This is a big classroom, forty seats in a strange semicircle around a blackboard where the lecture will, presumably, be playing as if from a grainy projector that's not actually in evidence. There are some lockers against the walls and crates on the floor in the corner, all of which is to say that it's going to be a pain to check over by mid-semester.
Jean, Octavia, Bella, Julian, Naima, Wil, Malak, Zeke, Jeremy
want-one-thing
- well, okay, fine, she's going to be late to language lab but she'll go flag down Elizabeth no point in making enemies on the first day.
(Last time she tries to say something vaguely helpful to Paris enclaver!!) (...no, no, it isn't.)
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