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Closing the door, Nicola hoped that her face didn't show her embarrassment. Thankfully the weather was cold, or her blush her probably be more obvious. Sighing, she turned around and decided that she would leave her bag and most certainly her bike where she had placed them beside the door.

"Right, closed" she muttered stepping further into the entryway. She glanced around at those there and then settled her gaze on Mr. Gallow. Walking over to him she pulled her hat off before she bowed saying, " I am Sy'rasri Nicola Darya."

"Here are my papers and referrals." she continued, handing her papers over.

Skotti took the papers "welcome aboard, you two can go head and pick out your rooms, just take that hallway down and grab an empty one" He said.
When luciano walked up to him, skotti shook his hand "i would hug ya, but it looks like that would break the rest of ya bones, its good to see you again, old freind." he said with a smile.

(Terrible!! D: Over 4 months of not posting in here...I wasn't actually with you guys, but if you don't mind it's time for me to be back at HQ, too.)

The "all-powerful" blue light disappeared, and Nariana plopped face down into an obscure rug on the floor. She stayed there for a while and just listened to the familiar voices. 'Home? Skotti? Oh, thank God...mmmm, new bruises again...' she thought. She turned her head sideways and just groaned. "New people...shut up and go away..." she mumbled before finally trying to get up. As soon as she was in a squatting position, she paused with a look of shock and slowly fell back to her starting position. "Dahhh..." she moaned and gave up for the time being.

Waffle walked off, not pleased but not offended either. She figured most of the gang was likely too tired to appreciate the antics she'd usually pull on the new people. Then she thought about Vin's bit about having ran a kingdom before, and she started chuckling to herself. Oh, how ironic.

Entering her room upstairs, she dug around for her laptop and turned it on. It loaded something different than the usual. Gentoo? What on earth is that? Then she noticed a little thumb drive hanging out the side of the computer. She tugged it out, and the computer started throwing out a bunch of errors. She quickly powered off the laptop, closed it, and tossed it under the bed. Sabe, your a** is grass next time I see you.

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Kassa eyed some the books on the shelf. Basics of Ventriloquism, Cici's Woodworking Handbook for Intermediates, Dr Crock's Guide to Parenting, 101 Things You Can Do With Cloth Scraps... She stopped at a series of small, unlabeled books and picked one of them out. She opened it and flipped through the pages. There were a lot of beautifully illustrated scientific diagrams accompanied by blocks of runes and Cyrillic text that she could not read. Must be Irwin's notes. I'll have to ask about it later. She was impressed by what she saw in the book, and carefully put it back.

Moving on, her eyes passed by more books on topics like drama, puppetry, advanced mathematics and alchemical sciences, music, etiquette, homemaking and so forth. Kassa figured they were from his long years in school. It wasn't until the end of the shelf until she found another unlabeled book, or in this case a worn-out folder with many papers sticking out of it. She could see parts of crayon drawings on some papers, and pondered whether or not to look into it. Everything else seemed normal up to this point. Maybe this was what I was looking for the whole time? But it's likely to be a bunch of random children's drawings...

Louie found himself face down on the floor. He didn't move for a little while as he was sure he may have broken his nose. Rosemary lay not too far away and managed to get on her feet before her brother. It took her a moment to focus before she realized who else was in the room. 'Skotti huh? I wondered when he would return...'

"Thank you, Skotti, I appreciate that." Luciano replied after their handshake. As Luciano limped in the direction of the infirmary, he also heard Skotti mention it being November, ". . ." Luciano turned around and he said ". . . What?" It had only felt like a couple of days, maybe even a week at the most. He let out a sigh, and started limping again, "Here, Luci. . Let me help you." Luciano smiled at Michelle and allowed her to help him along.

Once getting to the infirmary, Michelle started patching him up; Luciano needed so many stitches, it wasn't even funny. He didn't need this much patching up since he was in the Military. "Are you alright??" Michelle asked as she finished stitching up the cut on the lower right side of his torso. Luciano just nodded. He wasn't about to tell her what had happened as they were jumping through time; The Trial, The sentencing, The punishment. Nothing. Michelle was now concerned, but she smiled and said, "Would some fresh air help?" Luciano was a bit shocked. Normally in a case like this she would want him on best rest ". . . Did I miss an anniversary?" He asked, Michelle giggled "No! You big silly! I just wanted us to go out, that's all! And I know you'd hate it if I just made you rest! You don't even have to dress up!" Luciano thought to himself for a moment. . . It had apparently been months that they were stuck going through time, so then this would mean they hadn't been on a date in so long. Despite feeling the way that he did, he said "Mmm. . . Well, I guess going out wouldn't hurt anything." Michelle smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then she said "Great! Now let's get you cleaned up!"

"Yes sire," Nicola said with all the formality she could muster. Walking towards her bags, she glanced around surveying those who were to be her comrades. Given all the bruises, cuts, and blood that splattered them, she felt sure that these people, even if some were wearing pajama, could handle their own in merely any circumstance.

Still, I don't normally work with others...so how is this suppose to work? she thought as started to pick up one of her bag. Sighing, she was about to reach for another one when she heard a voice behind her. Turning, she present slightly frosty smile, "I'm Sy'rasri, you can call me Nicola and yes, some assistance would be welcomed."

Sure she could understand why he was asking now, first impressions were important. Second impressions were even more important if one had happened to have utterly destoryed themselves in their first. I suppose, she thought handing him a bag, that I'm just miffed he left me hulling my bags a bit ago.