A hush struggled to wash over the senior crowds looming over their new recruits, as individuals turned to one another to shut each other up, or to add in that one last quip before quieting themselves. Eventually it came to be that only a few small groups here and there amidst the seniors continued talking, but thankfully maintained a level of quietness that allowed for one individual in particular to speak. At the base floor of the room, the senior crowd shuffled slightly, unwilling to fully move themselves out of the way to make a path.

Most of the attention in the arrivals had been lured towards that narrow gap in the crowd, as did the attention of the senior students themselves. From it emerged a student, a girl, of particularly high confidence and -fortunately for the arrivals- possessing of a seemingly warm demeanor. She stopped a few feet from the edge of the gathered crowd and lifted up a dilapidated megaphone, apparently held together by duct tape and unafraid to display its wiring. The bell of the machine was a bent and broken bowl dish, and it was clear when she began to speak that it had lost its glorious sound.

"New students of Tower 89F; welcome!" she yelled over the microphone, her neck tensing visibly as she attempted to make up for the megaphone's shortcomings, "Your true orientation towards Second Academy begins tomorrow, but..." she paused, "but we have all been to it, and it is nothing special. It is short, boring, and chastising. I'm sure, having since stepped off the elevator, that you all understand the implications of living here. You don't need to be reminded or further explained, but they'll say it again anyways." The girl's stern look turned into a smile as her voice shifted from that of a revolutionary to an event coordinator.

"Which is why we of 89F wish to hold a more entertaining orientation for you all; one for the tower itself." She gestured towards the seniority, prompting a genuine, but short-lived cheer. Returning her attention to the arrivals, she continued, "I am Kira Aberdale, and while we don't have any definitive leaders here in 89F, I do supervise a student-run logistics group. If you need any information, help, or somesuch service, come find me or anyone else working with me. That being said, we do organize events like these each year when students arrive. Diplomacy with the staff has allowed us a single day this night to let loose without repercussion. But before we get to go crazy..." she lowered the megaphone and turned behind to seek out in the crowd someone else, who promptly jogged up to her side, a large bundle of papers in hand. The boy at her side whispered a few things into her ear before she spoke again.

"We would like to write all of your names down, so we can have a record of you guys in our Tower roster. The Academy has their own record, and usually prevents us from having better information on everyone here, but our good behavior has let us off the hook, so to speak. As soon as we write your name down, we ask you to proceed over into the center of the room here, where we will continue with introductions." Kira turned off her megaphone haphazardly, scrambling for the switch, which appeared to be rigid and somewhat stuck. She and her accompanying student walked along the front line of the new students and slowly tallied names, and took photos of each student. Many of them asked questions, but given her hurried process, she took no pause to give them a proper answer, instead noting her business and that their concerns could be clarified later on. With the entire group recorded, she flipped the megaphone back on and continued.

"I will read off the names of each new student, and I ask that they raise their hand and repeat it, along with any short information that they'd like to convey to us. We will get to know all of you on an individual basis moreso as time goes on, but for now we'd like to hear from everyone. Kira called each name, and after each student repeated it and said something quick about themselves, the seniors clapped lightly and briefly.

"Your new 89F class!" Kira shouted. Immediately the room burst into a loud cheer, though it was difficult at times to tell whether some were happy to see them, or eager to haze. A few miscellaneous items like food wrappers and long strands of toilet paper were thrown down onto the new arrivals, pelting an unfortunate few. "Continuing on, I'd like to ask the new students to split into three relatively same-sized groups so that we may give a short tour and a 'Q and A' for everyone." Kira, along with two other seniors, herded the group into three forms, splitting them off from one another before speaking before them.

Kira's group was beckoned under the ridges of the upper floors and towards a large double-door below a sign written 'DORMITORIES'. With a smile on her face, she stood at the head of the new students and yelled out without her megaphone, which had since disappeared somewhere.

"Hi there! So, as you may or may not have memorized, I am Kira Aberdale. Follow me and I'll give you guys a brief tour of some of Tower 89F's features," she said eagerly, gesturing for everyone to follow. Proceeding through the doors, the entourage followed suit, filing into the small hallway space behind her. Walking backwards she kept up her talk. "This is the floor 72 East Wing Dormitory, and the highest residence floor. This floor is dedicated only to dormitories, as is floors 64 through 71. Each houses about 300 hundred students, but given our maintained population of 3000 students, we have about 300 hundred students without their own bed, unfortunately. They usually crash out in any room that their friends will share, and we've managed to procure sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets to ease their discomfort." The hallways they shuffled through were lined with featureless steel doors, many of which possessed some sort of decoration on its face, be it a name, joke, or drawing. The number of names per door shifted between two and four randomly. A few of them were open, revealing their interiors as curious senior students watched as the tour walked by. Kira continued her guidance, going on about the other floors and what they contained; cafeterias, gardens, gyms, fields, parks, and completely empty mechanical floors which supposedly made up the majority of the tower.

Kira stopped the group in a large lounge area with a thick glass window overlooking the open interior of the ship. In the distance, several distinct towers could be made out amidst a mess of miscellaneous structures weaving about. Clapping her hands, she asked the group, "So, do we have any questions? After this you'll be free to go wherever you please. At this time, and only during this night, we have been freed from decibel restrictions, so there will be a lot of partying, games, and mingling. I'm sure you'll be able to find something to do and I encourage you to take advantage of it."