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[b][h3]IRIS RECORD[/h3][/b]

Once more entering town, it quickly became apparent that the tower was indeed a place of popularity. Carriage after carriage rolled their way down the slim northern road passing over a forested region below, giving way to the notion that the dorms were, in reality, quite close to this tower. Otis would even see Principal Raja walking in the opposite direction, towards and even past him and turning a corner down another street with an unconscious Gulliver Bronsteel over her shoulder. Her aura could felt, and it was cold and spiteful, and she would pay no mind to the traveling Strigidae, tunnel vision becoming her defining characteristic as she shuffled along with a piercing gaze directed forward.

Should he continue on his travels as he was, he'd eventually reach the other end of the forest road after a few minutes. To his left, carriages parked to allow disembarking groups to enter a building labeled "Boys' Dormitory". Similarly, to the right was a scene with a building labeled "Girls' Dormitory". Straight ahead, however, was the massive, looming tower that had far less carriages outside of it. Were he to draw closer up the imposing marble steps to reach the entrance to this tower, he would eventually see a sign above the front door that read "Iris Record & Ascendis Dormitory". 

Outside were two guards, each wearing black suits with nightsticks. One was a taller orc woman, and the other a bulky dwarven man, each eyeing Otis through their dark-spectacled glasses and acknowledging his presence with a nod. 

"Greetings, student. You've stepped in front of the Iris Record - home to the faculty, proving grounds, and the place of respite for approved Ascendis Dormitory attendees," the orc would state plainly, her yellow eyes peeking out from under her sunglasses towards Otis. She would shift her weight to one side, crossing her arms inquisitively as she eyed the boy up and down.

"However, you don't seem like a student registered to this tower's dormitory. I'd recognize you if you were. Would you care to state your reason for being here?"

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[b][h3]LIBRARY[/h3][/b]

With an expression of overexaggerated disinterest all at once, Emelie kicked her feet off the table and returned to a more normal seating arrangement, blowing a tuft of hair out of her eyes to look upon Chunji once again. "Pshhh, no fun. Fine, fine! We ain't exactly a medical school here, so books on mundane medicine probably won't go as elaborate as ya want. That bein' said, I've gotcha."

From under the desk, Emelie would withdraw various books on clerical rites, alchemical remedies, and one book on the casting of the most basic healing spell simply called 'Heal' for the relieving of minor and immediate injuries. There were no mind-blowing secrets of the universe within these texts, but Emelie gave a shrug while pushing them towards Chunji's side of the desk. "I was doin' a bit of light reading, myself. Coincidences, eh? As for, uh, a more detailed layout..."

Looking upon the Mannekin moving about, her expression was one of boredom and disappointment.

"Well, we ain't quite organized yet, see. But ideally, by tomorrow it'll look a little somethin' like thiiiis..."

Retrieving a sticky note from her pocket, she rapidly began drawing a barebones layout of different sections on a more basic level. It was crude, but it became apparent that she had memorized the library in its intended state by heart, and handed off this sticky note to Chunji upon its rushed completion.

"You ain't gonna have access to [i]everything[/i] right away, of course. They keep the [i]truly[/i] advanced stuff, real cream of the crop kinda tomes, locked away in the fancy shmancy tower up the forest road. That place's all kinds'a locked up by magic barriers, defensive armaments 'n whatnot. I'm sure you'll get there one day though. Just gotta do your thing first, y'know?"

A smile - a more genuine one this time. 

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[@Estylwen][@Sifr][@Psyker Landshark]

[b][h3]GIRLS' DORM[/h3][/b]

As the trio pondered where they'd go to speak of new living arrangements, the most notable nearby sight would be the stream of students storming down the halls and around a left turn. One girl in particular walking by stared daggers at the other beside her, muttering, "I refuse to spend a single night here with you, we're sorting this out [i]now[/i]." The other girl scoffed, one hand perched over the pommel of her dagger as she stomped to keep pace down the hall past the trio. "That makes two of us. You won't survive the night if the head advisor says no."

Should they follow, the three would turn the corner at the end of that hallway to see a line of scowling teens impatiently waiting their turn outside of a door labeled 'Head Advisor', some almost ready to start fights. Some would almost blitz out of the advisor's office in a whirlwind of rage, while others exited with relief plastered on their faces. Eventually, the angry girl holding her knife pommel from earlier looked back at the three from her place in line, her temper simmering as she sighed.

"Can't say I've seen much dissatisfaction among trios around here today. Did you accidentally all get assigned the same room? Or, which one of you wants to kill the others? Or do you all just hate each other? It's honestly fair either way, really," she finished with a shrug, letting the grip off her sheathed dagger and allowing it to simply dangle at her hip.

She looked away, dejected. "After experiencing some of the Ethos of the people around here today, stomping over each other just to get where they need to go faster... or even that red-haired weirdo that stopped us all right at the end... I just don't need any more frustration today, I dunno. How about you all?"

The line was progressing smoothly, with approvals and rejections alike seemingly coming faster. There was enough time for some small talk, and then within the next few minutes, it would be their turn to meet their dormitory's head advisor. They were even close enough now to hear some heated conversations from behind the door, with the voice of a rather aloof older woman seeming to laugh sadistically as students made their cases to her.