<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/iuhgqeI.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Seven (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333496)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Dorm Mother’s Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Morgan, Ana, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 -<strong>AC:</strong>13<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The more primitive automaton drew Seven’s attention momentarily though soon she was intent on waiting for the Dorm Mother to emerge from her room. Unfortunately there was no response. Perhaps she was away helping plan the day’s festivities. “Perhaps try the door handle first,” she suggested when Ana had made her own suggestion of charging through the door, “I believe it likely that she may have been left behind when our dormitory was translocated.”<br/><br/>Ceri was suddenly preoccupied by someone that Seven didn’t exactly recognize. Ceri was, of course, a very physical sort of person and so she decided to simply pick up the newcomer in a large hug. Seven cleared her throat to interrupt, “Perhaps hugs can wait until after we ascertain our current status.”<br/><br/>“Curious, perhaps the magic that teleported us had some unpredictable effects on others outside the dormitory,” Seven observed after listening to Morgan’s explanation. “Your clothes seem ill-fitting, Morgan, perhaps we should find you something better. Your size seems similar enough to mine, perhaps you could borrow some of mine.”<br/>