[color=BC8F8F][b][h3]Card Shop, One Week Prior/Now/Then/Maybe/Time flows strangely in this land...[/h3][/b][/color]

Maisy gave a slight nod. She doubted that she'd be picking up any cards from an archetype like that, but she'd sure keep an eye out for anything if she stumbled upon one in a pack. Once Vincent and Hayate were gone, Maisy yawned and rose from her seat to return to her dorm room, figuring that everything would be back to normal tomorrow anyways. Her routine finished with her teeth sparkly and plaque-free and her breath reeking of Listerine, and with her being clad in a set of mauve flannels as she curled up in her bed. [b][color=BC8F8F]"Night Jack...[/color][/b] she said before burying herself beneath her blanket and heading off to dreamland.

[color=BC8F8F][b][h1]One Week Later...[/h1][/b][/color]

Maisy awoke like she now-normally did when Melchior's alarm screamed at her to get up...she got up and acted like the British were coming, getting the heck up and getting dressed and ready as fast as she possibly could manage. On some days she even showed up with some buttons on her uniform buttoned one notch too high, though she'd usually straighten it out after breakfast. It didn't really bug her beyond the fact that it was uneven, but she imagined it'd bug other's so she'd just fix it and say nothing.

Her weekdays prior to that particular day mostly consisted of scoping out other people's duels, since she wanted to learn more of the basics herself before she rushed into more duels...a 1-3 Losing Streak was bad enough, but she also had the feeling that if she kept it up she might be pushed into Earth Dorm. As much as she thought that wouldn't be the case this early on, she still didn't want to chance it unless the chance was too good to pass up. Besides, she almost had enough cards to start bulk-buying packs of her own to start beefing up her Fabled deck, so it'd be for the best if she didn't challenge people Willy-Nilly.

Of course today she was pretty sure that she'd be turned into a human pretzel and have to join a dueling circus as "The Amazingly Mediocre Pretzel Girl" once she realized that in having watched someone's duel to the end...she was late. Like, not super late, only a few minutes, but she'd definitely heard plenty of whispering from the student body about how terrifying Transformer was if you broke the rules. And she knew...she could have sworn remembering seeing a recording of his duels with someone who might have cheated...They quit dueling forever and had a limp for the rest of their life. Breaking into a cold sweat, Maisy would rush to the relevant floor and rushed into the room, panting and clutching her chest. [color=BC8F8F][b]"S-S-Sorry I'm late Sir!"[/b][/color] she said, before making her way to a desk, shivering in her seat a little. He was so cool...but so freaking scary!