fandomhighdorms | Around the Dorms, Monday Afternoon

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Around the Dorms, Monday Afternoon

Armed with her camera, Sakurazaki has a mission. She's even compiled a list of the people she absolutely, no questions about it has to find to take pictures of before returning to her dried project. She checks it often, although it's really quite very, very small and isn't difficult to remember:

Jude
Ranma
Alphonse and Cuddles >^_^<

She wanders the dorms, checking in doors and knocking on them, to find them, and perhaps some others that might be feeling a little photogenic.

[[OOC: tags from the people on the list would rock my socks; interaction with other people would be amazing, too, as she wanders the dorms.]]

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Anakin's eyes flew open, but the glitter didn't drop. "Hello," he said, looking a little confused. "Can I help you with something?"

Blushing promptly, Sakurazaki drops the camera behind her back, and then realizes that it was a stupid idea because he'd probably already seen the camera anyway, which makes her blush grow and she gets all flustered because, oh my god, new person with magic swirling glitter and....

One hand darts behind her neck as she smiles bashfully, trying to get a grip on herself. "Sorry about that," she says. "I was just passing by." She waves the camera a little. "Taking some pictures. Sorry I took a picture of your glitter thing. But it was pretty neat."

"Not a problem," Anakin said, smiling. "Definitely not the most interesting thing to see in Fandom, though."

He concentrated and the glitter coalesced into a ball that hovered just in front of his face, then shot across the room to hover in a nearby corner. "Just practicing," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"You must be new--I know all of the veterans. I'm Anakin Skywalker, recent graduate and current flight instructor."

She grins. True, perhaps not the most interesting thing to see, but it was still pretty fun to watch.

"Oh, the flight instructor?" She does mean to sound so intrigued. She smiles a little embarrassed. "And, yes, I'm new. I'm Sakurazaki."

Anakin gave her a polite nod of the head. "It's nice to meet you, Sakurazaki. Do you fly?"

There's an inexplicately fierce blush in her cheeks, vibrant, vibrant red, and her eyes dodge around the doorframe.

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

How in the world was she going to get out of this one?

Anakin picked up on her discomfort. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, looking confused.

"Oh!" Now she feels bad; she blushing shifts shades to indicate a different side of embarrassment. "No, no, nothing like that." She smiles nervously, shaking her head. "I just...I don't know; still not good at meeting new people I guess."

Yes, that's right. Dodge, dodge, dodge.

"There's a definite trick to it," Anakin said, giving her a small smile. "I've been trained as a diplomat since I was a youngling and I still make some missteps." He bit his lip. Like now.

He leaned back against his hands. "So what workshops are you taking?"

She smiles. Topic avoided. Score one for Sakurazaki.

"Archery, documentaries, karate, and arts and crafts." She holds up the camera. "That's what this is for."

"Oh, with Professor Tick!" Anakin said, eyes twinkling. "Scrapbooking, right?"

She nods her head. "That's right. I'm not really much of a fan of the subject; I'm only taking it because I have to, but I do like Tick-sensei very much."

"You were required to take arts and crafts?" Anakin's brow furrowed. "Weird. And I took two of Professor Tick's classes last year--he's one of the best teachers I've ever had."

"Well, not required, per say," she says, thinking. It was always difficult to say this, and she was trying to streamline it. "My best friend back in Japan said that one cannot go to summer camp and not take arts and crafts, so I'm taking it for her." Yes, that works well. English is definately getting easier.

Anakin smiled. "I know the feeling--I took a class last semester because I thought my old teacher would want me to." He frowned. "I ended up getting turned into a kitten for an hour, which I'm not sure Master Kenobi would've been quite prepared for."

What was it with this place and kittens? She feels a stab of pity for Ranma.

"What kind of class has you turning into a kitten?" She has to ask.

"Journalism," Anakin said, shrugging. "She was a witch and didn't appreciate something I said." He waved his hand. "And then I was a kitten."

He made a face. "There are pictures."

First, Sakurazaki's eyes get quite wide. A journalism teacher who turns students into cats? She didn't think it was possible, but Fandom just managed to pull ahead of Mahora on the weirdness scale. But her surprise melts into a grin.

"But, hey, at least you were turned back and didn't remain a cat, right?"

Anakin smiled. "Yeah. I don't generally do cute and fuzzy. It's not exactly my style."

He finally remembered the glitter that was hovering in the corner of the room. With a wave of his hand, he brought back in front of him and poured it back into its container.

"So what brought you to Fandom?" he asked.

"Best friend again," she grins, allowing herself to lean on the doorframe. "She wanted me to experience something a little more normal. Ahhhh, irony."

Anakin snickered. "And this has been a pretty quiet month," he said. "No zombies or attacking snowmen or, I don't know, rampaging swamp beings."

"I do sort of wonder if she knew all this, too, and realized that even I would feel normal among all of that, therefor still serving her intentions."

Anakin smiled. "I've often wondered that about Master Kenobi myself. You'll definitely learn a lot here. Even if--especially if--it's things you never thought you'd need."

She smiles back. "Sometimes, those sorts of things are the most important ones to learn, too. I'm very glad to have had the chance to come here. I think it's done me a lot of good, and it hasn't even really been that long yet."

"I've been here almost a year," Anakin said, focusing on the wall for a moment. "It'll change your life."

He shook his head. "So what floor are you living on now?"

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