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Characters: Lyra Silvertongue, and anyone who drops by!
Format: Whatever you want.
This log is: open
Location: Red Common Room.
Summary: After finding out she's a player and poking around the campus a bit, Lyra spends some time in her dorm's common room.
Warnings: Probably none.

That woman was unnerving, and had been no help at all as far as answers went, but at least she'd given Lyra everything she asked for. Notebooks, paper, pens, pencils, markers, and a large pile of sugary snacks and candy, along with six cans of cola- she'd realized she couldn't remember what it tasted like, but it was one memory that she could recover through experience. The same with whatever the word was for that color the sky was.

Leaving the candy untouched for a moment, she tacked up her first two pieces of paper to the noticeboard, both written in Lyra's messy hand. The first read "I'm a Player looking for Weapons", and the second read "How much does anyone know about this place?"

She decided that would be enough for now, and started trying to draw a picture of Iorek from out of her memory in the meantime, as she curled up on the most comfortable chair she could find.

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Play along? Is that what she was doing now? He can't say he disapproved, it was his preferred method of action as well.

"But I don't have many friends." He smiled as he shook his head. He knew El, Shoujou and Tougyu but he wouldn't go so far as to call them friends. Friendship needed mutual trust and well, they all trusted El at least. Was that enough to bind them together?

"And you, Lyra, do you have many friends?" He eyed the cans of cola. "You seem to be waiting for at five more people."