<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants Uniform (2 sizes too large at least)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Dorm Mother's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone | Ceri, Wren, Seven, Fox (m)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan seemed dazed for a second as Ceri withdrew and stood up, before she looked up at her and the halfling that had helped her outfit. The slime-shifter struggled to her feet as Ceri bounced off of the locked door. Now... now wasn't the time to feel sorry for herself! She wiped across her face briefly with her sleeve, steeling herself. The slight tears in the corners of her eyes were gone, and she looked determined. Balling her right hand into a fist, without even noticing it, it seemed to grow slightly, gain in mass. However, one of the other students managed to crack the door open, and the slight change in her hand vanished as quickly as it had come. Instead, she looked at the halfling appreciatively.<br/><br/>"Thanks, I appreciate it." Other things to worry about or not, Morgan didn't want to have her pants fall down right as something actually threatening showed up. That'd give<em>everyone</em>the wrong impression. But then... the dorm mother was truly gone. A momentary silence, as the truth of that sank in. They were alone, a bunch of freshly minted spellcasters and even a few without any magic, trapped in what could be another world. Morgan closed her eyes briefly, with a deep breath. Her yellow eyes seemed to sparkle slightly as she opened them again, raising her voice, and speaking far more confidently than a moment ago: "When I woke up in the garden, a strange large fox lead me to the door. It ran up the stairs. I'll go check on it, maybe that'll be a clue to where we are. Everyone else of us should put on any armor we have, grab our weapons. We might be in active danger."<br/><br/>Morgan turned back towards the stairs, eyes briefly lingering on Ceri, with a slight smile. The oozeling still felt herself blushing slightly, but ignored it. "Until we know what we're dealing with, nobody should move around alone." She looked at the woman that had offered her a potentially better fitting set of clothes. "Could you accompany me upstairs? We can grab something that doesn't try to escape from my body the moment I move at anything but a snail's pace on the same trip. And I can strap my own armor over that, then."