Caio finds the place without too much incident. "Good morning!" he says to Shannon, after a double-take at the smoking poster. He checks over a desk next to hers.

"Morning!" Has she...met him. It keeps happening that someone's face looks vaguely familiar but she has no idea if she had a conversation with them at some point or just stood several places over from them in the lunch line. Maybe her parents should have made her drill this? She's not sure how you would drill 'trying to learn the names of over a thousand new freshman' but still. 

"- I'm Caio, you're selling me some mouthwash for a week of my water condenser."

- oh god she is going to die of embarrassment. "Yeah," she says, which - will maybe make it sound like she didn't forget all of that information but isn't actually lying. "Uh, how were your classes yesterday?" 

"Roman history homework was only a page? I don't know if it'll stay that gentle though. History of alchemy is cool."

It is GROSSLY UNFAIR that he has to have a lab class first thing in the morning EVEN THOUGH he was responsible and put his actual intro to lab class later in the day. Principles of Chemistry just APPEARED, just because the school THINKS HE SHOULD LEARN CHEMISTRY, or something. Which he would, absolutely, if it happened at a less bad time of day, and he guesses that in fact he will learn it anyway, but he's going to complain about the manner in which this is happening.

One of the Zanzibar juniors has language lab first thing and has agreed to help him check the room, so that's good. They get to work on it together, not trusting that the people already here have done an adequate job.

"Uh, good morning," says Caio, looking with puzzlement at the upperclassman. Is this one of those mixed-levels classes?

"Good morning," he says, and does not elaborate, swinging open several cabinet doors that have not been specifically marked hazardous to see whether they are in fact not hazardous. None of them are.

Oh good. Oooh a chem textbook.