Having sorted her things out or at least the ones that she considered to be important, Kotone sat down and waited for the inevitable: classes to start, and the class to 'subtly' edge away from her seat, even though that should be more or less impossible in a grid and name-based seating system. Her roommate... was pretty much ignored, unfortunately for the pale girl; the younger of the two was certain that she was just putting on an act... and was also annoyed by the displayed over-familiarity. it wasn't as if she was going to stick around long, politeness would help.

The buns, however, threw her right off, and Kotone took them with a brief 'thank you'... and then began to stare at them intensely, as if they were, in fact, poisoned. Why else would someone give her buns for free? She had the money to pay for things, and she wasn't popular at all... so free gifts were dangerous. Doubly so when it came to food.

Himawari watched, glaring, as Rika returned, having finally realized that she wasn't wearing her uniform. Stupid girl, running off like that and forgetting something so important! She remained still, arms folded, as she turned and watched the girl proceed back into their room. A few moments later, she followed her inside, still keeping her arms crossed over her chest. She was about to do some reprimanding herself, telling the girl just how dumb leaving her uniform behind would be, before Rika spoke again. And what she said... was... was...

Himawari's cheeks heated up, flushing red at the incredibly bizarre, embarrassing claim.

"A-are you some kind of stripper?!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air as the girl retreated and shut herself into the closet. What kind of person was her new roommate?! Saying that... saying... what did she even... why would she say that?! What would make anyone say that?! "P-pervert! Weirdo!"

The one drawing would suffice for Cho's hung-up art today. However much she liked them, she'd learned over the years that most people needed a bit to adjust to each painting or illustration Cho created, and too much at once could have nightmare-inducing effects. At least, that was how it was with last year's roommate. Cho still smiled every time she thought about that. This Nadeshiko girl seemed okay, though she stuttered a lot. Not that Cho was complaining! Certainly not! Zipping up the bag of gruesome artworks, Cho set it and her other bags - a white suitcase and a white duffel - on her bed, and turned to smile at her roommate. "Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri. Nice to meet ya; I'm Cho Housen." Holding out a hand and a smile, she added "Don't forget it."

So far, the start of a school year looked like the start of any other.

Once again, Makoto was left pouting with dissatisfaction as her search for a Fitting Name was interrupted. Naming things was hard, how was she supposed to do it herself?! Man, for an underling, this Regan girl was really demanding...

"...Fine then," Makoto shrugged, "I shall bestow upon you a name at the stroke of midnight! Or before I go to bed. Whichever comes first! And then... I can initiate my plans..."
The diminutive monster let out a subdued, excited chuckle, reveling in her Master Plans and the progress she had already made since arriving at this school (one whole member of her army!), until she realised that she would also need to change for class.

Now grumbling to herself with annoyance, Makoto averted her gaze from her roommate's changing and gathered her uniform, heading to the bathroom to change privately. Despite her insistence on acting as Nanako of the Dark... she couldn't help but let little 'glitches' in the personality through. One of which being that she just felt a tad self-conscious undressing in front of anyone. Even her own reflection.

"No, I don't mind at all, Ru-Chan." She tore the plastic wrapper from the gummy at the perfect angle so it opened neatly, and nibbled on the coral colored candy slowly, though it was small enough to just throw in her mouth. Mira preferred to savor her food, especially peach flavored stuff since it was her favorite. Glancing over at her new friend, she wondered what was going through her mind. Mira wasn't one to make small talk, so instead of saying something pointless she continued to eat her gummies.

She figured now was a good time to get settled in, so she began unpacking her things. There was a nice dresser across the room that she would fold her night clothes, bottoms, and under garments in. She would leave a few drawers empty just in case Tohru wanted to store something, though there was another small dresser she could also use. After that, she started to hang up her day clothes, which happened to be mostly girly blouses and loose fitting dresses made of various materials and kawaii patterns. She went back to her bed to lie down, tempted to eat more gummies.

Plans, huh? Heh, this girl appeared to have quite an interesting head on her shoulders. Not that it mattered much... they were roommates. Even if she was plain, she'd have to try and be nice. Though, perhaps plain would be easier to be nice to, in the long run... She had no idea how deep this rabbit hole went, after all.

Well, it was too late to change her decision to just jump in, right? If she thought of it as a trial for her mental endurance, then she just couldn't let herself fail.

