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Pray at the cafeteria. Guaranteed results :blob_hide:

"Excuse me~" In a good mood, Swir shamelessly took the seat next to the little eater with a tray of her own. One biscuit and three cups of coffee. "You must be another freshman---wait, no. I've seen you in the library before. Second year?"

"Splendid. Now all we have to do is wait for night to come around. Ah, let this overnight excursion be our little secret, shall we? I understand the feeling, but breaking curfew is against the rules, after all. I'd rather not get you into trouble for it." Winking as she prepared to go for...

"Mhm, thought so. Regardless, it would be my pleasure to escort you tonight. Our dorm rooms seem to be in the same block, so let's meet at the entrance at...hmm, shall we say thirty minutes before curfew? It's a little early for the music, but I figured I'd show you the other two places at night...

"So it would seem. That's great, then." The girl smiled mysteriously, stifling a yawn. Then, almost as if she'd just remembered--- "Don't mind me." Swir stepped closer, reaching out with one hand and ruffling Lisette's hair. Glancing to the sides to check that no one else was nearby, she...

Swir observed the people that were currently still on the field. There was a decent number, though it seemed exercise was running to a close (heh) and many were in the midst of cooling down. She'd been observing since she arrived at the field, and while it probably wasn't anything praiseworthy...

Ugh, this feeling sucks... The really-not-morning person woke at the crack of dawn. Tugging on the lesson schedule for Tuesdays, Swir succeeded in unearthing the copy from under a pile of other things --- most of which fell off the table and landed on the floor --- and made an effort to read it...

Textbook version of the Infinity +1 Sword, really.

Going back a few hours, to the afternoon of Monday...

Uhm...it was a good read, so I hate to mention it, but the thing is, Classes Day 1 only started today. So if you put up a Day 8 post today, when the progression is...you get what I'm trying to say? :sweat_smile:

"So the source of the nightmares trace themselves back to your childhood. I see..." The expression on Swir's face could only be described as mysterious; the girl nodded slowly, picking up her tray. Right before she left, almost as if she'd forgotten, a string of calm, unhurried words drifted to...

Swir smiled somewhat strangely. "You have a good heart, Lisette, and I thank you kindly for that. Still, I've been like this long enough for my body to be used to it, and most of the time, it's not that bad. Attempting to alter it at this point would not be for the best." The girl looked...

"I was in bed for the whole morning." Swir pointed at the bags under her eyes. "So unfortunately no, unless you count waking up seven times in four hours to be exciting news, unfortunately."

It's mostly a context thing. Don't worry about the naming either, it's quite a flexible thing. Just don't go around putting: 13.00 - 15.00 - Eldritch God Summoning And the like, and you're golden.

Welcome to the Not-Sleeping-Properly-At-Night-Alliance :blob_hide:

Oh, my. Having had her fill of entertainment, Swir decided to give a hand to the floundering girl--- "Well, don't worry about it too much. An enthusiastic girl is very attractive, or so I've been told. After all, it managed to catch the fine young gentleman's attention, no?" --- Just kidding...

Swir hadn't talked much thus far; she was too busy eating. Now she sat back for a break whilst watching the train that was Lisette go, trying not to chuckle. Naturally, the derailing she'd expected to see happened, causing her to bury her grin in her handkerchief. Then she continued looking on...

Swir managed to feel alive enough to get out of bed by noon. Who was she kidding, it was her stomach that woke her. It was crying out for food. "Uuuuuuugh..." Dragging herself to the mirror, Swir groomed herself (horribly), changed outfits (sloppily), and pulled at her facial muscles in order...

Thirty seconds after she woke up, Swir became aware of the grievous mistake she'd made. "Oh, f*ck's sake..." There was a thumping noise as a wooden stick smacked the wall on the far side of the room, joined moments later by a book. It flapped open and pages came spilling out everywhere. "Why...

No, it's Patrick. :blob_hide: You just woke up?