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Format: Log.
Characters: Serenade, anyone else who joins.
Location: Campus grounds.
Time: Afternoon.
Summary: The school hours are over, and Serenade celebrates that by hanging out in the classroom. People are free to visit the room and mingle.
Warnings: None.
Studying is immensely boring.
That is the opinion formed by Serenade during his first week of school. He didn't actually dislike any lectures, no. He didn't hate any teachers, either. Instead, he kept feeling like he already knows everything they told him... Like he knew all they told him for many years. It is a strange feeling, to feel knowledgeable of such things. Should he feel that way? Even if he considers brainwashing, mirrors won't tell him of an age any greater than late teens. So how can he already know everything narrated in these subjects?
It is strange, no matter what he thinks about it.
The final bell rings across the halls, signifying the end of classes, and Serenade smiles as he realizes he is finally free for the day. He celebrates that by straightening up in his chair and stretching, his sore joints almost cracking as they prepare for a day of moving around.
Now, what should he do for the rest of the day...
Characters: Serenade, anyone else who joins.
Location: Campus grounds.
Time: Afternoon.
Summary: The school hours are over, and Serenade celebrates that by hanging out in the classroom. People are free to visit the room and mingle.
Warnings: None.
Studying is immensely boring.
That is the opinion formed by Serenade during his first week of school. He didn't actually dislike any lectures, no. He didn't hate any teachers, either. Instead, he kept feeling like he already knows everything they told him... Like he knew all they told him for many years. It is a strange feeling, to feel knowledgeable of such things. Should he feel that way? Even if he considers brainwashing, mirrors won't tell him of an age any greater than late teens. So how can he already know everything narrated in these subjects?
It is strange, no matter what he thinks about it.
The final bell rings across the halls, signifying the end of classes, and Serenade smiles as he realizes he is finally free for the day. He celebrates that by straightening up in his chair and stretching, his sore joints almost cracking as they prepare for a day of moving around.
Now, what should he do for the rest of the day...