Jeffrey
First day at NC 
Motrem was holding their travel bag and sighed a bit "I should have caused more trouble before coming here at that academy..." The shrug a bit and readjusts his hat.
Tammy
Esme, if you had asked, was simply minding her own business.

A long day had prolonged into a later evening, and she'd stopped by the bar in Isakstad to talk with Valio. It was something she did often, sit up on a barstool, swing her feet, and sip Shirley Temples and talk to the patrons who filtered in and out. Most of them were friendly, and if they weren't, it was never anything Val couldn't handle. She'd told Esme she appreciated her company - it was nice. 

But, now, she made her way back through the big entrance to Newton's Cradle, her purse slung over her shoulder and a coil of hair loose from her curly ponytail. Her earrings clacked against themselves, speckled with silvery stuff and shiny bits of color dangling downwards, her sandals gently thudding against the floor. She spotted Mortrem, seemingly only armed with a cap and travel bag. 

"Hello!" She chirped, fixing the stranger with her best winning smile, holding out a hand with well-kept, painted-white nails. "Are you looking for Newton's Cradle?"
Jeffrey
Mortrem looks to the source of the voice and well considering the lady seems kind enough to say hello he gives a slight nod to her "Hello miss, for a matter of fact I am" He said and gives a slight curtsy.
Kathleen
Uuugh.

Today was a sweet release of freedom for Vance who finally arrived on campus with his duffle bag sling over his shoulder. There were some adhesive bandages covering stitches that were hidden under his clothes where the glass shards cut and pierced him. The spider silk scarf that his 'nanny' made for him hid the bandage choker on his neck where he received a cut. Luckily it wasn't THAT bad other than just bleeding a lot. He was grateful that the doctors and nurses were kind enough to treat him well during his stay at the hospital.

His dark hair was mostly a stylish mess with curls, waves and spikes that complimented his handsome face. His silver piercings clink quietly on his elven ears with the one smoky quartz crystal casting a glint of light. He wore a simple overcoat with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing a nasty burn scar on his forearm. With the warmth of his white sweater and gray jeans, Vance appreciates the comfort sustaining him from freezing.

His tall figure ascended up the stone stairs to come into a halt when a female student was talking to a rather feminine looking male?
Tammy
Esme turned her head to Vance, mid-handshake. She recognized him at once - word of Taffy stabbing him had spread through the school like wildfire, and so had word of his recovery. She melted her expression of surprise to a light pleasantry.

"Vance! You're back from the hospital."

She clasped her hands together at once, turning just a bit from the new person towards the elf. "I was just introducing myself to the new student, ah, forgive me, I don't know your name - but I'm glad you're back from the hospital. We were all concerned about you. Do you need any help carrying your bags? Don't strain your wounds."
Jeffrey
Mortem noticed this and had made sure to have his hand back on his hip while Esme was talking to the other. Slightly tilted their head taking notice of the other. "Lydus but can just call me Motrem" He responded "Hmm? Stabbed well that is not great at least you are still here and not pushing up daises"
Kathleen
His tired starlight blue eyes lit up to a realization of the girl announcing his name openly. He had never bothered to forwardly interact with other students and is now suddenly noticed by strangers? Did word get out spreading through the school while he was hospitalized?

"Uh...?" He looks generally confused of her 'kind' welcome before his expression shifts to general concern. "Come again? I think we haven't properly met before?" Vance slightly tilts his head with her brow rising and nearly meeting together. His pointed ears slightly lower as he stares at the girl and fem-boy.

When she asked to carry his bags, there was a slight pinch on his chest that made a faint blush spread across his face. "Aw... No, no, it's fine!" He rubs the back of his sore neck as he gives a small smile. "It's alright... Thanks... I couldn't do that to anyone to carry my burden."

Then his attention shifts to Mortrem with a sense of unease when he feels something weird is coming from them. "Name's Vance... Vance Blackmore, it is a pleasure to meet you both."
Tammy
"We haven't," Esme conceded, "But I think that your incident has introduced you for yourself."

She nodded towards Lydus in some sort of acknowledgement.

Vance reminded her immediately of her brothers. They were always too proud to allow for even slivers of help. Esmeralda never understood it. She asked her mother, once, who had simply pulled her thick, curly hair from her eyes and looked at her in the tall, silvery framed mirror, and told her it was simply how men were. 

"Esmeralda Baltimore - pleasure to make your acquaintance, though, it would have been better under such circumstances as this. May I guide you two back to the dormitory? Our new friend looks terribly lost. What room are you both in?"

