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A very tall Pyrr'ohnian was standing in the center of a dorm room doing squats. Whispering each number as her long slender legs curled up underneath her small frame. Four large mechanical arms clung to the core of the alien's body, preventing her from using them for momentum. The girl stood there every time she crouched down she would come to a near eye level with her still sleeping roommate. But who could possibly sleep on a day like today? It was orientation day! The very first day of her education in the ACE program.

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The girl's name was Samantha, or at least that's what she had been taught to tell people. She liked it, just like how she liked the school she was at, and her roommate, and cute fluffy creatures. Samantha was happy and her energy proved it. Samantha was never a slouch when it came to daily exercise but maybe 6:30 was a little early to be working out when the first orientation assembly wouldn't even begin for another four hours.

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Samantha was starting to get warm, she pondered if there was a way to request a temperature change in her room. But what if the thermostat is set to a certain temperature for the sake of her roommate? Or maybe it was for the good of the whole floor. She decided that it wasn't worth the risk to make someone uncomfortable, especially considering she still had layers to lose.

The girl looked at her clothes and began to remove her top bra and all, right before she flashed the room she realized that if her roommate woke up to her working out naked she'd think Samantha was crazy. The girl's lower two arms reached up and pulled her bra downwards while the top two removed her shirt. She then removed her shorts, but not her underwear.

There we go working out in your underwear is totally normal. Samantha thought aloud. 83-84-8---5--. The girl continued straining through her exercise. It was important to maintain a strong body, the weight of her arms contributed to a sizeable portion of her total body weight.

Ninety-eight, ninety---ninety-nine----ONE HUNDRED! Samantha burst out in victory. Realizing her error all four mechanical hands shot to cover her mouth.

@JiskDockey



Sara had been exhausted after having been asked to serve as the back up to the AI Universal Translator till it could gain a grasp on the many idioms used as language by the races of ACE. She had perhaps pushed her self beyond her physical limits but did so because of her family’s history of service and knowing how critical her ability might prove to the future of the ACE.

But it was all about literal translation, communication was more than words perfectly audible or projected; there were customs and caste restrictions and all manner of entanglements that could break down the exchange of ideas...even start wars. It was for the later reasons Sara had been chosen because as a young member of her race she was more socially adaptable and she would be able to pass on many of her lessons as had her mother while in gestation.

It was important that she adapt quickly so that her mates could be chosen and her daughters be born quickly because it had been discovered that he talent was bound tightly in her matrilineal line she was to be a subject of Parthenogenetic procreation even skirting the cloning laws and being Monogenetic. Her mother had a fit when she’d found her daughter had agreed to such procedures warning that the powers above might see her as only a brood vessel of clones; good thing Sara had concealed her innermost thoughts of polyzygotic pregnancy as the best way to speed up things.

So involved was she in her subconscious thoughts Sara was actually surprised to hear her roommate shout “100!” and unused to being taken unawares by lifeform so close in proximity she bolted up to the ceiling buoyed on her TK her covers shielding her from visual for a brief moment till her Danger sense showed no threat.

The bed clothes fell back on her sleeping pad exposing and embarrassed Sara who looked at her roommate with a sheepish smiles as she touched down

”Uh Sorry about that, I was lost in my mind and forgot I was sharing a room” she said in perfect Pyrr’ohnian even managing express her shame properly in the alien tongue.

Vizzy sat with crossed legs, eyes transfixed within the nebulous data pool flowing in the ether. Symbols, numbers, and letters floated along the endless code stream like a soothing waterfall. It was a fascinating spectacle, like watching a living and breathing computing system operate in symbiosis. The framework to allow such things to exist on ACE were composed of universal legends. These markers work like translators, spitting out a more comprehensible language for alien developers to build as one. Such an oversimplification glosses over its more finer complexities, one layered with advanced security measures to boot. Perhaps when Vizzy isn't busy partitioning his brain power into multiple avenues of pop culture and social media sites, he'll take a more comprehensive look into its progeny.

