Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26242422-20150409042211/@comment-25686329-20150410025256

Ticktania picked herself back up, blinking a few times. She looked over the surprisingly solid and unflinching girl that was her friend.

"How do you come up with such lovely outfits...?" she asked. The girl could walk into a room full of rags and come out looking like she came off the red carpet. Such was the simplistically brilliant fashion sense of Minuette.

"Oh, I don't beleive we've met yet." Ticktania said, adressing the girl in yellow. "Ticktania Onethroughtwelve Tockman, Daughter of Tock the Ticking Watchdog, Phantom Tollbooth, 256 pages, Fantasy." she rattled off her pre-rehearsed intro. "I'm a good friend of Minuette's. Who might you be?"

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The mop scrubbed merrily away to the rythm of non-existant movement as Connie stuffed a miniature spellbook into her bag and slid the wooden casting ring onto her finger. It was carved from the same wood as her father, The Pupil's casting rod.

She turned to the mop.

"This place better be clean when I get back..." she said, turning for the door. "Oh, and if I come back and the room's flooded again, I swear to Author, I'm donating you to a middle school..."

She raced from the dorm.

She quickly spotted a cluster, and judging by their style of dress, they were headed to the same place she was.

She walked up, briskly, but still relaxed.

"Hey, I'm new here, is the the thing... for the thing?" Smooth, Connie, smooth. She thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at herself.