She began to walk towards the elevator, glancing over her shoulder at the two.
Jeffrey
Motrem simple was being on his well best behavior considering the two had not given him reason to well be aggressive to put in a more civil manner. "I just came here and plus with Esmeralda stating that situation." He glances to Esme for a bit "Ah yes that would wonderful. Oh well I don't think I was given a room I am a new arrival to say the least" He said and started to follow with his bag and luggage.
Kathleen
"Esmeralda? Such a pretty name," Vance complimented, placing his hand inside his overcoat pocket. The tips of his fingers could touch the corner of his match box. "I think it means emerald?"

He fell quiet debating on his choices before deciding to go with the flow. "I stay on the first floor, it shouldn't be hard to find... It's 1152..." Then he falls quiet again when Mortrem begins to speak in a fanciful tone. On the stairs he watches them walk ahead before following behind the duo with his height fully towering over most of the other students. He was the last to walk inside of the elevator where he stood further from the two kids to mind himself in his corner.
Tammy
"You flatter me," Esme replied, a smile pulling her on face. "1152, then? We're on same floor. I'll walk you down that way, and then, perhaps, I can help Motrem find a way to the administration to find out where they're supposed to be staying. Can't have you sitting on the streets after all!"

She hurried down the hallway.

"So - allow me to indulge a question, or two? Where are you two from? How did you end up here?"
Jeffrey
Motrem adjusts his green-yellow tinted sun glasses then folds it and hangs it on their shirt "All good." He said and he has his hand on his hip it. It on the right pointer finger has a black ring that has a white jade snake with emerald eyes and holding a skull in it's mouth "Hmm I'll answers those questions after Vance."
Kathleen
A heavy weight rested on his stomach when THAT question was brought up by Esmeralda. It made his skin turn slightly pale when a sick sensation washed its nauseous wave over his head. A single bead of sweat slid down his temple as he averted his gaze towards the control panel, watching the buttons slowly skip from one number to the next. 

"I'm from Sicily..." He said meekly, his tone almost quiet and reserved. His hand subconsciously slid over on his scared arm. His thumb was rubbing over the sensitive textures of the scar that prickled grumpily. 

Vance hoped that Mortrem would be the yappy sort to keep her entertained by answering most of her questions. Talking about how he arrived in this slammer was a topic that he's not ready to converse about. 

Then suddenly he was thrown under the unneeded spotlight unintentionally by the new student.*"Hmm I'll answer those questions after Vance here. I'm quite interested" Mortrem announced.*

*Fuck you! Just utterly fuck you!'* Vance thought, his brain sparking from the mild frustration. He doesn't express this as he quietly keeps this to himself. He tugged on his spider silk scarf nervously, adjusting it enough to hide half his face behind it. His starry blue eyes glance at the duo before his view falls to the floor. 
"I'm sorry but I would rather not speak about how I got here... It's a sensitive topic.."
Tammy
Esmeralda studied Vance with a barely concealed expression of discontent. She resisted the temptation to rub her temples, instead opting for a smile. 

"Sicily, a beautiful city. Have you been to it's art museums, *Per chance?*" She asked, an Italian accent dipping into her tone. "My mother is Hispanic, but she insisted I learn Italian, and Spanish. Sicilian Italian isn't too terribly hard to understand for me - perhaps we may practice together in the future."

The other companion seemed a bit dry, in Esme's thoughts. She gave him another nod. "1152 is just down this way, you know. The first floor is the quietest. Everyone who is a bit... Feral, lives higher up. I sometimes wonder if this was intentional."
Jeffrey
While Motrem silently listened to the tall guy's hesitant response to one of the questions, leaving the other question unanswered. It was clear to him that he may have slightly put the tall guy under the spotlight.

"I guess it's my turn, Well I'm from London, England. But I studied in Paris, France before coming here" He said casually. He ponders the second question for a few seconds. "I came to Newton's Cradle because I cursed my peers and made the dead hunt them..."

"Just kidding~!" He said with a slight playful tone and clasped his hands together, "On a serious note, I just taught some unsavory peers a lesson and slight property damage." He said with a slight sigh "Ah but can't dwell so much on that really troublesome" He once again returns to politely listening
Kathleen
Vance couldn't help but pick up a small hint from Esmeralda who just smiled. It was subtle but he spotted the muscles pulling on her expressions that made him a little uneasy. Fuck this new eyeball ability, he notices a lot more detail thanks to that blimey curse. She seems to be more focused on him now thanks to Mortrem turning the light onto him. 