"I look forward to the alias you give me, Yamada-san." She smiles at the girl, watching as she disappears into the bathroom. Ooh, the shy type? Not used seeing so much skin? Hm~, perhaps she'd be fun to tease... A vaguely sinister grin curls Regan's lips, though she changes her mind's focus to the ever-nearing class time. She pulls her skirt on, and a thought occurs. Maybe she should order a skimpy outfit to go with her new Dark persona.

Girls are so cute when they blush...

"Yamada-saaan~, if you want to walk to classes together, you should hurry up. I'm going to head out soon." Regan, with everything in order, approached the door and stopped, giving the girl some time to finish changing and come out to join her.

The silence was a tad unnerving for Tohru, but she honestly couldn't think of what else to say, so instead she was just watching Mira unpack while she fumbled around on her guitar, playing a few riffs here and there and fiddling with the tuning knobs. She might try tuning it half a step down from her usual standard-E, it created a richer and more sinister sound, like a score to her favorite horror flick or a hellish beast growling in the vaults of Thanatos. Damn! That sounded good, but as she was trying out the new tuning on her Gibson SG, a firm knock sounded at the door, followed by the call of an authoritative voice from a man, "Honada, I know you're in there." What the hell? What was that jerk doing here? It was bad enough he had to show up here at the school, but in front of her new roommate? Especially after they were slowly becoming friends?

Tohru stood up, a bit of a grim look on her face as she nervously glanced at Mira, then back at the door, where the pounding persisted. Before she could even walk across the room to open it, it swung open, revealing an older man in....a police uniform. "Officer Nishuda.....what a pleasant surprise..." Tohru groaned at the man. "What now? Am I being sent to prison?" The cop glared headlong at the rocker before throwing at her a Slipknot duffel bag. "I wish, but no." He retorted gruffly, fixing his policeman's hat. "You left your crap down at the precinct, so Chief Matsumoto sent me to this princess-school to give it to you. Now don't thank me. If it were my choice, I'd have you packing to maximum security, but this academy should be punishment enough for you." As much as Tohru wanted to gut this bastard with her stiletto, she kept composure, just giving the cop a snarky grin, "Yeah thank you. Give the Chief my most humble regards, Nishuda. Later!" And with that, she slammed the door in Nishuda's face, but....her roommate might have seen the whole thing. "It's uh.....it's uh....." Tohru awkwardly stammered looking at Mira, beads of sweat dripping down her red hot face. Wonder how Mira might feel, since she just found out she was rooming with a convict. "So....is it time for class yet?"

Frantically, Tohru unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out what clothes she had, tossing them into a pile. It was mostly band shirts or black t's with monsters, skeletons, demons and other hellish creatures on them, and a few pairs of black and dark gray jeans frayed with numerous holes, there were even some goth skirts with fishnet stockings, and her black and white converse in case she didn't feel like wearing her demonia boots.

Takako was still slumped unceremoniously across her bed when her roommate walked in. When she saw who it was she leapt to her feet so fast that she almost unbalanced and fell over. As it was she was left windmilling her arms for a moment before she managed to regain her composure. Takako's face went a little red when she realised she probably just humiliated herself for the second time that day.

She stood staring for a moment before she realised that the girl, Miyazaki she said her name was, was waiting for her response and she was just standing there like a moron. "Sorry!" She blurted out suddenly and bowed a stiff greeting to Haruka. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miyazaki-senpai!" She tried to imitate the speech of a high-class lady and ended up failing miserably. "Oh!" She noticed the outstretched hand and realised that the bow wasn't enough and, still blushing, she took her senpai's hand, giving her a small smile back.

She was a very buzzy little thing, Haruka found herself being endeared towards her obvious star struck state. The hand that gripped her own was small and the hold was shaky but sound and Haruka tried a soothing smile. "Suminoe-chan, don't fret, theres no need to stand on ceremony. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me." She let go of her hand and sat down on her own bed. She tried to be as casual as possible, the only thing she wasn't particularly good at was starting and continuing conversation, being a generally quiet person. So she began getting things out of her bag and putting them places before she had to go to lessons, although that took next to no time since she had so little with her. She found her military tags though and hung them over her bed post with a smile, this was her last year, next year she could go back to army life.

At that moment she was dressed in casual clothes so she laid out her school uniform and began changing into it. She didnt really think changing in front of girls was much of a problem, military women didnt have the luxury of modesty most of the time. While she did she tried to get to know her first year. "So do you have a favourite subject?"

