Lori couldn't help but laugh in kind to Lawrence's comment about the ridiculous adult game. He definitely was nothing like the perverted titular character, at least not in looks. She looked forward to learning of his personality, all of their personalities, in due time. Somehow, she felt she would find a friendship in these three that she would not soon forget...<br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/>Time passed on beyond that day. Lori had spent most of her time studying up for her regular courses the rest of that Tuesday and all day Wednesday. Every once in a while she'd flip open Don't Panic and skim through the pages, but never quite hitting the parts describing the curricula of the courses she'd be modeling in. She was still apprehensive about what she'd find in those descriptions. She had wanted to experience her regular classes first, give them her fullest attention so as to make the fairest decision she could. She feared if she had read about the HSE courses first, and they were what she feared, then there would be no way she could hold concentration during the lectures on Thursday to see if they were worth working to keep.<br/><br/>With her determination, she spent her Thursday prepped for classes, soaking in as much information as she could, and finding the whole experience rather rewarding. She had no difficulties absorbing the the words her professors had to say on their respective subjects, even if they were unsightly, it didn't seem to phase her. They explained their topics with enthusiasm and a love of teaching that she had never seen in her previous school. It was refreshing, so much so she was almost excited to do her first bit of homework as soon as she was back at her dorm. But that uplifting feeling did not last long, however, as the ever encroaching decision time weighed down on her. As night fell over campus, Lori was nose deep into Don't Panic, her eyes feasting on the words like a ravenous animal, processing everything that was written on the pages before her. Her feelings on the  HSE descriptions that stared at up at her seemed to be nonexistent. She wasn't sure what to feel. The warmth her body felt each time she opened the book still flourished through her core and spread hotter with each passing moment she held it in her hands. But her thoughts about what would entail from here on out should she stay seemed nowhere to be found in her head.<br/><br/>Even as Hugh settled in for the night, Lori eyes remained glued to the book. She seemed to have acknowledged his presence though as she had switched off the light for him to sleep, but not before switching on her reading lamp to continue on into the night. She had barely slept when the morning sun rose and brightened up the dorm room. The same HSE pages stared up at her. It seemed as if she had not turned to read anything else in that book as her cheeks held a pink hue. She did not feel the least bit tired, yet as she got up and dressed herself, she could barely hold herself upright. It didn't even matter that there were others still in the room with her. Normally she'd flee into the bathroom to take of her dressing, but not this morning. It was almost as if she were in a trance as she pulled off her shirt, her demi-cup pushup bra still on from yesterday, before bending over to grab a different shirt from her luggage which she still had not completely unpacked yet. A low cut V-neck shirt, showing her cleavage without much to the imagination, and then slipping out of her jeans to put on a short, cute, pleated skirt, she looked like her usual cute self but with an added flirtatious aura that had not been there previously.<br/><br/>She left the room without a word and walked straight to the Dean's office, carrying nothing with her but herself, with a strange sway in her step, as today was a work today, not a study day. She barely nodded to the receptionist as she entered the waiting room, the harpy letting Lori through to the Dean. It was then that the Dean looked up from his desk, stern at first, but his expression softening as he took in the sight before him. His lips curled into a devilish grin, his beard seeming to curl with it, as a glint shimmered in his deep brown eyes, almost turning a golden amber color. "I see you've been studying up on our school. I hope that Don't Panic gave you all the necessary resources to help you decide?"<br/><br/>He asked it like a question, but he already knew the answer, as his smile only widened at her answer. "I'm going to stay." Lori had responded almost matter-of-factly, and perhaps with a slight hint of a slur. If somebody had spoken to her, they would think she perhaps had a few sips of alcohol before starting her day. "The people I've met have been, honestly, truly kind. My classes were more than fruitful. I believe I would get something far beyond a standard education here, but perhaps an exceptional one."<br/><br/>"We do pride ourselves on our educational system and professors. I will not hire somebody who had little desire to teach." He kept his stare on her, his eyes never wavering from her person, though they did roam a bit upon it. "I never liked the idea of bartering research funding for teaching. You end up with far too many professors who teach only for the sake of payment, instead of a wish to pass on their knowledge to the next generation."<br/><br/>Lori may have been tipsy, for lack of a better word, but her eyebrow did twitch a bit in confusion, "you bartered for my work, though?"<br/><br/>Dean Atir let out a heart chuckle, happy to see she still had her wits about her. With a wink he responded, "Well, you're not the teacher, now are you. Nevertheless, as I've said before, and as you have said just now, you have a desire to be here just as much as I do. I assume there is also a desire to work for our HSE courses?"<br/><br/>Lori pursed her lips a bit at the question, "Well, I'm not wholly excited about it. Anxious, yes. But not excited. But then, who knows? I'm trying to keep my mind open..." her words seem to trail off as her mind ran with images of what could come of working here. The Dean only stared more intently, his eyes narrowing slightly and his grin something more sinister, letting out a small hum as if acknowledging her words, but seeming to witnessing something a bit more.<br/><br/>"Exactly." He said with a simple word, and nothing more, verifying her thoughts, both audible and inaudible.<br/><br/>With a few more words exchanged, and a farewell and good luck, Lori left the Dean's office and made her way towards the next classroom she was meant to model in. Her pace was slow and unbalanced, seeming to swerve a bit on her path. If she had been a car, she definitely would have been pulled over. Nevertheless, HSE 301, she hummed a bit as she thought about what was involved in that course. She was already prepared for what was to come on the first day, thankful that it would be a quick refresher from the previous course, touching only a little bit on what was to be learned the following week. With this knowledge, she continued on with not as much anxiety as she would for the classes to come. Lost in thought, as is her default, she seemed to have swerved into a wall a little ways down the hall before the classroom. The wall seemed a little warm, though...it was strange, but familiar. Almost as if she were experiencing déjà vu.