first reset [action; lobby]

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<sub>[She couldn't make sense of how she got here or why; the letter had talked about Time Compression, but what was that? Something to do with the flow of time, she had guessed, sure, but a Sorceress? Did that mean a Witch brought her here? Homura wasn't sure, exactly, but it seemed that for now, she'd have to get adjusted to this new school environment... sort of. She wasn't sure what she'd do without Madoka to help her with things, though.

Still with the letter in hand, Homura finds herself entering the lobby, looking around nervously.]</sub>

Ka... Kaname-san...? Mami-san...? _{What do I do now...?}

[ Action || Dormitories ]

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[When he first transportalized into the Balamb Garden dormitories, he was confused. He was sure he'd entered the warp gate that lead to the Land of Quartz and Melody, but Aradia was no where to be seen. Was this some new, hidden challenge level he'd randomly journeyed to? They'd only just started SGRUB, it was possible...]

[Except, the acceptance letter siting on the sleep square sort of suggested otherwise. And while he wasn't thrilled to be delayed in his mission to make Aradia his girlfriend guide the b100 team to flawless victory, the words "time compression" were involved. And if he knew anything about time shenanigans, it's that they were better off being left to the experts. And while the experts attempted to figure out how to get every one back to their own worlds, he might as well make the most out of his time here and gain ALL THE LEVELS. With any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew to miss him, mwahahahaha.]

[And the course catalog was filled with so many interesting classes... How could he ever chose?]

[He couldn't, that's how, and he spent hours pouring over the selection, putting together different combinations and specializations until finally, hunger forced him to emerge from his assigned respiteblock.]

[He made it to the front door of the dormitories before he was forced to beat a hasty retreat. It was day. Oh gee, it was the day. He'd been up all night, and now it was day, and he was hungry, and the sun was out.]

[There is now a troll pressed back against the wall opposite the main entrance, trying his darnedest not to look guilty and/or terrified. WHAT DO?]