Mira was in the middle of opening another gummy and enjoying the idle guitar playing of her roommate when she heard the loud knocking on the door. She was surprised to see Tohru approaching the door with a grim expression, and raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the girl. What was she up to, she wondered, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the sound of the vicious knocking. She parted her lips to ask Tohru what was going on since she had a hunch her room mate knew, but just as she did that the door flung open, causing her to jump back against the wall when a cop - a stern looking guy - showed up in the doorway. He seemed awfully annoyed talking to Tohru, but Tohru looked like the casual girl she had come to know a little. Out of courtesy, she looked away like she wasn't paying attention when Tohru looked back at her, and pretended to be in the middle of braiding a piece of her pink hair. Precinct?

When Tohru finished up with the officer, she glanced at her roomie and flashed her a pleasant smile. Mira wasn't quite sure if she heard right, and really didn't feel like intruding on anyone's business, especially so close to class time. She didn't want Tohru to feel uncomfortable on her first day back at the academy. Luckily for her, her room mate broke the silence by asking what time it was. She exhaled lightly, not even realizing she had been holding her breath the whole time. "Oh... Um," She looked at her wrist watch and back to Tohru, "Maybe a half an hour or so? I'm not too sure as things are always disorganized on the first day." She blushed, sensing Tohru's nervousness after the accident.

After Tohru turned her back, she studied her intently as she started unpacking the bag the cop gave her, it was clearly hers as it seemed to fit perfectly with everything she pulled out of the bag. She giggled to herself. It was so funny how much her new room mate differed from her when it came to... Pretty much everything. She didn't mind the differences though, it made her like Ru-Chan even more. She was already winning against her former roommate.

It was hard to see properly in the darkness of the closet, but Rika somehow managed to fit herself properly into the uniform, her skirt a little higher then most but still passable, and a pink hair clip snapped in place above her right ear, although it wasn't fulfilling any purpose other then for looks. She wanted at least a little bit of style to show through, even if it was as simple as a single hairclip. Go to overboard and she'd be violating the dress code and could get in trouble, which wouldn't look good for her career if it was a serious enough offense. She used this moment of solitude to take a couple of deep breaths to try and regain her composure. She probably couldn't make the situation any worse right now, so she might as well try her luck once more at making things right again before they had to go to class. She didn't have much time for any theatrics. Something short and sweet. Forget about what anime clichés might work out for her. Try to be more real.

"You can do this Rika!" She thought to herself, slapping her cheeks with the palms of her hands. Perhaps Himawari could have heard the noise or perhaps not. It would have been muffled by the door. She slide it open and stepped out, a bright, reassuring smile on her face perfected through her acting career.

"My apologies, Himawari-San. That was just a silly joke. I'm actually a voice actress, see?" As she said this she walked over to one of the plushies on the desk she had acted for, held it up by her face and moved it around as if it was a puppet, speaking in it's high pitched voice, "Please forgive me, Himawari-san!"

Himawari spent her time in a very reasonable manner: Glaring at the closet door. So, she had a stripping idiot for a roommate. Just great! What next, she was some kind of molester too? Was she the type who got touchy-feely with other girls on the train?! Himawari's mind was suddenly flooded with images of 'accidental' incidents caused by utter, immense perversion! Oh no, no way, this wasn't going to go any further!

As Rika left the closet, Himawari eyed her cautiously. She was prepared for anything stupid or perverted that the girl would do! What she... wasn't exactly prepared for, though, was an apology. And... an explanation, even... one that sounded more plausible then the whole stripping thing. But no way, this was still suspiscious. How did she know this wasn't some excuse so perversion would be easier to carry out?! And then... and then... Rika picked up one of her plushies, a purple octopus and... that voice... It was... it... it... it was so adorable! It fit Tako-chan(the plushie, of course, had a name. Why wouldn't it?) so perfectly well, and... and... Himawari was briefly entranced. Her mouth curled into a smile, and opened slightly, as her eyes shined, momentarily entirely focused on the plushie. She clasped her hands together in front of her.

"Waah..."

So... so-

She came back to her senses, shaking her head.

"... Th-th-that doesn't mean you're not some weirdo too!" she quickly cried, "You.. you... it'll take a lot more then that to prove you're not! And put Tako-chan down!"

