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Viveca's platformed boots echoed loudly in the hallway of the Demon dormitory (probably because she was all but cantering down the hall). She screeched to a halt, pulling her head back a little as she reached, and almost passed, her assigned room.

"Hey, hey! Down here!" she called to Victor, who was trailing (far) behind her, dragging her large blue and black wheeled suitcase.

WELL. If ye' helped, ma'am... he muttered to himself.

"What?," Viveca asked, hearing a defiant squeak.

Nuffin.

The demon threw open the door, a little more forcefully than she anticipated, mostly due to the high levels of caffeine intake, but also from the excitement of it all.

"Freedom!" she called, looking satisfied a the dorm.

Ye' have ta do the work too, ma'am, Victor tried to reminded her.

"Blah blah. You sound like you're being responsible. If I wanted someone to nag me, I'd have stayed at home." She pointed to one corner. "Oh! There's where you can set up my loft bed!"

ME??

Viveca looked up sharply, her large eyes looking even more horse-like, save for the red irises. The sight that greeted her made her feel slightly self conscious (which was absolutely ridiculous! Her race was KNOWN for being the most beautiful of horses). But this ghoul...she seemed to have a flawless beauty about her face, and it made Viveca briefly consider what makeup could do for her angular features. But what did a horse need with makeup??

It took her a fraction of a second to realize not only was she staring, but her mouth had formed a very tiny o.

"Oh, hello!" she said, trying very hard to keep the neigh out of her voice. She had been told that her voice sounded low and 'hoarse', but she never knew if she was being mocked when it was said.

She heard a high, tinkling crash sound.

"OH NO!" She scrambled across the room, as Victor had started to unload the contents of a second wheeled suitcase, all over the bed. "You're not supposed to touch thooooossee!" A blue teacup, with interlocking gears lay on the floor, the handle broken off.

"Er...Um..." she tugged nervously at her hat. "I'm Viveca!" the demon said, trying to regain composure in front of this obviously 'cool' demon. "I'm new!"

As if that wasn't painfully obvious.

By the time Sin had come into the room, Viveca (or rather, Victor) had managed to get all but her loft bed into the dorm. The loft, which was in several pieces, sat at the far end of the hall. She was a little surprised by the offer (and moderately pleased, perhaps she hadn't made as bad as a first impression as she thought?).

"It's nice to meet you, Sin!" She said genuinely. "And..." She glanced at the other demon's perfect fingernails, and felt the twinge of embarrassment again. Viveca put her hands behind her back and desperately tried to get out some of the gear grease she knew was under her fingernails. "That would be great, if you really want to. Victor's," she motioned to the small pet that was now dragging a plank of wood into the room. "Moderately competent with a screw driver, so he could handle the bed. And then I can unpack my bags without his interference."

And her teacups should remain intact now!

"No...Vivi is just fine..." she responded, although a little hesitantly. Her parent's friends had persisted in calling her "Viv", which had always bothered her, since it sounded so short and choppy and...well just plain awful, really. But she couldn't upset mummy and daddy's friends (because then mummy and daddy might not give her everything her little equine heart desired...).

"Is Sin short for anything?" she asked curiously. If the ghoul liked to shorten other people's names, had she shortened her own?

Viveca slid an unopened suitcase towards Sin. This one, like the one Victor had gotten into contained cups. These, however, were espresso cups, which were quite a bit smaller than tea cups (and so contained at least twice as many, all meticulously packaged in tissue, and some specialer ones in small boxes). A third suitcase among the mess contained her equipment for making the much loved caffeinated drinks.

She started to lay out a tea service on a small table next to her large wardrobe, and then carefully put down a thick fluffy towel under a silk sheet in the bottom drawers of the wardrobe, and started to put the tea cups away.

"Oh." It seemed strange to her to keep someone's name from them. She wondered what they thought they were protecting their daughter from. Well. Sin seemed to be older than herself, so maybe she'd get to see her graduate and find out what the big secret was.

"I'm only putting the cups in the bottom drawers," she answered, standing up and pulling open the large doors of the wardrobe. "There's still lots of space here for my clothes." She had finished putting away the cups in her suitcase, but instead of moving onto the ones Sin had laid out, opened up a third large bag. This one actually contained items besides her caffeine paraphernalia. Layers of skirts and corsets, with one single band poster, 2 pictures (one of herself with her mother and one of herself with her father) and multiple books on physical engineering and machine building filled this one, as well as a pouch which contained single, old hairbrush and miscellaneous necessities, like her toothbrush and shampoo (Mane n'Tail brand).

Her clothes were mostly all in the same vein as what she had one. Blues, blacks and browns, some of the corsets with odd pictures on them, some without. She did own a few colored outfits, one a deep blood red (her mother's favorite color) and one the color of gold (her father's). These were for "special" occasions, most often used when trying to curry favor with one parent.

Viveca started to hang the skirts up. The last unopened bag was a medium sized duffel bag, which she had left purposefully to see how Sin might react to the contents.

Inside was a variety of tools, gears and odds and ends, that she used for her building projects. The tools were in pristine condition, but her materials were all salvaged, so tended to be a bit grimy.

"Hm...well, I guess sort of," she responded, pursing her lips a bit. "I mean, I use mostly all of them...So that might defeat the purpose of a collection." As far as she knew, most people who collected things just let them sit on a shelf and gather dust. "I like to drink," she thought a moment. "I mean. Drink tea and coffee and stuff," she qualified. "And so my family just sorta...started buying me cups and things for my 'habit'. For whatever occasion that came up, and I never really told them I had enough. Besides, each new cup or set is always fun! They're like...cards or something. Only less sentimental."

Her eyes briefly lighted on the separate photos of her parents that Sin had unpacked. "If they ever came here and I didn't have a picture of them up, they'd cut me off." It was a bit of an exaggeration, but she enjoyed many perks of playing one parent against the other, and she didn't intend to get sloppy while here at school.

The corners of her mouth tugged into a tiny smile. Much like her family at home, Sin didn't want to touch her gross, greasy gears. Well, she didn't expect much more. "Engineering, yeah," Viveca nodded. "I like to build machines, where a series of actions accomplish a task."

She paused. "It's a lot of effort to, say, crack an egg or flip a switch, but really, building it is half the fun!"

"Mmm," Viveca replied, as she flipped through one of her engineering books. "Haven't met anyone else who is either," she said, shrugging and tossing it into a pile. "Mum and Dad's friends thought I was a bit of an oddity, I gathered. But they didn't have any kids, so they thought maybe it'd just be a 'phase', and my parents convinced them that kids can just be 'quirky'.

She laughed. "I guess quirky is a good work for abnormal."

Victor had finished assembling the loft, so Viveca stood up and started to pile what little school supplies she had onto the desk below the bed.

Her mum would like Sin, she decided. Very proper sort of demoness. Her mom loved clothes shopping too, and it seemed to her Sin might. Viveca's own mother had grown exasperated when taking her out to get manicures, only to have them ruined within 10 minutes of being home.

"What kind of things are you inclined to?" she asked merrily.