Bella is not the kind of enclaver who just definitely doesn't do her own assignments. She might trade some of them away for literature homework or something later but she doesn't have that set up now. She finds her name - "Swan, Isabella" - in the little post-officey thing near the cafeteria entrance, crosses her fingers about mals, and pulls the slip. She has to... yep, it's a cleaning assignment, freshmen almost always get those. She is cleaning the classroom she has those back to back history classes in, she thinks she'll keep that, she spends a lot of time in that room and could stand to have a decent idea of how its nooks and crannies go anyway. And probably it's smart to do it pronto before the weekend mals filter in.
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?"
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.
"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."
"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."
"If you'd rather have me wish you patience, I'll skip the luck next time." Ass.
He turns around to go before he starts really venting.
El stomps toward the stairs to get the lab cleaning over with as soon as possible.
Lysander is humming quietly to himself - it's too quiet in this damn school - as he collects all the assignments for Berlin. Cleaning, cleaning, ugh, boring - oh, Madge's is a minor repair to a wall panel, great, he's doing that one first. He dodges El (yikes) on her way past and attempts to catch Kevin, the other kid already confidently collecting more than one assignment, before he leaves. "Hey, real quick, I see you have a plan for right now but can I hit you up at dinner for maybe trades?" He waves his stack of slips.