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Having sorted her things out or at least the ones that she considered to be important, Kotone sat down and waited for the inevitable: classes to start, and the class to 'subtly' edge away from her seat, even though that should be more or less impossible in a grid and name-based seating system. Her roommate... was pretty much ignored, unfortunately for the pale girl; the younger of the two was certain that she was just putting on an act... and was also annoyed by the displayed over-familiarity. it wasn't as if she was going to stick around long, politeness would help.

The buns, however, threw her right off, and Kotone took them with a brief 'thank you'... and then began to stare at them intensely, as if they were, in fact, poisoned. Why else would someone give her buns for free? She had the money to pay for things, and she wasn't popular at all... so free gifts were dangerous. Doubly so when it came to food.

Mikasa watched as Kotone-san took the box of sweet buns and stared at them intensely. She couldn't help but laugh, more because she was nervous than anything else. Did she not like sweet buns? Did Kotone-san think they wouldn't taste good? "It's not poisoned, promise." She joked innocently with an honest smile. She decided not to dwell on it though. She went back to her bag and began to pull out piles of clothes. Bringing her clothes to the dresser she began to stack each article of clothes in a drawer until full.

That little smile helped to calm Tohru's nerves a bit, but she was still reeling with anxiety even after Officer Nishuda left her alone. She felt as though she owed Mira an explanation as to how the Tokyo Police know her, but....how would this cute girl react to it, a felon in her midst. The worst would be she would avoid Tohru forever, or blurt it out to the whole school that her roommate's street trash (not like they knew that already). Tohru didn't even want to consider the outcome of this abrupt and mortifying meeting. Ignoring it, she kept unpacking her duffel bag, listening to Mira say that it was maybe half an hour before classes started. Good. That gave the girl enough time to cool off. Mira didn't seem all to fazed by the incident, but it was hard for Tohru to read the chick's mind and figure out what she was honestly thinking of her new roomie. "Oh uh....true." She hesitantly replied scratching the back of her head. Tohru just had to think of something to occupy her thoughts, keep away the negative vibes that were encroaching on her fragile mind. Wait, an idea! Maybe all Tohru needed was a stroll around the campus. Yeah, that could work, and....she could hang out more with Mira before class.

"So....." But when she tried to ask the pink haired girl to go with her, she felt as if her throat was seizing shut, forcing her to battle her mind just to say a few words. "So....you think we have enough time to....go for a walk?" Zero points for the delivery, but an A for effort at least. "I mean it's....it's been a while since I've been here, and I just wanna familiarize myself with where everything is." True, she had been gone for some time, but not just from Lilium, from the outside world as well. Where were most of her summers spent? Jail usually, four walls of thick cement and a gate of cold, rusted iron. Some paradise... "So...you wanna go?" Tohru prayed Mira would say yes.

Kotone opened the box, took out one of the buns... and held it out towards her roommate, doing her best to make absolutely sure that they were safe to eat before even considering eating the things. It meant sacrificing one delicious, delicious bun if they were fine... but that was much better than dying a horrible painful death from a bun stuffed full of arsenic or some similarly toxic substance. The loss of sugar would be mourned in due time, of course.

"Prove it."

Mira saw that Tohru was starting to turn around, so she looked away innocently. She didn't want Tohru to know she had been studying her as she unpacked, that would be creepy on her part. So... She heard her room mate start to say something, causing her to look back at her roomie with a wide-eyed, inquisitive expression. Naturally, she smiled at Tohru when she asked her to go for a walk. It was getting boring in the room waiting for class to start, and a change of scenery would help improve both their moods... Not that Mira wasn't already in a good mood, but Tohru was visibly stressed about that cop coming to the school. Mira felt it was her duty as her new friend to make sure Tohru was okay.

"Yes, Ru-chan! I'd love to go. Maybe we can get a chance to enjoy looking at the Cherry Blossoms without being outside for P.E.?" Mira grinned when she said that, trying not to appear too excited about Tohru wanting to hang out. It was one of the rare times that anyone asked her to hang outside of class. Maybe because she had a reputation for being a very busy person. Though, that was partly her fault for never taking an interest in socializing outside of class.
Sliding off of her bed, she landed on her feet and grabbed the pair of black patent leather, two inch Mary Jane shoes she had on earlier. They matched perfectly with her ankle socks, which she had picked for their kawaii lace trim.

