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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit.

And so it was that a heavily armored butt hit the sofa. She sighed, took off her helmet, and pulled her ponytail free from where it had been wedged against the lower plates.

She set the helmet down on the table. Then she glanced furtively into the hallway, ensuring no one was there before she produced a thin volume from somewhere between the plates. There were hearts on the cover. And swooning.

Shh. She didn't want Gwen to make fun of her again.

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As she had no classes today, Lucille was exploring the dorms, peeking into the other common rooms and making sure she found her way around. On the fourth floor she noticed a girl, in full armour like some Joan of Arc, reading a book. That was strange, but in a less off-putting way than many of the oddities here, and at least the girl shared her interest in literature.

"Excuse me?" she said, waiting in the doorway. "May I ask what you are reading?"

Cassandra's face flushed almost immediately. "Ah, nothing," she said quickly, putting the book face-down on the coffee table.

That was surely going to convince Lucille, Cass.

Lucille knew what that meant. She had done it herself many times, and she could have told Cassandra it never worked.

Of course it made her curious. What kind of books were embarrassing to read in this place?

She smiled at Cassandra, entering the common room, and said: "My name is Lucille Sharpe. I'm a new students, and we haven't met, I think."

She was fairly sure she would have noticed a girl in armour.

It was a young adult romance novel about a futuristic knightess and her love interest, who inexplicably, due to some illness, could not wear shirts. The cover was rather indicative of this.

But it was face-down on the table, so.

"I am Cassandra Pentaghast," Cassandra said, the flush ebbing away from her features. "And no, I do not believe I have had the pleasure. Welcome to the island; I hope it has not inconvenienced you so far."

"Thank you, and no, I don't believe it has, possibly apart from the kitchen," Lucille replied, pleased that the girl had manners and so far wasn't being patronizing about adjusting to things.

"Have you been her long?"

Don't worry, Cassandra. She would ask about the book soon enough.

There were people back home who would be tremendously amused at the idea someone thought Cassandra had manners. Then again, on this island, anyone with any training in etiquette might easily be considered as such.

"I arrived on the island a year ago," she said. "By accident. I have since left and returned on purpose, even if it insists on being vexing."

Well, she wasn't carrying around a pig, taking photos with tiny machines and so far she wasn't dull and unable to hold a conversation. That counted as good for Lucille.

"I've been told it can be," Lucille nodded. "I expected to go to school, but certainly not in the future."

"It is simply the future for you, then?" Cassandra asked, studying her. "This appears to be an entirely different world than my own."

"Yes, I when I left my home it as 1885," she replied, offering a polite smile. "Is your world at all like this one?"

"No," Cassandra said simply. "Though your dress is rather more similar to what I am accustomed to than anything I have seen here previously."

In fact, the way Lucille was dressed was downright Nevarran, in the more conservative styles Cassandra preferred if she absolutely had to dress up.

"Oh?" Lucille looked pleased. It might not explain why Cassandra wore armour, but she approved that not everyone looked like they were walking around in their underwear, or worse.

"So, is that book from your world?" She nodded at the book on the table. It was almost funny to use the expression 'your world'.

Being up and about for a few hours now, Laura had taken the time to run a few laps around the island, as well as scouting the place for optimal places to do... things. Hide. Stalk people. Vantage points. Coffee shops? That kind of thing.

Entering the common room to find someone in full plate... well, there were weirder things.

"Good morning", Laura said, nodding as she moved to serve herself some water. She didn't seem to notice the book, or mind it at all.

"The style is similar to what is worn formally in my home country," Cassandra explained. "It is good to see someone wearing something less... ostentatious, though my gifts do not lay with fashion."

She preferred wearing armor, both of the plate and the leather variety, and tended to wear long sweaters and jeans if she had to dress according to local custom.

"... ... and no," she said, her tone suddenly speeding up some. "It is, ah. From a shop. In the village."

Cassandra... would tuck it behind her against the sofa regardless. Cough. "Good morning," she echoed, tilting her head.

New student? Apparently so.

Laura blinked at the book hiding. "I can leave if you prefer to read alone."

Like, totally offering that, knight-lady.

"That's one way of putting it," Lucille said with a snort. "But I've been told I will adjust." She sounded as if she thought this unlikely.

"A shop? There is a bookshop?" That was exciting, and Lucille decided to find it as soon as possible. But now she reached out for Cassandra's book instead, because clearly it was embarrassing in some way.

Lucille studied the girl. She didn't recongize her, but that was true for most people still.

"Good morning," she greeted with some reserve.

Any response to Lucille's question would have to wait, as Cassandra's eyes went wide. "No!"

Beat. "I. It is not a very good book."

"Don't be ridiculous," Cassandra muttered, "This is a common room. It is open to all."

Cassandra was just terribly stupid.

Lucille pulled back her hand, making a point of frowning. "Not good? Then why are you reading it?"

Laura was halfway her first glass of water when the other girl greeted her, so she just nodded as she finished drinking. She was dressed in your usual running attire; skintight leggings and top, with running shoes (obviously). All black, obviously. Despite the weather outside, Laura looked a bit worked up, cheeks bit redder than her skin color.

"I am Laura," she added as she filled her glass again. "Nice to meet you." Just going through the paces.

Leaning on the kitchen counter, Laura looked at her plainly. "I like your armor." It looked like the real deal, not the sort of thing men imagined women wearing.

Those... clothes. If Laura was the kind of person who paid attention to such things she was being judged.

"I am Lucille," she replied.

She absolutely wasn't. Her everyday clothes were all leather, black jean and different Goth-related things that she had been picking up ever since she left the Facility. Some of it still reflected her... less respectable days.

"You are one of the new students too", Laura said, a statement more than a question. "Have you had classes yet?"

That was direct.

"I am," she confirmed, making no effort to be polite herself. "And I had a class yesterday. What about yourself?"

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