For now, he'll half-listen to the audio narration of the Pyrr'ohnian-Rakhana conflict, finish his read list of Earth's comic book classics, while vibing out to the alien compendium of Jazzy Trap Electronica, as it vibrates throughout the walls of his dorm room.

Allison "Ally" Parker



Ally was walking in circles around the backpack she had put in the center of the room. She had one hand covering her mouth and the other one on top of it, that was what she always did when she was seriously thinking about something with a great focus. "What should I say to the others? I am Ally, what is your name? No, that is too straight. I am an Angel and you? No, they will probably see that if they take a good look at me. But if they take a look at me, shouldn't I put more effort in how I look? No, they should like me how I am. But what kind of person am I? What are they going to think about me?"

She sighed and stopped walking for a moment. Suddenly she bursted out in laughing. "I am just overthinking it. Ally, you idiot. Just be yourself!" She sighed again, but out of relieve this time when she looked at her backpack. She still didn't even unpack, so this would be the perfect moment. The clothes would be put into the closet, the photos she kept from her home planet would stay on her the pedestal cupboard beside her bed and when she was done she would try to get Max back, he was the pet she had found on the streets when she was still living on Windova. The guards didn't like the fact that she brought it with her, so they were running some tests on him to see how healthy it was. In a couple of minutes she was going to check on him.

Maluon was cleaning up his dorm. The previous tenants were slobs of serious proportions, and had left the place a wreck. It was terrible, and Maluon spoke angrily under his breath the whole time.What a dump. If i see them, Ill castrate the fools. There is no excuse for this, none. He knew hed probably look silly, but the mumbling made him feel a little better about the circumstances.

Maluon eventually got it clean, and could finally settle in. He sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. As he flipped through the channels, he came across one that played stand up comedy, however it was really old comedy. It was in fact old enough to be ancient.

Light filtered through the domed ceiling high above, cascading down in a multitude of colors through the stained glass. It tinted everything in the greenery of one of the school's multitude of gardens in a mysterious and mystical glow. Nebulosa tilted her head thoughtfully to the side as she examined a plant with a vibrant pink inside and a spiky green outer shell. She had never seen one of these on any of the worlds she had come to, and very little flora grew upon Venestia, her birth home. While she peered at the curious plant, a small bug came and landed upon it. With alarming speed, the plant crunched down and trapped the bug inside.

She grinned wickedly at the tricky little plant. A creature after her own heart, indeed. With a telepathic command, she had one of her minions record the event taking place. She would figure out what the ferocious little plant was called later, if she could be bothered to remember, but she had other places to be. Several of her minions floated behind her, carrying all sorts of luggage and odds and ends.

She swept through the gardens, her tentacles writhing beneath her in an unnerving fashion. She turned a corner to see the sign “DORMITORY”, her true destination this day. As she slithered through the corridors of the dorms, she caught students looking at her and whispering behind their hands to each other, and faculty giving her a mean glare as she passed, as if saying “I'll be watching you”. It filled her with no small amount of inner glee to see them so on-edge around her. She could practically bathe in the aromas they exuded, almost ripe and ready to pluck for the eating. Her mentors were right, she was going to enjoy this blasphemous hole of inferiority, especially if they kept tempting her with so many exotic emotions.

Finally, she stopped in front of her dorm. The sign next to the door read “Allison Parker” and, right below it, “Nebulosa Supres”. With but a thought, one of her minions took her student ID and swiped it across the scanner for her, them promptly returned it to where it belonged. The door opened with an airy swishhh.

Immediately, Nebulosa felt incredulous about her accommodations. She didn't mind sharing the room with another student, in fact that part of the arrangement could lead to some interesting moments, but the room was so small. Smaller than anything she was accustomed to, at the very least. The only thing that livened up the space was a presumably female creature with ethereal, fluffy wings fluttering back and forth as if uncertain about what to do.