"Okay, Ru-Chan! Let's go." She said, walking over to the door and holding it open for her. Mira second guessed herself, wondering if Tohru would find it weird that she was holding the door for her. In reality, Mira was used to people holding doors for her, but this was different, she reasoned with herself. Friends are supposed to do things for each other.
Shaking the thought from her head, she waited for Tohru to go out. When she did, she would shut the door behind her and follow Tohru wherever she wanted to go on the campus.

...Oh hey, there as her schedule. It was crumpled up in one of her pockets. With that set aside, Makoto quickly changed into her uniform, adjusting it as necessary with the aid of the mirror. With that done, she looked herself over, looking for any imperfections.

"...The perfect disguise," Makoto nodded in satisfaction. Then, a little more quietly, added, "This uniform really is quite nice...maybe I look a little cute...?"
As she tried looking in the mirror again, she heard Regan calling for her. Almost dutifully, she hurriedly snatched up her timetable and hurried out of the bathroom, only remembering she was supposed to be Dark and Evil after she had come to a stop at Regan's side.

"Um... do not rush one of my caliber, mere General!" Makoto demanded, dramatically pointing in a desperate attempt to hide her very faint flush, "I attend these pointless classes at my own pace!"

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Kotone opened the box, took out one of the buns... and held it out towards her roommate, doing her best to make absolutely sure that they were safe to eat before even considering eating the things. It meant sacrificing one delicious, delicious bun if they were fine... but that was much better than dying a horrible painful death from a bun stuffed full of arsenic or some similarly toxic substance. The loss of sugar would be mourned in due time, of course.

"Prove it."

Hearing the taller girl speak up it brought her attention away from her task. Seeing the out stretched offering she raised a brow inquisitively. Was she serious or was she playing along with the joke? Either way Mikasa would play along to appease Kotone's wishes for whatever reason. She smiled kindly and crossed the room. Stopping before Kotone-san she took the sweet bun from her hands and brought it to her lips. Taking a big bite she chewed and swallowed. Smiling once more she spoke, "See? No poi.. ngg..." She groaned and got a pained look in her face. She grasped at her throat, her eyes growing wide as if she were choking. She then fell to the ground motionless. As she laid without a movement she did her best to not laugh as she stayed that way for a few moments.

Regan was about to head out on her own, but here comes Yamada. Ooh, she looked pretty cute in the uniform! She felt like she filled it out a little too much, herself. Certain kinds of outfits just look better with... less, and the school uniform tended to be one of those cases. Not that complaining would get her anything, and having them any smaller would be... strange, at this point. The reduced weight would be welcome, though, it'd make moving around easier, but... ah, it was just proof of her strength, that's all.

She giggles as the girl next to her go through her routine again. The taller one rolls her eyes and just puts her hand on Yamada's shoulder, drawing her in against her side. "Yes, yes. Anyway, let's go. Ah, wait a moment." She'd almost forgotten. She grabs a long, thin bag from the corner, with a zipper that goes around at the top. It has a strap and rests diagonally against her back. A sword is kept within... one of her mother's demands. Regan must always keep a sword with her. Her sword. Something about it being an extension of her body. She didn't see the benefit of carrying it everywhere, but it was part of her training, so she shouldn't complain.

It is an old tradition.

Unless you'd know from experience, it wasn't easy to tell what it was just by looking, anyway. "Ok, now let's go." With that, she opens the door and steps out, waiting for Yamada to come out after. She would walk with her roommate, down the stairs and out the door of the dormitory, heading toward the main class building at a lazy pace. Hopefully, they'd meet some people along the way, but if she only got a little closer to her roommate, that would be fine.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri, Room 203

"Um, eheh, um..." Timidly, Nadeshiko's trembling hand took hold of Cho's lightly, a perverse grin spreading across her face. She had made physical contact! That was almost like sex, right? She couldn't wait to get online and brag about it! "N-nice to m-m-meet you too, um, Cho, eheh..."

Realizing she might end up creeping out her roommate if she didn't let go, and also the fact that the excitement had caused her to sweat a bit, she reluctantly pulled her arm back to her chest before lightly lying down on her bed, not bothering to unpack anything just yet.

"S-so..." she said, turning her head towards Cho, still smiling that perverted smile. "Are y-you... Gonna get ch-ch-changed for c-class n-now?"