"Miriti, Nia" is over... there! Between "Miller, Harold" and "Mi Ri". Nia does not know a lot about Chinese pronunciation so she imagines the latter to be a very cheerful sounding name, but does not meet the individual in question before collecting her slip of paper. She is supposed to clean the mal studies auditorium, rows AA through OO. "Aaoo," Nia says to no one in particular, looking around to see if anyone has a particularly appealing swap.

Apparently not having a janitor means the kids have to be janitors? The New Yorkers don't have to because they trade away their shifts for whatever but Rebecca is not going to ask about that unless it turns out it's somehow REALLY horrible to do janitor things. She finds the Dillard, Rebecca box - huh, how does the school know her name, it's not like it was expecting her - magic, presumably - and finds in it a slip of paper that says she has to sweep one of the hall sections on the freshman level. That's not too bad, she can sweep. It has a spell for animating the broom but sweeping isn't bad enough that she'll spend mana on it, she thinks, she'll consider this a way to build up mana she can spend later if she has to clean toilets or something.

El tries four times to swap away her assignment to clean a section of the lab - freshmen are supposed to stay in the upper levels of the school, what the fuck! - but nobody's biting. If she has to do this at least it's early in the semester.

Where's Bobbie gotten to, maybe she'll buddy up for this even if New Zealand has a minion.

Caio has never previously thought about how having five names could confuse this poor British-designed spell, but eventually he finds himself under "Inácio Nilo Paes Almeida, Caio" and at least it will probably be in the same place next week. He's supposed to dust and sweep the stairsward language lab. That's pretty okay.

Annisa is supposed to clean classroom 406. That's fine aside from how she is already trying to fit too many things into the day. Maybe the Group can do all four of their assignments together and quiz each other on French while they do it.

"I have library dusting, anybody else have a library shift and want to pair?"

Kevin goes around to all four of the Boston cubbies and picks up various classrooms and bathrooms to clean. Hilariously, one of them is the classroom he's nominally taking Korean History in. (He doesn't speak Korean or care about its history and is just there to copy Marcy's papers and free up the block for maintenance.) He looks around for people to pair up with and spots Bella. 

"Hi. Want to do our shifts together? We can do any of these four and I can find someone else for the other three."

Bella peeks at his. "Love to. I have a history classroom, I think those are vaguely near each other?"

Julian spends twenty minutes looking for his assignment and eventually finds it under Ch'en Ch'i Li, which is admittedly sort of how an English person might attempt to transliterate his name in 1892. He's supposed to clean one of the library reading rooms, which is nice and safe and convenient except for how it's going to involve interacting with enclavers. 

Alexius makes his trade with Huang, then sets about introducing himself to the maintenance track kids, mentioning his plans to offer lookout/bodyguarding services for larger groups later in the year and to offer the doing of homework assignments, even for classes he's not in. 

Philadelphia probably has a sophomore or junior with a deal for doing maintenance. They didn't tell Theun who it was, and he didn't ask; for once, it's somewhere they agree.

He got... cleaning part of the lab? Really? Eh, it's early, better not to go into debt for it now.

"Anyone else cleaning the lab?"

"- yeah, which one, I have lab three."

He looks down and checks. "Same," he says, before focusing on the Brit, "We could-"

He cuts off as he notices that she is... oozing seriously scary, worse than the Pisan girl.

"If you want rid of it you might be able to trade it to New Zealand over there, one of them's been shadowing me like a bodyguard." Tosser.

"...I might. You do seem," he breaks off to look around and remind himself he's in a crowd, "...Well. Scary enough aura to be the mystery killer."

Well then, she can say it out loud, can't she. "Tosser. Bobbie's the tall one without sleeves."

"If she'll vouch for you not being the one on a killing spree, I'm not going to be an ass about it, I'm just trying not to be alone with a murderer."

"Oh, well, as I'm not a murderer I imagine we'll have a lovely time complaining about the quality of the sheets while we scrub lab benches together like bosom friends, won't we!" She gestures him impatiently in New Zealand's direction.

"Hm?"

"He's assigned the same room as me, you can be more efficient in discharging your bodyguarding duty if you swap whatever you've got with him. If you don't have a New Zealand maintenance minion, which I reckon as you're here."

"Don't have a minion yet. I'll swap for efficiency, what've you got?"

"Lab cleaning, unfortunately."

"I've got a broken duct fan on the cafeteria level and don't mind the lab terribly."

"Okay, great, trade you, lab cleaning in three, same as her." And... he doesn't exactly want to apologize apologize but... "Good luck to you both."

"In my memoirs when I recollect my success in cleaning the lab I will remember to thank you for your well-wishing. Tosser."