Tricia
*There was quite a stir going on in the dorms as movers from the cradle helped bring in Ostan's stuff. In Ostan's mind is was such a hassle. He had his own small army of movers who he trusted, but the Cradle's security was tight. They had to bring two dollies just for Alexander, Ostan's giant cauldron. He brought his own bookshelves and desk, aswell as his own bed. To him it was the basics that would be needed to live comfortably here, though to others it would be an excess. He stood outside, overseeing the moving process with an imperious gaze... Though as the movers brought Alexander towards his door... It was obvious the cauldron was much too large to fit...*

*He leaned down, pulling out a piece of chalk and began to draw on the cauldron. With precise detail, he drew a circle across Alexander, detailing it with sigyls and glyphs. After a few minutes he was done. He reached a hand to his wrist, and a small drop of light collected on his fingers, before he moved them to the circle. After a moment it flashed, and the cauldron changed. Iron became rubber, and he stood back as the staff were now able to squeeze the cauldron past the door. Once on the other side, he drew a finger across the circle, breaking the chalk line and returning Alexander to his normal form.*

*Ostan walked back outside, returning to overseeing the process. He held an imperious air, wearing a long black and violet gown which contrasted with his floor length hair. His skin looked deathly pale, and his dull violet eyes watched intently. His right hand toyed with a bracelet on his left, with a large silver medallion at its center. The medallion was a magic circle of great detail, etched in silver for longevity.*
Carlos
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ It always struck Hatzume by surprise when there was a ruckus that she wasn't involved in- that said, there was one large as life right in front of her eyes. Propped up against a wall with a can of pop in hand was Hatsume, dressed to the 9s for a simple day (which was quite an honour to see actually, she hadn't overdressed in a while).
Chunky platforms, a face of exaggerated makeup and an outfit what could only be described as if 80s goth was fighting to the death with 2000s scemo. It blended together yet clashed in such conflicting ways.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ And this overdressed, pretty young lady wanted to know what the big deal was, her gaze followed movers dealing with helping a newbie into their dorm. She remembers arriving with not much outside of a suitcase, it was almost surreal to see rookies arriving with such dramatic haulage
As out of character as it is, Hatsume was relatively quiet outside of the hiss of an opened can of dr pepper and some slurping.
And then some sputtering on the said drink when she sees the ever... Romanticly eccentric new neighbour. He bore a *Robe*, like some kind of wizard, Hatzume wouldnt be surprised if he pulled a violet hue pointed hat out of his ass and told her she was a wizard too, harry. Not that JK Rowling would ever allow that.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ She makes eye contact, and has to force her jaw to hinge back together from her formerly surprised gape.
"You uh... Got a lot of stuff, newbie."
Tricia
*Ostan stood tall... Though his height was diminutive at 5'4", he used every inch and held himself regally. You could practically feel the old money dripping off of him. He turned to look at the newcomer with a sly smile. He didnt wear a robe per say, more a Victorian gown. Black, with purple accents, the only think more surprising would be his hair. It literally came down to the floor and if it was fully straightened it would probably go over a foot further. He walked towards the newcomer with graceful steps, before extending his hand.*

*His fingers were... Black? The ends of his digits looked darkened... And the black nailpolish didnt help. He appreciated that someone else here was dressed properly, and his dull violet eye examined her outfit critically.* "You are well dressed. What is your name?" *He asked softly.* "I am Ostan Tei Sheios" *He added, looking up at the woman.* 

"And of course! I am going to be here for awhile afterall, I might as well be comfortable! Plus, I needed to move my whole laboratory here, along with my study. Trust me, for every one thing I brought there are 10 more at my home. Except Alexander, I only have one of him" *He said with a sly smile*
Carlos
⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ Somehow Ostan's opulence made Hatsume feel inferior in her clothing, like a hooker or something- which was weird, considering thats an aesthetic that the tall girl usually admires. She was about 2x the extravagant dude's height, yet he was cradled by himself with far more height than her measly 6ft and 3 inches (well, 6 inches with the shoes) ever could. She looked herself up and down as best she could as if to make sure her outfit was as good as she remembers it being.
And for the good of her health, it was.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Shit man thanks- I'm Hatsume Setsuko, Hatzume if you're so inclined; Subtle but important difference." She continued to gaze on at the plight of the movers trying (and probably struggling) to relocate an entire village into Ostan's room.
Christ, this new dude was peculiar, a word that Hatsume can barely pronounce.. She repeated Ostan's name to herself under the hush of her breath- his existence now even more solidified in her brain.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "I guess? I mean, when i hauled ass here I only had a suitcase and backpack. Theres mkre furniture going into your room than in my entire childhood home" Hatsume snickered, taking a sip of her dr pepper and surveying the objects going in.

⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹↻ "Alexander? You got a pet or somethin'?"
Tricia
*Ostan smiled with a Cheshire grin, looking up at the newcomer while still somehow managing to look down his nose at her. It was a strange dichotomy, with such an obvious height difference between the two that she was literally more than a foot taller, but the dominant attitudes totally switched. Ostan was a pillar of refinement in such a way that it seemed to make all of Hatzume's flaws even more apparent.* 

*Ostan looked up at her, tilting his head momentarily... Before his posture shifted. He went from perfect nobility to... More casual? He changed the angle of his gaze, and somehow it no longer felt so... Hostile. He walked over to wall beside the door and lounged back, letting his perfect posture drop even further as he leaned back. He looked up at her with a knowing smile before speaking*

"Well, I assure you it is all needed. And Alexander is my cauldron! Remarkably sturdy invention, I have been with him for almost 12 years, he has lasted through even the worst of my experiments, no way in hell I wasnt bringing him here."

*He pointed inside of his room to the large cauldron, which was currently being lifted off of the dolly with great effort.* "Im sure they can handle the rest" *He added with a small sigh before leaning into the room.* "You can just drop the rest off. I will organize it." *He said in a commanding tone. He then turned back to Hatsume with a small smile and a very different attitude* "Now... I normally wouldnt ask this of the first person I met, but I would appreciate even the briefest of tours."