01 | action, cafeteria... or training center

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

[First day in a brand new world... Strangely enough, Olette's finding it pretty okay. Once the initial shock sets in and she's pretty sure that she can't return home, she decides she's going to make the most of it!

... Well, she was going to make the most of it. She only had to make one step into the Training Center to quickly realize that she wasn't really cut out for military life. Her, fight? That sounded more like something Sora or Hayner'd do. Not her. She wasn't the fighter.

So instead, after that rough wake-up call, she marches to the cafeteria with her letter and catalog and peruses it there. Since there really wasn't a free chair - most of the kids had dragged those off to other tables - she decides to instead sit on the table. With her legs crossed, she situates herself on the top of the table and carefully reads the catalog from cover to cover.

For a military school, this place doesn't seem that scary... not on paper, at least.]

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[suriyan.livejournal.com]

Really? [She immediately sighs of relief, placing a hand over her heart.] Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[Danny shakes his head, playing with a bread roll on his tray.]

No, you're definitely not. I don't think there's really any choice in who gets stuck here, it could be anyone--even regular folks who aren't into the military thing.

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

Oh seriously? This Time Compression thing's that random? I guess that makes sense... for a minute, I thought I was the odd one out here.

[Danny has seriously just made her day!] So what're you majoring in?

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

My major's Intelligence. I...haven't really started taking any really Intelligence-y classes yet, though.

What are you thinking of majoring in?

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

Well, I bet you'll get there eventually! For me, I'm thinking International Business. I kind of want to double-up for my majors, but I'm not sure what I'd go with... I'm not much of a fighter, so it'd be pointless to take those classes.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Well, there are still lots of other majors that don't have any fighting!

But, uh...I'm pretty sure everyone has to take at least a few fighting classes. I'm...not really looking forward to them.

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

[She's liking this guy more and more!] Me either! Hey, I know!

[she giggles, taking out a blank page from the catalog and blocking out a rough timetable:] Why don't we study for them together? I'm gonna try and arrange my schedule so that we have some of the same classes.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, sure! Almost all my classes this quarter are required for everyone, anyway, heh.

Here, let me just--

[Danny places the tray on the table at his side and digs around in his bag for a piece of paper showing his schedule (http://totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com/24503.html#cutid1).]

Here it is.

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

Oh? Then that makes my life even more easier! [She hums, neatly copying his schedule on her piece of paper for reference. Her handwriting's pretty neat, so it's legible even from a distance.]

I don't know what I'll be taking - though Home Ec looks nice - so maybe it'll be mostly required stuff and then a few fun ones.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I figured getting the required stuff out of the way first would be a good idea.

Uh--Home Ec? What's Home Ec?

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

Home Economics. You know, it's a class that teaches you how to cook and sew and stuff. [she giggles] I'm debating between that or Tailoring.

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

Oh! Ha, wow, that actually sounds pretty cool. They sound like pretty useful skills to have, anyway.

[Danny is not concerned with the silliness of Home Ec not being masculine enough.]

[suriyan.livejournal.com]

I think so too! There's nothing wrong with learning something useful that doesn't deal with a weapon.

Maybe I'll save it for next Quarter; that way, we can take it together.