Since they're stuck in this elevator together, he finally turns his full attention back on Esmeralda. He was picking up another notice how shiny her skin seemed to glint like a polished gemstone. She was a pretty girl with fine features that gave him a feeling that she might be good at socializing with how she presents herself towards strangers.
This was their first introduction with their presented impressions among each other in a small space.

As for Mortrem they do seem more stand-offish and bland where they stand at this moment. He didn't find anything too interesting other than the weird vibe that he can't shake off. With his examination, Vance figured this femboy could be into fashion? There's nothing much other than the fact that he's wearing an edgy ring and has a morbid nickname? Necromancer?

Guess he'll step up a bit to keep the conversation more 'lively' for the sake of their sanity. "The only time I have to visit an art museum is when I am doing studies for assignments," Vance said, shrugging his shoulders."As for the Sicilian Italian language? I wouldn't mind if I had some spare time? I'm a bit booked after the stay at the hospital." He couldn't help it when his pointed ear twitched at the thought of doing more work for Oliver. "I got a job and am taking driving courses... So if you're still interested can I make some time?"

He tilts his head curiously at them with his starlight blue eyes seeming to shine under the elevator light. Half his face was still concealed behind the spider silk scarf that hid his mouth. A sharp fang was timidly chewing the corner of his lip, hoping that he didn't fuck up his first impression.
Tammy
"Driving courses! I've always wanted to drive. At home, we only have our family's driver, Paulo. He's lovely, but I'd love to try it myself, sometime. What is the age for it, in this country, do you think?"
Esme tilted her head slightly in thought. When she was younger, much younger, she liked to think she'd have an old fashioned, white or tan Corvette, or maybe a Cadillac, driving down the streets of upstate New York with a scarf over her hair.

"I hate to break this to either of you," She said, standing outside the elevator, "But we're already on the first floor - you don't really need the elevator. In fact, 1152 is just past it, right over there."

Esme pointed down the hallway at the aforementioned room. A few gemstones clacked off her skin and hit the floor, a loose sapphire, a loose ruby or two. She quickly kicked them to the side of the hallway in hopes her companions would be polite enough to not ask anything.

She turned her head over to Motrem. "You know, it's really not polite to joke about cursing people, much less to call yourself *Un stregone*, as we say in Italian. A necromancer is hardly a savory practice, even for us parahumans to continue with."
Jeffrey
He glances at the two for some time then mainly to the tall guy. "Congrats on the job and driving courses' ' He seemed to have a genuine smile for a second there.

Motrem made a slight chuckle considering the floor and well now being out of the elevator with the push of Esme. "It's fine" He said "I mean detours happen" 


 He a bit slightly taps his pointer finger on his chin for a couple of seconds when Esme had looked to him and spoke about his unpleasant joke "Ah well you are right Necromancy is unpleasant but I can assure you I'm not a necromancer" He said politely with a soft smile
Kathleen
"I figure seventeen or eighteen? Wasn't questioned much when I took my driving courses at the school in Isakstad. All you need to do is pass paperwork and have a job to help pay the fee." The meekness DIED when the conversation shifted to a more comfortable topic. "If you need the phone number and address, I would oblige to offer some help." His closed to turn into a pleasant upside down "U" With a charming smile peaking over the rim of his scarf. Hand over his heart as a habit he picked up from home when offering help. 

His ear flickered when he heard clacking stones falling to the floor which made his eyes crack open to see gemstones. An amused smile spread across his face when he caught Esmeralda swiftly scoop aside her mineral dander with a left stage sweep.

"Haha... I was about to say... But I wanted to share a bit of my time to get to know you both." Vance followed behind to leave the elevator. "Speaking of the dead... Taffy seems to have an ability to make themselves semi-dead to do poltergeist activities... The mention of curses and hauntings... Still doesn't sit well with me." Vance lets out a sigh as he moves a bit ways from Esmeralda and Mortrem. Next thing he does is start walking backwards as he waves bye at the duo. "Anyways I need to go get some rest, ci vediamo dopo." And he turns to make his way to his room to leave the two students behind. 

When he finds his room to be in the exact same place, he closes the door behind himself before kicking his shoes off. "I am so happy to sleep in my own room.." Vance says groggily to himself. His pointed ears lowers when he steps forward to his bed before face planting into his pillow. With his long arms embracing it as he curls up into a tired ball, now beginning to fall asleep
Mae
Please get some sleep friend! If you want, i know it's short, but we can leave off here
Tammy
Esme paused, listening to what Vance said about Taffy. She slowly nodded, and turned towards her other companion.

"Be careful around Taffy. Valio doesn't trust xem, and I don't think I do either. Goodnight, friend."

And with that, she gave them instructions to get to the front office, and hurried out to bed.