Nebulosa studied the creature. She hadn't seen a creature with feathered wings before, she was more used to seeing the slaves on PI-9 with their glossy, shell like wings, so the girl before her was certainly interesting. Her minions came from behind her to unload her things on her side of the room, and Nebulosa herself moved her mass into the room. She stood at 9 feet tall, and her imposing height only intensified the feeling that she was looking down on everything and everyone. “Good morning, Allison Parker. I am to be your roommate, Nebulosa Supres. You may call me Nebulosa, or whatever variation of nickname a creature like you would adopt. I suspect you prefer to be called by some sort of cute pet name yourself, tell me so I may address you so.”

Allison "Ally" Parker



Shocked at the sudden words of her roommate she fell on the bed. After she kept on laying there for a while, she noticed that she was being extremely rude to her and went to dit straight, giving her a nervous look. "I euhm... I prefer to be called... Ally..." she said as she couldn't quite decide what kind of person her roommate was. She stood up and wanted to talk more, but then heard a knock on the door. When she went to open it, there was no one but her pet. "Max! They approved of you!" she screamed out of happiness as she took him in his arms and closed the door.

@LazerSyrup

Whatever this Allison Parker is, she flails about like a worm out of the dirt. Is it a common characteristic of her race? Quite unsightly, I must say. Nebulosa thought to herself as she watched Ally flop backwards and lay there quietly for quite a few moments.

Nebulosa took the brief moments to look over the space they would be sharing. Her side of the room didn't have the strange sleeping apparatus that Ally's did, but rather the sleeping pod Nebulosa was more accustomed to. Praise be to Venestia for small miracles. It seems that rectangular box that Allison is on is their version of a pod. How they manage to be comfortable on that is beyond me.

Nebulosa's attention snapped back to Ally when the girl finally spoke, however, before Nebulosa herself could respond there was a knock at the door. When Ally screamed, Nebulosa flinched at the abrupt noise. Her minions responded to the situation by arranging themselves protectively in front of Nebulosa to shield her from harm. Nebulosa waved them down when she realized that all it was was Ally's companion, a small furry creature with ridiculously big ears on it's head.

“Ally and Max, how quaint. Is it sentient, or simply some sort of boorish creature you let accompany you? Also, I am famished, let us walk to an eating station and gain nourishment while we converse.”

Sara drifted down from her place on the ceiling then looked at Samantha and excused herself to find something to eat once she realised she was hungry and a bit embarrassed as was her roommate so thought it best to allow the condition to settle before starting over.

As soon as she was out in the corridor Sara’s talent was hammered from every direction by the languages of ACE. It was for her a bit like an intoxicant making her feel a bit giddy. It was just the audible but the many varied forms used by all the different races to pass on ideas and the reason she had jumped at the chance to attend.

She felt her skin tingle as she began aura reading the people she passed in the halls discovering strange combinations of color that she was beginning to think displayed that like language motive and actions were as varied. This was another area she knew needed definition and classification which she could pass on to the tpees of earth.

Orientation day. A day where the students would get their bearings and start their years of cooperative culture sharing experiences with other races. There's no tell whats to happen in the future but there's promise that there will not be a dull moment here. This moment was already starting with the arriving of Tysuri, the Erae who volunteered to come to learn at this institution with beings he's never seen or heard of. Ty was suppose to be on his way to find his dorm. slowly walking, looking about at the various races gathered here and despite how menacing he looked, he held a smirk on his face as he felt the terra under his feet.

The barefoot Erae stared down at the pavement before leaning down and placing his hands on the ground to not only feel it but to lean further to smell and 'hear' it's life on this planet. I see...you are quite lively and rich in resource...I believe I can become one with you...ACE.... He continuously grinned. Such beauty...different than Faelia...but very strong... He mentioned closing his eyes, breathing deeply and concentrating while taking his mind off the other races and tried to feel the planet's source.

