<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Olivia Solomon<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS-148-0537<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Alchemy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Hall 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Riley, Tavleen, OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Day One had been interesting, to say the least. Orientation had been exciting. For the first time, Olivia found herself surrounded by people like her - willing to take a risk for the sake of knowing. That was powerful. It was invigorating. It was exactly what she was looking for.<br/><br/>The examinations - not so much. The Physical was bad enough. Of course, she'd been to the doctor's often enough - what was one more medical professional poking an prodding at her body? What was really awful was the Psych profile. There had been points throughout the meeting where Olivia was sure that the evaluator was going to send her straight home. It probably didn't help that her record was already chock full of incidents in which her intellectual curiosity had gotten her into hot water. It probably also didn't help that the psychologist was intimate with the work that had caused Olivia her notoriety:<em>The Effects of MDMA in the Caffeine Supply of a Suburban High School Educational Facility.</em>The conversation about that had seesawed between grudging praise for her groundbreaking work and pointed questioning about why any staff member of any educational institution should allow her access to said institution when such acceptance carried the implied risk of being Olivia's<em>next</em>test subject - questions to which Olivia had no good answer.<br/><br/>But Olivia wasn't on the next train out - instead she was here at Gamma Rho looking around at the collected first years milling about. While her luggage was still in storage, Olivia had brought her case - a bright pink make up case which actually held a diverse collection of what less charitable and open-minded individuals might call experimental mind-altering substances. But even the great Olivia Solomon was at least obliquely aware that this was probably not the best time and place to set up an impromptu experiment, as tempting as the prospect was. First - one observed. And observation meant more than just looking - it meant mingling. Sadly, she wasn't as good at actual mingling as she probably should be. With a deep breath she moved forward to at least one pair that seemed engaged in conversation, one with a distinct Midwestern twang. "So - this is where one goes when one doesn't fit in the usual pigeonholes so I hear..." It wasn't the typical sorority icebreaker. But then again, this wasn't a typical sorority.