Your name is VRISKA SERKET.

You are a master of EXTREME ROLE PLAYING. You can't get enough of it, or really any game of high stakes and chance. You have persisted with the habit even in spite of your ACCIDENT. Your writer's tumblr is 8usy8lockingouttheh8ters and your st8ments...

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Nuts bolts missing bits and Jazz shoes

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“Works for me!” Vriska agreed cheerily. Maybe they’d find like, a wardrobe to Narnia or something. You know, just exploring in this big old place and nobody around, evidently, to help them locate… help. “Worse comes to worst you can use my phone and I can just get fucked on scheduling tomorrow…”

“I’m Vriska and I am neither of those.” She stuck out her right hand and then her left (who shakes hands with their left hand) to meet his. “You’re suddenly quite intimidating for a guy who’s, what, five foot four? Three? No offense, I’m just kind of a ditz about school and the idea of studying here because a normal school does not *satiate my lust for learning* is totally… alien.”

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He was intimidating, “If you find being able to recite Aristotle intimidating I hate to find out if you’re intimidated by Ballet and salsa.” He teased lightly. “But really I’m not an intimidating person. I can recite facts and figures but really it won’t be useful in the real world. Dance might be useful, but it’s unlikely since I want to study Engineering.” He explained. He was not prepared for the real world. He still slept with a puppet.

"As for the phone, I might if we end up wandering the halls for eternity."

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“It very well could be. We’ll get lost in there. Have to have a rescue team extract us like it’s the aftermath of a damn avalanche.” She nodded solemnly. “So I’mma have you go in first.” Vriska held open the door for Dirk and when they were inside, she finally formulated an answer to the rest of that. “Jazz, ballet, and salsa, huh? I was in a ballet class, long long ago. Never again, way too much work for me. Don’t have the body for it.” She seemed somewhat fit, due to a naturally high metabolism, but in reality had no muscle. “So, in conclusion, yes, extremely intimidating.”

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Nuts bolts missing bits and Jazz shoes

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After meeting her roommate, Vriska needed some air and was properly frightened into getting her shit together, or at least planning out her routes for classes the next day. So she was on her way out to the offices when she ran across someone- a fellow newbie, or an older student who might be able to help?- and she smiled apologetically about cutting him off. He appeared to be somewhat shorter than her, but that didn’t indicate age, and 3/4ths of the way into the year, anyone would be a help to a new transfer.

"Wow, sorry, man, I guess I’m a little out of it. You going to the office?" She gestured at the main building. "I’m a little lost but roomie said it was this way. Bit wary, though. If you are headed that way, I might need help finding the actual office bit when I get inside." She took a moment to look him up and down, noted the bag and uniform. Ugh, uniforms. Not the best.

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"Uh actually, I don’t even know where that is. But yes. I’m headed that way to call home for my Jazz shoes." He said. Unashamed of the fact he danced anymore. Something he used to deny up and down. He was still pissed over leaving such important things at home.

"So I guess. We’ll hunt it down together." He offered. "I’m Dirk by the way." He said moving the bag to his right hand and offering a left. "I’m a dance magnet and advanced student."

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“Works for me!” Vriska agreed cheerily. Maybe they’d find like, a wardrobe to Narnia or something. You know, just exploring in this big old place and nobody around, evidently, to help them locate... help. “Worse comes to worst you can use my phone and I can just get fucked on scheduling tomorrow...”

“I’m Vriska and I am neither of those.” She stuck out her right hand and then her left (who shakes hands with their left hand) to meet his. “You’re suddenly quite intimidating for a guy who’s, what, five foot four? Three? No offense, I’m just kind of a ditz about school and the idea of studying here because a normal school does not *satiate my lust for learning* is totally... alien.”

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Nuts bolts missing bits and Jazz shoes

Dirk had made a check list, one that had everything he needed or god knows he’d forget, now he couldn’t find the check list, his drill bits or his black jazz shoes. Meaning he left all three either on the bus here, on his bed, or in the bottom of his tool box and closet. Oh so fucking lovely.

But thank god he grabbed the wrong sized nuts and bolts that didn’t fit the wrench. Oh thank all gods above.

This is bullshit. The bits he needed for both his wielding and his construction electives were missing. And his Jazz shoes which he took time to actually fit his foot over just grabbing a pair that looked the right size, aren’t here. He’d thankfully grabbed his ballet shoes, but the jazz shoes had a grip the ballet lacked. They fit better and didn’t take ten fucking minutes to lace up.

He grabbed the ballet shoes and stuffed them and his dance clothes into a small duffle and went to find a phone and the studio? He guessed they’d have one? Why did he refuse a map.

This was going to be a long week.

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After meeting her roommate, Vriska needed some air and was properly frightened into getting her shit together, or at least planning out her routes for classes the next day. So she was on her way out to the offices when she ran across someone- a fellow newbie, or an older student who might be able to help?- and she smiled apologetically about cutting him off. He appeared to be somewhat shorter than her, but that didn’t indicate age, and 3/4ths of the way into the year, anyone would be a help to a new transfer.

