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[fashionablejade-blog]

Kanaya=> Glean Inspiration

She wandered down the library stacks, following the indicators to the sections indicated for fashion and textile work, and she smiled as she found the right shelves.

Kanaya ran her hands over the spines of the books, til she found a few thick books, mostly on Oriental designs and fashions, which she heaved off, and held under her arm. She wondered where the photocopier was. Or even if she was allowed to copy the pages.

She caught sight of another student, and she wondered if she could help her. Kanaya took a deep breath, and quietly walked over to her.

"My apologies, I do hate to be a bother, but could you help me?"

[jacobenglishschooled-blog]

Jake English / Dirk Strider ==> Sort out differences

Jake waited  at the park benches behind the Dormitory building. He was ready  to  make some form of dormitory bathroom agreement with mr. dirk strider. After he'd been  given araneas  number so that they could  text one another, he'd been instructed  to  show up behind the   dormitory facing the woods for a diplomatic treaty agreement. 

Jake thought vapidly to himself as he reached  down for a handful of grass to play with and braid together that being a pinch high would  help  along the constant insul stream that was sure to head  his way from dirks side. He only smelled slightly like  weed but he overpoweringly stunk of calgone after his weed induced paranoia had caused him to pour 1/5 of a bottle of calgone  down the front of his shirt.

He still looked half asleep, his hair was mussed up  and his eyes were a little bit glazed over. But he had every  confidence that he was the  wise one, and that the  two prefects would not suspect a thing over his partially blazed state.

He kept in his seat facing the building, and waited patiently for Aranea and Dirk  to show up.

[theprefecthastestified-blog]

Dirk ==> Make sure your classes are correct

It seemed to be a rather common occurance really. That he would do his job, and everyone would hate him for it. He fiddled with his sweater, on which the crest of his school was sitting proudly. Why couldn’t people understand that this was a business school? They were here to prepare for their lives. And as none of them were going to be professional water sliders, he knew it was foolish to have the stupid water slide in the first place. He tugged on his sweater as he walked, making sure he looked perfect in front of the student body. He had to be a leader after all. When he arrived at his destination he smiled. There was Aranea, perfect as ever. He had always admired her dedication to keeping herself in check and her studies wide. Granted he found history to be a tedious subject to learn over and over, but his admiration was there nonetheless. He sat in the chair outside of the Ms. Dolorosa’s office, patiently waiting his turn to speak with her.