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 ))

Comments

[idolizer]

Maref rooms? I could show you, sir.

[ French? New people are coming from all over the worlds, huh. Sayaka takes note of that as she regards the man with a smile. ]

[longwhitecloud]

[Oh hello France. Last time New Zealand met you you were about to get stuck in trench warfare, so seeing him while distraught healthily and well is actually a bit of a relief. Though the brunet has to wonder how long it will take for England to blow up on him.

Anyway, France found the library and Kiwi is currently manning the front desk, so there will be a short wave at the older nation.]

Good afternoon!

[mayshereign]

[French. England glares at the (admittedly quite handsome) man asking her for directions. French.] They're just down the hall, follow the sound of exhausted screams and the smell of blood.

[technophiling]

[Well, Estonia had had no real reason to complain about his rooming situation before, but that was because he didn't have to share a room. Not that he wasn't used to it, after plenty of long years at Russia's (and Sweden's and Denmark's and Poland's and everyone's) house. He just wasn't looking forward to rooming with a stranger. Or... someone a little less than a stranger, as things were looking presently.]

Uh. France? [He'll just stand in the doorway, and give an awkward little clearing of his throat, fresh back from studying on France's first night in the dorm.]

I heard you were snooping, so here's another?

[punckat]

[Being pretty new here and rather nosy himself, Boris often looks for chances to wander off on his own. This time there's someone else slinking down halls and peering around corners, though, and that's just a little bit too interesting to ignore.]

Oi. [Have a grin.] Are you trouble or lost?

Outside the dorms

[fearlessherosheart]

They are located in that building over there.

[Tazendra gestured. She appears to be practicing some type of combat with a staff, but if France knows anything about pre-gunpowder warfare, the drills would be better suited to a large blade.]

[lilimarleen]

Did you lose your map already? [Came the scolding as Germany barely pauses in piling up her books in the library.]

[notyetlost]

[It was the hair that caught Poland's attention. He'd recognize it anywhere; golden like a rye field, silky and bouncy, looked super fabulous with or without flowers woven in.

That was totally France's hair.

Normally he would have just run over to greet him, but after mistaking a stranger for Ukraine already he needed to be more careful. He was judging this from the back of their head after all, he needed to see their face to be sure they were France and not just some stranger with great conditioner.

Dropping to the ground on his hands and knees, Poland stealthily crawls over and slides underneath France's seat to catch a peek of his face from below.]

They totally got you too, huh?