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Post by Captain Admin on Dec 7, 2016 19:35:07 GMT
Accommodation still not sorted? Until the university can find you a space in the main halls of residence, this grey six-storey block is where you will be staying. The cramped rooms, undersized beds and lack of storage may leave a lot to be desired, but isn't that all part of the student experience? The hallways are fairly spacious, and are a popular social space, as most of the communal kitchens are not left in the best of conditions by people cooking with the few hobs and microwaves that are available.
Downstairs, a common room can be found for use by residents and visitors. It's populated by a couple of snack machines, several comfy chairs and sofas and a few coffee tables. Go through the door at the back of the common room and you'll find yourself at the front desk of the accommodation centre, where all students can come to seek help and advice with any housing issues.
The stairs are stark and sticky; the single lift has a reputation as an everyone's-done-it-there make-out spot; and there is always somebody, somewhere in the building, trying to complain their way into one of the proper accommodation blocks.
But, hey. For the time being, it's home.
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Post by Zero on Dec 15, 2016 13:53:30 GMT
Alex pushed through the door into the common room. He had no desire to be stuck in the claustrophobic room that had been picked out for him, nor did he want to get swept up in the protest going on in the SU. Something about it made him uneasy. As much as he wanted Olympus off his campus, the protest felt like a foundation for anti-superhuman hate. Superhumans weren't the issue. More often than not, they were victims of everybody else's intolerance. Olympus was just another way for the government to control them.
Going over to one of the vending machines, Alex shoved a few coins into it and keyed in the code for a Pepsi. He grabbed the drink and fell into one of the common room's sofas. A couple of other students were about, though they looked absorbed in whatever they were doing on their laptops, and so Alex put in an earphone and started scrolling through Facebook on his phone.
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Post by cyzici on Dec 15, 2016 20:20:33 GMT
James strolled towards the accommodation block. The dull, brutalist, architecture reminded him of home, all squared flats and narrow windows. He had already unpacked (mostly) and stood aimlessly in the lobby for a few minutes. He could go up to his room and listen to the neighbours get unpacked by their parents, but the common room probably had coffee. Crappy, vending machine coffee, but coffee. He needed coffee.
He headed into the irritatingly gaudily decorated common room (why do common rooms always look like they were decorated by schoolkids from the 90s?) and fed coins into the coffee machine (50p coffee, must remember this place) He snatched at the too-thin cup, took a sip (never mind, it isn't worth 50p) and looked around the room. A couple of other students appeared to be about, though they looked absorbed in whatever they were doing on their laptops and phones, and so James sat down on the other end of one of the long sofas and started to enjoy (enjoy?) tolerate consume his coffee.
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Post by Sleuth on Dec 18, 2016 12:35:48 GMT
Ed wandered into the common room, hucking her empty cup at the bin and managing to bounce it in. Unpacking, despite the fact that she definitely needed to do it at some point, was crushingly boring and she gave up only part way through. She was also hungry again, after abandoning most of her sandwich at the cafe.
She made her way over to one of the vending machines while fishing some change out of her pockets and tried to decide between stale fruit bars and centuries old Doritos. There were desiccated moths in the machine and a thick layer of dust inside that were wholly unappetizing, and she scanned the room for a distraction so she didn't have to choose. She spotted James nursing a cup of coffee, already with bags under his eyes and an expression that said he was drinking this out of necessity rather than for enjoyment.
"I've been on this campus maybe two hours," she said loudly, directing the comment at James, "and you're the second kid I've seen who's already hoping for a long weekend or quick end to your suffering. Is this what universities are like or did I just get lucky that way?"
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Post by cyzici on Dec 18, 2016 20:24:40 GMT
James looked up at the tall, loud, woman who had just walked in with a look of irritation. Then he smiled a little and sipped the last dregs of the (terrible, honestly truly terrible) coffee.
"Only the second?" he replied "you must be a fresher too. I figure everyone looks like this pretty soon, they just airbrush it out of the brochures."
He waved vaguely to the seat in front of him with the empty coffee cup, inviting her to sit down.
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Post by Sleuth on Dec 18, 2016 20:57:10 GMT
Ed plopped down into the seat, stretching out her long legs. "That obvious, huh? The way you lot talk, I might has well be walking around with a flashing neon sign declaring it to the world at large." She scratched at her chin and shrugged. "Must get an eye for it. I was at the rally in the Square and I don't think I saw bags like yours on anybody that hadn't already moved in."
She dug out her notepad and flicked through the pages, retrieving the pencil from behind her ear. "If it's just freshers that are so bright-eyed and brushy-tailed, how come there's that protest going on in the SU? Surely the new kids ain't got the connections for it." She flicked her eyes around the room and pointed at Alex, hunched over his phone. "And what do you suppose is his deal? Looking tired, I get -- he looks like he just stepped in dog shit in new shoes."
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Post by cyzici on Dec 18, 2016 22:04:22 GMT
"I dunno what the protest was all about, probably some anti-super crap. I saw them starting up earlier when Captain Omega was talking. Students, eh?" James smiled wryly again. "Then again I guess we're students now, probably meant to be marching up and down with signs and stuff.I was never much good at protesting though."
He leant back on the sofa, yawning. "normally I would say I always look like this, but I actually slept like four hours last night, what with packing and all. Why does the bloody university have to be in London?"
