<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iuhgqeI.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Seven<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a monumental morning. The 100-year anniversary was scheduled for later and Seven was interested in seeing what the events would be. She was already up and dressed, sitting in her dorm room passing the time. She had a small desk upon which she was tinkering with some small cog wheels, one of her notebooks was next to it where she was writing down a series of notes and drawings. It wasn’t long after that Ceri re-entered their shared room. Seven cast a glance at her from time to time when motion caught her attention.<br/><br/>“You appear uncomfortable,” she observed aloud, “I cannot ascertain why, your uniform has a very pleasing appearance.” Seven attempted to compliment Ceri to help her feel a little more at ease. “What do you think the anniversary event will--”<br/><br/>Seven’s question was cut off by the loud sound of someone speaking. It wasn’t entirely clear what it was that was happening, and when the voice had finished there was a rumbling as the building itself seemed to be moving. Some of Seven’s work pieces rattled off her desk while she gripped both edges of the desk to try and hold herself steady. Luckily she was seated otherwise she may have fallen over.<br/><br/>“It seems unlikely that a test of this magnitude would be started this close to the celebration,” she explained to Ceri before starting to stand up carefully, trying to make sure there wouldn’t be any additional shaking. She followed to the window to look outside. “Insufficient information, but I speculate that we have been teleported somewhere. We should check with the others.”<br/>