Seraphina Martel
In reply to Seraphina Martel (msg # 2):
Thanks for coloring text. It is appreciated. Just as a reminder, any commentary from me in orage is OOC
The redhead glances at you, shrugs, and goes back to reading.
The canary on her head stares at you like it is eyeing a squirrel.
Most of the 'normies' nod at you distantly. Many smile, though it looks more polite than anything.
After about twenty minutes, a guy walks onto the bus. Nothing about him stands out. Blonde. Kind of a large nose. Tall. Has a sort of bewildered expression on his face. You would guess a normie.
He looks around, reads the sign, and then takes a seat next to one of the other normie.
About ten minutes later there is a loud CHUNT sound from somewhere under the bus. It sounds like a sliding door being shut forefully. After a few minutes the van driver boards the bus and sits behind the steering whell.
"Finally" you hear someone mutter.
But he doesn't start the bus.
It is 3:27 PM.
Around 3:38 PM, muttering starts. Some from the normies. You believe Louise Telman also says something, but she is ahead of you, and you can't tell.
The volume of complaints about the bus not starting continues to gain some volume. Until 3:42 PM when, from somewhere near the front of the bus, a masculine voice announces loudly, "Did you guys not read the sign? Patience and Reestraint? So can everyone shut up?"
The redhead next to you giggles, not looking up from her book. "Also said not to antagonize other students..." She says this softly. You don't think she even means you to hear it.
Eight minutes later, precisely when the clock on your phone hits 3:50 PM, a woman boards the bus. She is not dressed as a student. She wears a cream colored blouse and dark colored skirt suitable for business. Her blondish brown hair is tied up in a neat bun. It appears her left hand, perhaps her left arm, has been replaced with a mechanical arm. Her left hand is obviously state of the art cyborg tech.
"Good Afternoon Class of 2020. My name is Amanda Welkes. I will be serving as your class dean. If you have any questions or concerns, either during the orientation period or during the academic year, my office door is open to you. I will now be distributing your welcome packets. Please keep your seats. We can not depart until all packets are distributed. Please do not open your packets until instructed to do so."
She receives a box from the driver. Where he came up with it, you aren't sure. Ms. Welkes takes a stack of sealed manila envelopes from it and begins to pass it out. But only to the normies.
She then heads back to the front of the bus, where the driver hands her another stack of sealed envelopes. "If I call your name, please come up to the front of the bus, receive your packet, and return to your seat. Do not open your packet.
"Adam Browoski."
The guy with the halberd walks forward and takes his envelope. He brings the halberd with him, and returns promptly to his seat. He has a bored expression on his face when he passes you, paying little attention to any of you or his envelope.
"Samantha Cullers."
The redhead shuts her book, placing it into the pouch of the seat back ahead of her.
"Excuse me," she says to you and gently moves past you to the aisle. She walks forward, collects her packet, and returns to her seat, examining the front of the packet as she does so. She places it in her lap, and folds her hands across it, shutting her eyes and seeming to meditate.
The canary stays on her head throughout the whole operation.
"I see we have two Adams this year. Adam Duncan."
The last guy to get on the bus stands, and walks forward, still looking just as confused as when he got on the bus. He takes the packet, glances at it, glances at Ms. Welkes, shrugs, and sits back down.
"Ahnia Guzman."
The pudgy girl just rises in her seat, as she is right next to Ms. Welkes. She takes the packet and sits down quickly.
"Seraphina Martel."
Ms. Welkes is fairly well groomed, even more so on closer inspection. Her ensemble is high end. All exclusive brand names and all probably tailored to fit. She hands you the envelope. You can fell at least one sheet of paper inside. And also...something else? A cord of some kind maybe?
Running out of space, so continuing in a new post in a moment