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(OOC: Do I pick the room number? And if I do . . . which rooms are free?)

Miki came into the boy's dorm, huffing and puffing, right on Michio's heels. It was hard for him to move so fast with so much luggage as well as his body's poor condition. Dropping his duffel bag onto the floor and clasping his hands onto his knees, Miki took a few breaths to steady himself. Looking up at Michio he bit his lip in doubt and turned to face the machine that would be giving him access to a room. Staring at it incessantly- as if in a staring contest with it- Miki wondered if it had a manual option.

(OOC: Nuu, I meant which rooms are unoccupied >_>)

Miki wanted to tell him, but that was impossible. And now Michio would think he was being ignored. With a sigh of frustration, Miki shrugged as if to say 'I dunno.' Then he averted his cat-like gaze from Michio and returned to staring at the robotic person who was checking for vacancies within the dorm.

((I'm in 102, not 103.))

The dryer buzzed, awaking Komlon again. He hops off the washer, stretching back. He pulls his clothes out of the dryer. Most of the mud was gone, but there were still a couple brown spots on his hoody. He sees some money laying in the dryer. "Cool, 20 bucks." He says, placing the two in the pocket of his hoody. He takes his clothes and heads back to his room.

"Great, room number 7, that should be just down the hall," Michio says following Miki, "I could help you carry that if you want, but since we're so close I might not need to."

Michio sees him rush to get back outside. "I take it that you are hungry, right? Well the cafeteria is this way," he walks out of the dormatory and to the cafeteria. "The food here is great, trust me."

Jack stops just outside the elevators of the dorm. He glances over the electric orb that he will call his home. Grinning he walks into the dorm, and requests empty room. The helpfull robot complys and gives him a keycard to room #34. Once he gets to his room he unzips his bag sits down on the bed, streaches out his hands and begins to zoom things out of his bag and into apropriate places about the room. A few Books on shelves, clothes put snugly in drawers, and an old machete hung on the wall. He yawns and says playfully to himself.

"moveing is tire..."

He suddenly colapses into a calm sleep on his bed.

He blinks away the narcaleptic haze. He laughs at him self for doing something so silly. After Streching he nods at his setup room. He stands up, and puts his blue, and black jacket on. He soon warms up and feels a mediction bottle in his pocket. He grins and says

"I guess I was too exited to take them."

He pops the pills dry and then pulls over his key card. He plays with the plastic in his fingers before placeing it backinto his pocket. He walks out side of his room and closes the door. He walks down the hallway to the elevator. He travels down the elevator to the outside. He soon sees people meandering not far off in a courtyard.