"dunno about that guy, he hasn't looked up from his phone since he got here"
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Dec 18, 2016 22:26:07 GMT
Herbert entered through the door, looking back at Aurora, waiting for her lead. Both he and Lucio looked a little nervous and because of this, they stuck together, like a very uncool, unthreatening tag team.
Herbert had grown up with Supers and he had seen Supervillians but that dark haired dude on the sofa looked like someone to avoid.
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Post by Mittens on Dec 18, 2016 22:51:16 GMT
"-now I'm not accusing you all of being a timocracy but, c'mon, that vote was totally a tyranny of the majority. Finding the lecture halls would've been far more useful..." Lucio was still grumbling as he followed Herbert into the common room. He paused as he looked around.
"Well, this place looks worryingly like a prison. I didn't get a proper look at it when I first moved in, and now I'm glad I didn't." As he was scanning the room, he spotted Ed talking to someone, her back to the door. Lucio waved enthusiastically but stopped quickly when he remembered that people did not have eyes in the back of their heads. Instead, he decided on a dynamic entrance to say hello to one of his new friends.
He sprinted towards the sofa and attempted to vault over it and land squarely next to Ed, but mid-leap his foot caught on the very tip of the back of the furniture and he was flung face-first into the cushion. While it didn't really hurt, he ended up getting far too well-acquainted with the tastes and smells the ancient cushion had. He never knew dust had a flavour until now, but it certainly did and it was disgusting. Legs still in the air, he pushed his head up to announce;
"In my mind that looked much better. I'm just going to stay here for a while, ok?" before lowering his head back down to the cushion of vaulting shame.
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Post by cyzici on Dec 18, 2016 22:54:09 GMT
"now there's an entrance"said james, chuckling.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 18, 2016 23:41:11 GMT
Olem stomped into the dingy grey building labelled ‘Accommodation’ on his map. He adjusted the strap of his large backpack and placed the slightly bigger bag he was holding on the floor.
“This seems like the right place” he murmured to himself, fumbling with a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket. Kicking his bag forward, he made his way towards the front desk.
“Can I help you Sir?” A lady behind the desk asked, looking up from her computer.
“Yes, I believe you can. I booked a room here for term, under Mr Tamas.” He pulled out a wad of paper from inside a different pocket in his coat, and slammed it onto the desk.
“I’ll have a quick browse through this sir, be with you shortly. In the meantime, please take a seat in the common area, and I’ll come and fetch you when you’re ready.”
“Thanks” he grunted, and picked up his bag, making his way over to the common area.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Dec 19, 2016 0:09:03 GMT
Aurora blinked. How they ended up at the accommodation block; she will never know. She pinched the bridge of her nose and glanced to see if Signe had followed. 'This must be what being a parent feels like. You vote on one thing and appear somewhere else.'she thought. It wasn't too bad. There seemed to be a lot of faces in the common room, and it was probably a good idea for the freshers to surround themselves with their own kind.
Aurora watched Lucio vault forward. He had a childish charm. 'I wonder how long that will last here.' She then looked at Herbert. 'And his energy...' her thoughts then flickered to Ed. 'By third year, she'll be thanking the Gods for tomato scraps.'
She held her hand up as greeting to the new guy, but now the group was so big, her voice had disappeared.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Dec 19, 2016 0:54:49 GMT
Olem noticed a new group of people coming into the building. He absentmindedly grunted at them in greeting, and chose a chair to sit on, withdrawing a small leather bound book from within his coat. He leaned back in the chair, opening it slowly, and began to read it’s contents, quietly reading it aloud to himself. He briefly looked up to see who was in the room with him, before returning his attention to the book in his hand.
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Post by Lullaby on Dec 19, 2016 10:14:27 GMT
Signe hovered awkwardly by the door. She was starting to wonder why she had even bothered and left the Café in the first place. Freshers... She sighed. I don't know. Ask for directions and then charge off. She muttered to herself in Danish.
"Jeg ved ikke, hvorfor jeg gider." She should have just kept up with the writing. Hell, Sigyn may have met other heroes by now. She would need help to beat the troll after all. She thought to herself. And when would be the appropriate time to bring the ravens back in? Her eyes went a little glassy as she retreated into her own thoughts.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Dec 19, 2016 10:20:21 GMT
Herbert protested to Lucio (before he threw himself onto the couch).
"It's not like I was trying to change a vote," he protested "I kinda thought we'd been there." Time was an ADHD thing; moments passed in blurs, or events slowed to a crawl. It was bound to confuse anyway. To any extent, that was far too lame to say so instead, Herbert lied, "I don't know, I think I misheard actually." Herbert blushed furiously; superhuman hearing? Not his superpower.
Of course we spared the shame that Lucio would certainly have directed towards him, because at that moment the dark haired guy had sprinted off and, seemingly, tripped over a sofa. Judging from the fact he wasn't getting up, Herbert would have bet he'd knocked himself out too.
Just as Herbert pondered this, he saw Aurora looking strangely in his direction. His grey eyes fixed onto hers before he realised that was being a creep and jerked his head away with inhuman speed.
His eyes fell upon a new figure by the reception desk; another dodgy looking figure. Herbert thought he'd have to be careful.
His mind turned back to Aurora and why she was looking at all of them sadly, and him strangely. It must be due to a rather premature admission of his parents origin. He groaned to himself and half walked/half dashed over to check on Lucio.
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hope your grandad gets better 
(of my fanfic that is haha)