bringing us here, but he is straight."

"You're unusually obsessed with his heterosexuality."

Alex winces. "That poor kid. I honestly wish I could be friends with him, but between our respective probability warping and rager status, it'd be a really bad idea. Still, he seems lonely."

"Probability warping?"

"Rager status?"

"Oh, uh, I'm a Warper, so I manipulate one of the fundamental forces of the universe? In my case and Morty's case, that's luck. The problem is that when you get two probability warpers in the same room, their powers kind of... start fighting each other? Because you can't both be luckier than the other. So the side effect of this is that really weird shit starts happening when you get two probability warpers together, and that's one of the reasons I can't be friends with him. The other reason is that he has Diedrick's Syndrome, which gives him manic episodes and fucks with his emotional regulation, and I'm a Class-3 Rager, which means that when I get really angry I won't stop fighting until I'm down or everybody else is, and I get more powerful when I'm raging. Because ordinarily I'm a midlevel Esper/Mage/Warper, but when I'm raging I'm one of the biggest threats on campus. So if he got all 'you pathetic worm' at me, I might end up turning him into a slime mold."

"Yikes! I guess you could become pen pals, but as much Gav feels like praising him, I don't think it's worth the risk. On either end."

"Yep."

They reach the Crystal Hall. "The Hemitheoi - that's my team - our table's over there," Alex says, pointing to a table near the edge of the available tables. "Let's meet up there after you've collected your breakfast?"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in a bit."

They go collect breakfast.

They are really baffled that this place has different menus for different kinds of the day. Oh, well, they don't need to try everything in a day. They go find the Hemitheoi.

The Hemitheoi are sitting around the table and chatting. "Honestly," says a black girl, "I don't know how you got your parents to let you get your tongues pierced. My mom would kill me."

Two identical boys shrug in unison. "Dad couldn't care less," says one, revealing a bright silver tongue stud.

"And Mom thinks she's cool for letting us," says the other, whose tongue stud is a softly glowing gold.

"Parents are so annoying," Alex sighs. Everyone else at the table nods, except for the boy sitting next to him, who looks mildly offended.

"Hi, Alex! May we?" Herod indicates two seats.

"I only remember one out of four of my parents, but I do agree that they can get annoying."