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[ It's almost too much for her to take. Gwen has been home for such a short time, hasn't even fully settled, and now she isn't quite sure where she is. Morgana had, understandably, given her a bit of time off despite her wanting to find a distraction. Being a captive and having to parade around as the ward of Uther Pendragon was difficult enough without all that followed... So she thought when she woke up the next morning she'd be safe and sound in Camelot and back to her usual day-to-day.

She was almost in a panic before the instructor found her and tried to help. A trip to the Headmaster's office and an acceptance letter later she still didn't quite understand what was going on. She just nodded politely, took her materials and was sent out of her own in the big Garden.

The whole place–Balamb they told her it's called–is a bit off-putting for Guinevere. It's smooth and shiny for lack of a better description, and so unlike Camelot and every other stone and wood-built village she's been in. Her nearly fruitless hunt around the center of the Garden just brought her back to the Lobby steps where her search began. Must have passed it, she thought a bit downtrodden, though she can't blame herself for being distracted given the circumstances. It's time she asked for help.

She works up the nerve to walk up to any passer-by who will listen with a simple question: ]

Umm, sorry to be a bother but could you point me to the [ She pauses a moment to make sure she's remembering it right- ] Dormitory?

( ooc note • feel free to bump into her wherever & whenever in the lobby area. she looks very lost and needs all the help she can get! )
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[World hopping? Something fairly common for Xion. It's her job of sorts, afterall. Confusion about this certain situation she had somehow found herself in? Fairly. But that was okay! That was.. Fine. Sort of. Maybe.

She looked over the letter again, reading it closely. And then again, to see if magically some new information came up. Which, of course, it didn't.

Which was making her (quietly) panic. Shuffling her feet against the ground, looking terribly lost. Though to be fair, a hooded figure where you cant see their face is kind of shady, no matter where you are, right? Right. But that fact seems to be lost on one petite sized girl staring at her letter enough that it was possible she would bore holes through it on sheer will alone.

Ooh! This isn't good..
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[Arthur is not the bookish type.

But when finding oneself in another world, with people and history and politics you know nothing about, in a strange school you've never heard of, surrounded by people who use magic freely as if it were normal, what is a king to do?

He'd already explored the school, but he needed more information, details, facts about what was beyond this place and where it came from. He wasn't accustomed to not knowing the lay of the land and what was happening in those surrounding his own- he didn't even have his own land, here. He may not be a king to anyone here (except Merlin), but he felt it his responsibility to learn what he could, and on his own terms- there were too many magic users around for him to be comfortable asking for secondhand information (although now that he'd had some time to get settled, he felt he may have been a bit hasty in the way he treated some of the strangers he'd met after his arrival).

And so Arthur (dressed more reasonably this time in his cadet uniform if just because it was more practical than his chainmail, but with the addition of his sword belt plus sword) found himself sitting in the library with a stack of books pulled from the shelves, spanning topics such as history, geography, and politics, which he proceeds to study carefully but doesn't hesitate to skim here and there.]
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[This place doesn't make any sense, as far as Arthur is concerned. And while interrogating what faculty he could taught him a little more about this whole school thing, it took a great deal of calm on his part not to draw his sword on them as his kidnappers. The fact that they were so congenial about the whole thing is the main reason he hasn't threatened anyone. Yet.

It wasn't until after a humbling talk with the headmaster that he calmed down and really began to look at his situation. After which he began wandering Balamb Garden, feeling unusually lost in more ways than one. A king without his kingdom, his people, was nothing more than a man. The only consolation he had was Excalibur, sheathed at his side. A small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.

So that leaves one (1) King of Camelot, in full chainmail, a bright red cape, and a crown, wandering around exploring the place. And occasionally asking questions, because displacement aside, he's not exactly up to date on the modern technology.]


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