"Wow, sorry, man, I guess I'm a little out of it. You going to the office?" She gestured at the main building. "I'm a little lost but roomie said it was this way. Bit wary, though. If you are headed that way, I might need help finding the actual office bit when I get inside." She took a moment to look him up and down, noted the bag and uniform. Ugh, uniforms. Not the best.

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Saturd8y in Room 102

First week at Alternia Academy fucking beat. And not a single trace of little half-sis. Well, high time to go and seek her out- and a little bit of snooping went a long way in a school with so few students. Room numbers weren't exactly some big secret anyways, though. Not long after getting dressed up in some ripped designer jeans and a dark blue tee (weekends = no uniforms. Perfect.) she got a message back that her destination would be Room 102. She took the short walk to Aranea's room and knocked, hoping to god that she 1) had the right room and 2) a confused roomie wouldn't answer just to tell Vriska that Aranea was out for the weekend.

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Team 8uilding

The day after Vriska’s arrival, she decided it was time to be serious. The more her teachers liked her, the easier it’d be to get through the next year and a half. So she’d put on the uniform, promptly hid it under a black hoodie, and picked up her schedule. Mathematics 11, Physics, English 11, History 11, Health... Social Skills. Did the school decide on that, or did Mom explain how socially inept Vriska was? Either way, she was partly offended but then ashamed because she knew she needed it.

The day was filled with introductions, working up from “Tell us about yourself!” “I don’t have a sense of identity because I’m mentally ill, you’re being INCREDIBLY INSENSITIVE YOU ASSH-” all the way to “Tell us about yourself!” “No, thanks.” These introductions were consistently followed by the acquisition of some materials and a teacher sympathetically crouching next to the desk for the hour to teach slash pep talk her through the material she’d missed. Hooray for transferring over halfway through second semester.

When Social Skills class finally came around though, the script changed entirely. Maybe this teacher actually did their research on the new kid. She’d slumped down in a seat towards the back, sharing a table with a guy only a few inches taller than her but quite boyish- Sophomore maybe? And she had not been bothered since. “Miss Serket? Did you hear me? You and your partner should be talking to each other. An introduction would be a good start.” A teacher interrupted her train of thought. Oh, or maybe she had been talked to but wasn’t paying attention. Vriska nodded and turned to the guy next to her, gesturing to indicate he should introduce himself first.

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Room 107

Vriska arrived, hiding in her oversized blue hoodie and with her suitcase and backpack. She took a nice long look around and finally entered the bedroom, pleased that her roomie had not yet arrived. Vriska took that alone time to shove her suitcase under the desk which was closer to the bed that was against the wall, and take out some of her various trinkets. She put an 8 ball on the edge of her desk- (“Will my roomie ever come back from the war?” “SOURCES SAY NO” “Piece of shit.”) and put her stuffed octopus toy on the bed. After unpacking these toys, as well as her laptop, tablet, and some other shit that she’d had in her luggage, her suitcase was a lot less cramped.

She figured she’d at least look clean, so roomie didn’t hate her right away, right?

After that, she sat down at her desk with her legs pulled up and clicked around the Alternia Academy website, looking through clubs and trying to find all the info she could on other students. Nothing on her roomie, sadly, but some of these clubs could be interesting. She’d reserve “fun”- wouldn’t want to get her hopes up. But hey, Body Mod club? Fuck yeah. MOGAI group? Right up her alley. She continued snooping around, reading forums and such as she waited for roomie to show.

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New School, Old Jokes

Ah, but to be able to reuse your terrible jokes. That's the upside to having a new group of friends every couple months. Or, in this case, an entire new school.

Or, not entirely new. Vriska had been a few times before, when she was awkwardly invited to her little half-sister's um, recitals or whatever those were. She had not particularly enjoyed these visits. In fact, it had been a regular threat on Mom's part that Vriska would be ripped away from her school and transplanted here. This threat had only become a reality when Vriska started realizing that her family situation was bullshit- or, when she started stirring up trouble anyways. 

She'd gone to a school counselor with a typed... manifesto of sorts, detailing all the shit that went down in her home and what she wanted done about it... and then the fucking social workers drug-tested her. "Whaaaaaaaat?" Momma Mindy gasped as if she hadn't known for months. "My own daughter!" And then shipped her off to Alternia to become a clean proper young lady, or whatever. As long as she wasn't around screwing up Mindy's terrible relationship with 'Dad'. 

Mom had dropped Vriska off like she was a particularly piping hot potato as opposed to a part time partying, other part time procrastinating couch potato. Which is to say, quickly, and without much ceremony. Vriska looked around the impressive campus sort of begrudgingly- Mom was a jerk, but a wonderful provider. Dad too, she supposed. 

She went for the building labeled "Dormitories", thinking that someone would eventually come for her there if she somehow screwed up and didn't go to the right place. Room 107.