If one was to look at the Erae, his fingers were started to changed into the properties of the gravel under his hands before his concentration was thrown off by two other races who ran by him, one who was very heavy footed and another who sounded like a siren. Ty's golden eyes opened while his hands turned back to normal, looking a little saddened but maybe later the tall Erae could perhaps try again. Standing up straight, he walked towards the dormitory to find the room he was sharing.

@JiskDockey@RumikoOhara@ShovelKnight@Mr Braxton@LazerSyrup@King Tai

Suddenly a loud sound appeared everywhere to be heard. You could hear a cough two times and then finally a voice that spoke to everyone who was there: "I ask everyone to come to room Zoxx, please. Everyone to room Zoxx, immediatly."

As they should have unpacked already, it was time for everyone to meet each other. In room Zoxx where a lot of chairs to be found, but no taboes. It almost looked like you where there to watch someones acting, like visiting a theatre. At the outside creatures of different races would hand out carts that indicated where you should take a seat. From the point of view of someone on stage: red was left above, yellow was left in the bottem, green was in the middle above, blue was in the middle at the bottem, purple was right above and black was right at the bottem. What decided which colour of cart you got is unknown.

The problem above all was: how to get to room Zoxx?

Maluon got up and turned the tv off. He exited his dorm and headed down the hall along with many others. He was quiet amid all the chatter, and he didn't really care what happened, for he was of a mindset that he is just an observer taking notes on a political freak show. Maluon didn't care who the leaders were, what the fraternities did, or what others thought was right. He had his own points of view, and didn't care
if people agreed or not.

Eventually Maluon arrived at the room mentioned in the announcement. He got in line and waited.
I never understood why a higher education is considered such a perk. I mean really? If one gets an education in a specific thing, the chances of that person actually getting employment related to that, are not all that big. He thought to himself. He felt like the only good reason for him to be there was to be able to say that he did something someone else couldn't, which would not be all that impressive to him.

Sara finally found the commissary and was a bit disappointed that it was empty except for a few beings here and there who were giving off all the signs that told her they prefered their small clique or solitary condition. So with a sigh she walked towards the service line that was marked by her biotype and grabbed a tray.

(Figure that with so many racial types food for one is poison for another so they must have some way of separating and identifying what a person can and cannot eat)

She saw a lovely large salad that was covered in cheeses and meats and told her it was safe to eat even though she was sure that about half of the offered foodstuffs never grew on earth. An adventurous girl she selected it along with breads and an Octoian beverage called Zaaa which she compared to a perhaps too sweet tea and peach flavor mixed with orange pulp.

Once provided Sara headed for a more central table in the Commissary so she could observe beings entering and sitting here with her.

Then just as she was about to tuck in she heard someone call out

"I ask everyone to come to room Zoxx, please. Everyone to room Zoxx, immediatly."

Looking at her meal she sighed and carried it to the serving counter asking them to seal and hold it for her in stasis before heading for Room Zoxx.

The Erae was on his way to the dorm room before hearing the announcement of going to Room Zoxx. Room Zoxx? What kind of place was that. Ty looked around and went to find someone to ask but as far as the authority figures were concerned, he couldn't find any where he was located in the dorm buildings.

He left to head out and go into the main building to get some answers but still having a hard time finding someone to ask. So, he asked a student or two and followed some while a few gargling, grunting, screeching sounding creatures pushed by Ty while they seemed to search for the room as well. Ty found himself walking into another area catching someone that was quite different than what he's seen so far. Someone less threatening. Walking over, Ty had a translator on himself to speak to whoever this girl was. This smaller individual.

Excuse me, by the graces of this terra that we stand on to which I have the honor in meeting you, for the love of the source, I cannot locate this Room Zoxx...I have yet to become one with the planet to know of each location. Do the source tell you where the room zoxx is?

@RumikoOhara