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Orion's slip says Room 30. After he's performed some perfunctory ablutions and walked Chloe to her homeroom since they're on the same hall to begin with he finds his, though it requires a fair amount of map-staring. He goes in - it's a little room, only fifteen desks, two people here before him but they're doing really thorough checking of the place. Seems like overkill, anything really bad would be easy to see in a little room like this. Unless the one of the desks is a mimic? He kicks the desks. None of them are mimics. He sits down in the last one he kicked.
Dennis, Ghyslaine, Orion, Wil, Ribo, Jeremy
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"Sure, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to make more changes but maybe you have something especially interesting. I'm Ribo by the way."
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"Liath, Santa Barbara Enclave." She walks over to Ribo but doesn't show her schedule yet.
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Liath shows hers back in exchange.
"Oh, we both have Applied Electromechanics. Drat, I was hoping to get out of that."
"When do you have Applied Electromechanics again?" he saw it on Ribo's sheet but can't recall exactly where since he didn't want to try to take it.
"I certainly wouldn't object. How do you feel about spidersilk?" WAIT ABORT ABORT THIS IS PROBABLY THE WRONG TIME TO ADVERTISE THAT WAS A COMPLETE NON-SEQUITUR.
sweet-surrender
"Uh, it's strong, it's light, it's probably fairly useful stuff. I'm not in the market for it though."
"Okay." That was probably a disaster but it's probably a disaster he can ignore. Nacha pokes his ear comfortingly with a pedipalp.
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