During the two days it had taken to travel to the University, it had been easy for Jo to ignore the crazy turn of events that she had found herself in. She had been able to focus on the mundane activities of travel, both the good and the bad. She could look out her plane as she crossed the Atlantic and wonder at the sheer scope of how truly big the world was. Jo could also get into an argument with some random baggage handler about her black backpack that had almost vanished. Whatever happened, she was just along for the ride.<br/><br/>She was aware that several of the people on the train were other students, you could tell by the baggage they carrier and slightly anxious expressions on their faces. They were a diverse bunch, it seemed and several were very yummy looking. It was a nice distraction to watch the others and imagine their backstories, or just imagine what they were like in bed. Josephine had chosen not to engage with them, she didn't really know what to say and she was not ready for all the introductions she would have to endure.<br/><br/>Then they arrived. The train pulled into the station and they all had to get out. Jo really was tempted just to stay on the train and see where it ended up, but the disapproving face of her two father figures (Ernesto the man who had taken care of her the last few years and her real father) pushed her up out of her chair. She dragged her feet the entire time through the train and then stepped out into her new life.<br/><br/>The vans had been waiting to take them to the school and now Jo was up close with some of the folks that would be her fellow students. One of the girls in the van said hello and Jo just sort of grunted out a "howdy". It amused her that they were being shuttled in vans, where were the horse drawn carriages. They were to study at a castle after all, Josephine had thought she was being silly until she saw the line up of sharply dressed servants. It had been quite the surreal day so far and high tea might be the peak of it all.<br/><br/>Beaumont Josephine Morris had spent her morning exploring the castle and avoiding her room. She did not want to unpack, that felt a little too real for the moment. The school was of course beautiful, it was stunning to be honest. It reminded her of her own little castle in Missouri that she had grown up in. It had not been a real palace like the University, just a very large manor but walking the halls of Dellban felt oddly familiar.<br/><br/>As high tea approached she went into her new bedroom long enough to get a dress on. She had been traveling in jeans and a large black TapOut hoody, and she knew enough about high tea to know that she would have to do better. Jo was still unsure she wanted to be at Dellban but she also did not want to make a bad impression. Her dress was nothing fancy, more of a sun dress really but it was her only dress she owned. It would have to do.<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/48/61/34/48613466620abd29c02ab567bcc933c1.jpg)So now she was sitting in a grand ballroom that looked like something out of a fairly tale, staring down at a pure white and lavender tea cup and listening to the head honcho talk about how he had gathered the best and the brightest. Jo looked around at the rest of the group, wondering if anyone had a "why me" expression on their face. Jo had that expression on her face. Her father had said he had pulled some strings to get her hear but that was not adding up, he didn't have enough strings to get her into a place like this. Her biggest accomplishment was her three wins in the octagon, and she was pretty sure cage fighting was not on the curriculum. <br/><br/>Once Dr Boussard was done talking, Jo got to her feet wondering if anyone would notice if she just ran out of here as fast as she could. With a some what shaky hand she gulped down some tea. It was time to stress eat a bunch of those little cakes. </div>