Un ⚜ Arrivée

[paysdelamour]

[France has absolutely no idea what had just happened. All he remembers is that one minute, he was at home... and the next he had walked through that door, and been enrolled in a school for magicians (which didn't exist, by the way) and assigned to a kodor, or... something like that. And now maref was being held the next day - at least, that was what his papers had said. They really seemed to enjoy making their new students hit the ground running.

Still, this was all a little too much to take in, even for a nation who prided himself on being able to adapt to almost any situation. So there he is, sitting in the courtyard, with his few things collected together into his lap, trying to soak everything in. It's still so surreal, despite how Earth-like it may seem to him - like this is some sort of dream.

He glanced briefly at his arm, and the hideous... thing they'd put there - they'd called in the Rukh's Eye, a way of communication in this world. Initially he'd refused it, but they'd forcibly rolled up his sleeve and shoved it onto his arm. After staring at it for another moment, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to hide it as best he could, before standing up. Well! There was no way he was going to learn about this place if he didn't do something. So he turned to the nearest person, and approached them, smiling, with a question.]

Pardonnez-moi... I am new here, if you could not tell... do you by any chance know where the, ah, maref rooms are...?

(( ooc: You can find him anywhere you like - perhaps you're the person he asked for directions, or maybe you meet him as he's snooping around the area, or even as he's going to the dormitories and getting settled in! Just put where you want to meet him in the subject <3 also if you're a pretty lady, watch out, he flirts ))

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[paysdelamour]

[probably not very long

Francis doesn't seem to recognize the library clerk at first, but after a moment, there's a glint of recognition in his bright blue eyes.]

... Nouvelle... Zélande? You are here, too? [He doesn't seem to like the sounds of that. Regardless, he approaches the front desk, quietly, trying not to disturb anyone reading.] What are you doing behind the desk?

[longwhitecloud]

[Well, there is the delay until they recognize each other to count into the equation...]

Working! It's a nice pocket money. [And besides, you start to get nostalgic and want to work with paper after a while. There are the oddest cures for homesickness really, and doing something resembling paperwork is one of them.] So you're new, I guess?

[paysdelamour]

Working? How long have you been in this place?

[At the question, he can't help but give a little shrug.] It seems so. Honestly, I am not sure what to think of it all.

[He leans a bit closer in, letting out a sigh.] They really expect us to go to school, here?

[longwhitecloud]

Well over a month, now - though I haven't been working here for very long, and it really is only a few hours a week. I couldn't do much more between classes, the required attendance is rather high.

[Going to stack a few books into a small cart and then turn back to France.] And yes, we have to go to school, no matter how old we are or look.