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[right][sup][b]Location:[/b] [i]Wolkwitz Auditorium, Merryweather Institute[/i][/sup][/right]
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Nothing particularly stood out to Emiliano during his walk to the auditorium. Not surprising, he is part of the last groups to flood inside the building. All the good seats were probably taken at this point, so there was little reason to rush on his part. As others went on ahead, Emiliano staggered behind, thinking about the hotplate situation again. With any luck, he could probably find someone around his seating area in possession of one.

There weren't many options available to him as the rows quickly filled, though some areas were more empty than others. It appears some students have already established their friend circles by now. Which was great because he could ask all of them at once for kitchen equipment. As Emiliano scanned for a spot to claim, he noticed NPC John gesturing to him among the crowd, with an empty seat next to him. 

Well, that just makes things easier!

[color=LightPink]“Yes-Yes, coming!”[/color]

Emiliano hurried to his seat while being mindful with his footing for those already seated in the same row as he passed by. He apologized to NPC John for taking too long and thanked him for saving a seat. From there, they had a casual conversation while waiting for the assembly to start. They touched a bit on politics, specifically the anti-primalist senator. Emiliano couldn't contribute much, he didn't exactly follow American politics, but did remark the prejudice against primalists is pretty much the same back in Europe. Even in his peaceful hometown, there was the occasional bad apple seeking trouble.

Eventually the conversation steered into a more lighthearted topic. It started with a question some rando asked from the next seat over.

[i]What's your element?[/i]

When it came to Emiliano's turn to answer, he didn't hesitate.

[color=LightPink]“Salt.”[/color] He responded with a deadpan tone.

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