Mitsuru 001 || Orientation 101

[willnotsubmit]

[Despite waking up in a new, bizarre place, and suddenly being dropped at what looks like a giant floating holiday ornament, Mitsuru is remarkably well collected

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[turnip_rage]

It's not.

[So says a three foot pink lizard wearing the Garden's uniform jacket. He looks kinda tired.]

You're just new.

[willnotsubmit]

[The average height in Japan is at least five feet seven inches. It doesn't really register with Mitsuru that she'd need to look lower then that when someone is speaking to her. She does, however, manage to look marginally offended as she turns towards the voice.]

"Even if I am, a full circuit should have been enough to memorize and-"

[...And there's no one there.]

[turnip_rage]

Who remembers everything the first time around?

[...why did she stop? Espio frowns.]

Uh. You could try looking at me.

1/3

[willnotsubmit]

"It's a goal that should be aspired to, either way."

[Mitsuru says that as she realizes that voice is actually coming from much lower then she thought. That alone is a bit odd, making her raise an eyebrow as glances down, and-]

[outstandings]

[French? Hermione had picked up a bit of french during her primary schooling, and is intrigued to hear the language being spoken here of all places. So, with cautious curiosity, Hermione approaches the redhead.]

Excuse me... are you from France?

((OOC: Okay, one last tag before bed!))

[willnotsubmit]

{Mitsuru is still frowning over the Garden layout; so unlike the neat, grid style building plans she's used to. She still registers the new voice, however, and turns around to look at the speaker.]

"Mm?"

[She gives her a quick glance over, before continuing.]

"No, I'm not."

[Although...It is a bit thrilling to think her pronunciation is so convincing! Perhaps she is getting proficient in the language, enough to justify a trip to Paris, and-

Ahem. Focus, Kirijo.]

"I have a passion for the language and the culture, however. Enough to study it frequently."

[outstandings]

[Hermione isn't too disappointed by the answer, because that clues her in on something else.]

So you're from Earth? [Such a strange question to ask, but a common inquiry these days considering the various origins of the off-worlder cadets.]

[willnotsubmit]

[There's a quick blink, as she processes that question, but Mitsuru still nods.]

"...Yes."

[Likewise, after that first shock, she's quick to pick up on some clues and implications of her own. Apparently, this place is drawing from more then one place to bring people in. Though the pink talking animal from earlier was a bit of a hint.]

"Japan, specifically."

[Another once over. And a few more conclusions are drawn.]

"And I take it that you originally were from somewhere in the western hemisphere?"

[notdusk]

[hm. This lady seemed a lot like Cynthia, only a bit younger. For Dawn.. that was enough reason to approach the lady.]

Good afternoon, ma'am. You're new, I'm guessing?

[willnotsubmit]

"Good afternoon."

[She says in return. And dips her head once, slightly, in a nod.]

"Yes...I only just arrived here."

[notdusk]

[Dawn offers a smile, then leans against a wall, folding her arms in a casual manner.]

Welcome, then! This place.. is certainly odd, but hopefully you'll manage. I've only been here for a couple weeks.

[willnotsubmit]

[That leaning just seems to make Mitsuru stand up straighter; her arms are also folded, but in a manner that suggests assertiveness.

Still, she's not without her manners. She dips her head again in acknowledgment of that welcome.]

"Thank you. I should adapt quickly as well; it would be a mark against me if I couldn't."

[xwheresmacrown]

It isn't once you get used to it.

[ Clearly, this special talent of boot clicking applies as well when one wears heels. ]

[willnotsubmit]

[Heeled boots, actually. It helps with height AND presence.]

"That is encouraging to hear."

[She glances over long enough to say that, before turning back to puzzle over the layout. Circles are likely going to haunt her dreams tonight. And color coded lines.

She keeps her eyes on the board when she speaks again.]

"You are a student here, then?"

[xwheresmacrown]

I've been for a while, yes.

[ Heels do help with presence and announcing your arrival. She approves of this. ]

And I'd suppose you just arrived.

[willnotsubmit]

"An accurate observation."

[Another glance over at the newcomer.]

"If I may ask, how long did it take you to memorize all of this?"

[She may as well start getting information and statistics to gauge herself against.]

[teenspeed]

Hey, your shoes are really loud. [It's not criticism, but more of an observation.] Are you lost?

[willnotsubmit]

[Her eyes slid over to the side when she hears that, not fully looking at him, although she gives a slight nod in response to that observation. But, once her sense of direction is called into question, she does turn to fully look at him.]

"No, I am not lost. I am determining the layout of this place."

[And she does not look pleased about it. Or angry, actually. More of slight irritation, more then anything else.]

"...It's simply proving to be more difficult then I thought."

['But I WILL figure it out in short order' her tone says for her.]

[teenspeed]

Oh. Yeah, this school is really big. I just memorized the directory. [He doesn't seem to notice her displeasure.]

[willnotsubmit]

"This?"

[A painted, well manicured fingernail taps the directory. And since this is thankfully a mobile Garden, there is no insta-fourthwall-shattering-teleport.]

"The terms and coloring are helpful enough. But, some of this is proving to be difficult to associate with. It's...Not the sort of school I'm used to."

[The similarities, so far, start and stop with standard uniforms.]