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MOVING DAY

[ the school grounds are swamped with cargo-filled vehicles, and people all around are exchanging teary-eyed goodbyes with family members and lugging heavy bags full of their belongings around. it's going to be a busy day of settling in, newcomers, but you can probably commiserate and help each other bring in your belongings, before relaxing outside with ice cream that the RAs are giving out as a reward for your efforts. fun times! ]

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Wait, seriously?! That's my room! [Sanary is now looking you over appraisingly and not bothering to hide it.] So you're Youmu, huh? Well, I guess you don't look like a slob.

[Help? Did she fail to make it clear that she definitely doesn't need any?] Give me a break. If we're both looking for the same thing, it's not really a matter of one person helping the other. We might as well walk together, though. Come on! [And now she's hauling the carriage down the hall.] I'm Sanary, by the way — in case you weren't paying attention when they sent out room information.

Ah, so you're my -- N-No, I'm not a slob at all, I keep... Ah, right, right...

[Talk about abrasive personality. Youmu hefts her bags up a little, then follows after her. Come on, pleasantries, Youmu, pleasantries.]

I do remember your name from the informational packet I received. It's nice to meet you at last, I'm sure we'll, ah, get along just fine.

Glad to hear it! You can use my microwave any time you want as long as you don't make a mess of it, but if you want a fridge to use, you'll have to get your own.

Huh! Looks like there is an elevator down here after all! [What a relief! ...Except that it looks like the monster luggage carriage might not actually be able to fit into it.] ...oh. You... may need to go ahead.

Ah, thank you... [She speaks so quickly that it takes her a moment to recall what she was thanking her for.] Er, no, you should go on ahead! I can take the stairs, it's, it's good exercise, after all!

[She turns back to the stairs.] I'll see you at the room, I suppose!

All right. Thanks. See you there!

[And now to cram herself and all her stuff into the elevator. At least it's a short ride.]

[...Golly, that's a lot of stuff. No matter, time to head up the stairs and to the room. It's 201, so surely it can't be far away.]

[At the top of the stairs, she locates the room and digs in her pocket for the key, twisting the knob open with it and stepping inside. It's a nice room, quite sizable for a dormitory. Two beds, one on each side of the room... Ahh, which one should she take? They're more or less the same, of course, but it's going to be where she sleeps for quite awhile, she'd best choose carefully.]

[Standing out of the doorway, she ponders the two beds.]

Aw, you beat me.

[Sanary comes in right behind you, looking mildly disappointed and out of breath.]

I guess that means you get to pick sides. Just don't take too long at it. I want to get unpacked as soon as possible and go exploring.

Yes, I was just in the midst of that.

[Ponder. Ponder. This is an important decision, not one to take lightly. Definitely not one to take lightly. It will be her bed for quite some time, she must make this decision with utmost thought and consideration of all pros and cons.]

[She... places... a bag on the left bed.]

[Yes.]

[This is a good decision.]

[She nods.]

[The moment you make a move, Sanary begins disassembling her tower of luggage. She has a fair amount of clothes and shoes as well as what appears to be a small collection of fantasy novels, but most of the space in her suitcases seems to be taken up by things like a desk lamp, a portable fan, a dustbuster, a pencil sharpener, a laptop, an external hard drive, a printer, an aquarium (thankfully currently empty of fish), and... is that a sword?

Some of this was actually packed inside of the refrigerator and microwave.

The floor and desk space on the right side of the room is soon dominated and subdued. Sanary looks it over approvingly, clearly pleased with her own practicality. Ah yes, she is prepared for anything!]

[...oh, goodness, she has a lot of stuff. Youmu can't help but watch a little, a bit amazed at her practicality of utilizing the refrigerator and microwave as a stoIS THAT A SWORD??]

Do you train, as well? What style do you practice? Perhaps if the school allows it we could train together!

[Oh boy OH BOY DID SHE LUCK OUT WITH A ROOMMATE, this is splendid. Splendid!]

Do I train at wha— [Oh, she's looking at her sabre.] Fencing? You know it! I've been learning ever since I was old enough to hold a sabre — which is my weapon, since you ask.

I'm going to join the official team or club, obviously, but I'm up for private training too if you are!

Fencing? How interesting. [She unzips her longer bag, taking out two swords -- one short, one long.] It's good to know I'm not the only practitioner. I hope there are others, as well.

[She hums and begins to unload her clothes and toiletries, not having much else in her bags.]

[What the... Okay, those swords definitely aren't for fencing. Sanary is quickly coming to the conclusion that you are a much cooler girl than she initially gave you credit for, but she's determined to stay cool herself.]

So then, what, uh, style do you practice?

...can I see those? Are they sharp?

Ah, a two-handed style! It's been passed down for some time. [She sets down a pile of clothes, undoing the cloth around the hilt.] They're rather sharp, so do be careful. [And goes back to the task of sorting her clothes and other small things she brought.]

[Well, that's not as informative as she'd hoped. But oh my gosh, it sounds so cool!] Passed down through what, if you don't mind my asking?

[Sanary exams the swords carefully and just barely manages to restrain herself from stabbing the air with them. Cool, cool, cool! ...But kind of a problem. She'd figured her sabre wouldn't violate the no weapons policy since it's dull and buttoned and not really much more dangerous than a large stick. That argument might not sound as convincing if there are actual swords lying around the dorm room, though.] Where do you plan to keep these?

My school, I suppose! The Konpaku school, it must be called... Though it's been quite some time since I've seen my teacher.

[She watches her study them, not very worried... until she poses the question.] Ah, well, I was thinking about just keeping them under my bed here, but... W-Well, I mentioned very briefly that I had them when I applied, but I was not told I couldn't bring them, that only firearms were forbidden, if I recall... Do you think it will be an issue?

I see! [She doesn't, really, but close enough for now.]

Well, if they told you that, I'm sure it's fine! If someone has a problem with it, you can just direct them to whoever gave you the go-ahead.

I guess I should have asked this earlier, but what year are you? I'm year four.

Right, yes... Hopefully it won't be any trouble, I, I keep them tied shut often.

Ah, I'm your senior them! I'm a fifth year. [Smile!] I'll be sure to look after you. [--Oh, she might not take that well -- ] If you need it, that is...!

I definitely won't need it!

But I guess you have to say that, huh? You really are a proper lady. I suppose I could learn a thing or two from you.

A, a proper lady...?

[Man, she's never considered herself that. If anything, one of the reasons she came here was to become one... or at least gain the discipline of one.]

W-Well, I'll do my best!

Well, you could stand to work on the stammering. [Yeah, she's still going to tease you.] But of course you are! You stayed cool and collected even when I gave you a hard time, and you're trained in some kind of special ancient sword technique. That's very ladylike.

Let's both do our best.

Yes, the... stammering. [She's working on it, alright.] Well, the -- it's really not that impressive, but... Ahh, if you say so.

[And then she smiles.]

We'll give it our all.

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