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aviannabrooks‌:

Avianna glanced up from her phone long enough to note who it was she had called out to. His uniform clearly indicated he had much better things to do than give her a tour of the campus and she wondered at the lines of medals and insignia that decorated his chest. He was polite, as most men in uniform were encouraged to be, though the way he called her ‘my lady’ had a smile tugging at her lips. It was a bit more formal than the usual ‘ma’am’ she sometimes heard back home. “I’m just trying to find my dorm.” She admitted, shifting the weight of her backpack more squarely on her shoulders. The hours of travel made it feel heavier than it probably was as Avianna realized how tired and hungry she was. “And maybe the dining hall after I drop all of this off.” She added, gesturing to the suitcase in hand.

Mikhail’s eyes followed her as she shifted her weight, flitting down to the suitcase in her hands before extending his own hand out slight, “I can help you with those if you would like” he offered. When he had arrived his things had been carried away by the servant that had flown with him on his journey from his home and this more than anything affirmed that she was a commoner which only made him all the more determined to offer her aide. “Do you happen to know which dorm your in?” he asked, “If not it’s okay. Everything is sorted by year of study”

#c; avianna

victorious-vitoria‌:

Vitoria lifted her chin at his concession that student government was her domain. She never felt the need for recognition, and usually preferred to be the quiet voice commanding change or the puppet master pulling strings. Not quite seen or heard, but powerful nonetheless.“Yes, it is. But where would I be without you and your invaluable support in my endeavors?” She teased, holding out her hands as if she could better share her gratitude with him. Her smile dropped into a more thoughtful line at his honest words, however, and she folded her hands in front of her. “Did you have to remind me of that?” Vitoria asked with a sigh. “Don’t make me sad when we have a full year ahead of us.”

“As I grew up and my father prepared me for my career as a military leader he ensured that I would be able to recognize the brilliance in others and help them to utilize it. Gone or not, you’ll always have my support.” Mikhail replied before a small mischievous smile flitted onto his face, “and who knows, maybe I’ll become a resident at the hospital here in St. Amelie”

#c; tori

charliedesmarais‌:

“Sounds fantastic to me, I’m starving.” Charlie said good-naturedly, quickly glancing back at the building over his shoulder. Again, he could hardly believe it was really a dining hall and that a busy kitchen was somewhere inside. Surely it should have been preserved as some sort of monument? But then again, the same could be said about any of the other buildings on campus as well. “It was the uniform.” Charlie admitted sheepishly at the question, laughing lightly. “Though I’ll admit I don’t recognize some of your insignia. I’m not as familiar with how your country denotes rank, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I have to ask.”

Mikhail smiled kindly at him. As was customary upon arrival from one country to another the Prince was in full regalia to alert all those around him of his rank and station which he wasn’t particularly keen on but which his mother had, of course, insisted upon. For the first time ever he was almost embarrassed of his rank. For royals it was one thing to have a rank given to you by birth right, it was entirely another to a commoner that had to work hard for it. “I am Grand Marshall” he replied, indicating the epaulet on his shoulder, “ Commandant or Commander, I believe, is the equivalent here in Genovia”

#c; charlie #boys like a five star general

victorious-vitoria‌:

A small smile tugged at the corner of Vitoria’s lips at the sight of her friend. “Your Highness.” She greeted with a slight tip of her chin. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” She asked, tucking in a chair and leaning on it lazily. Her words might have been perceived as formal, but her tone had a hint of teasing to it. Vitoria was far from disrespectful, but she and Mikhail were close enough friends by now that she no longer felt bound to formalities, though it was habit to observe them. “Are you as eager for the next Senate meeting as I am, or did you have other motives dropping by the chamber?”

Mikhail’s face pulled into a smile at his dear friend’s teasing, “Please, we both know this is far more your domain than it is mine” he replied, an edge of playfulness sneaking into his tone. It was rare that he spoke about himself and normally he would have brushed off her question, but he felt that Tori was someone that he could trust - especially as his troubles weren’t really so troublesome. “Today is my last first day here. I suppose I’m feeling nostalgic”

#c; tori

aviannabrooks‌:

Who: Avianna Brooks & Anyone. When: Friday, September 1st, 2028. 2:20pm. Where: Campus main entrance.

Avianna took a moment to double count the crisp Genovian currency before handing it to the taxi driver, unused to the look of the foreign notes. It was thrilling to be in a different country with its old cobblestoned streets, low buildings, and rolling green landscape. It felt as though Avianna had fallen into an illustration in a children’s fairytale picture book, and she couldn’t help glancing around as she waved at the driver to stay seated and pulled her own bags out of the trunk. “Thanks!” She said, shouldering her backpack and kicking her suitcase so she could drag it behind her.

Glancing down at her phone, she scrolled through her emails for her dorm information and began walking. “Hey, sorry, you don’t know if there’s a welcoming committee or something around here, do you?” She asked a nearby student, hoping someone might be able to give her directions.

It was unlike him to be late for anything, even if that something was self-imposed, but here he was ten minutes from his deadline to make it to the main entrance for anyone that might need some sort of help. The skies over mainland Russia had been astoundingly beautiful. So much so that the prince had taken a detour around Germany and France rather than going straight for Genovia like he normally would have. He’d barely had time to set his things in his room before it heading quickly to his destination.

Almost immediately upon arrival an unfamiliar woman caught his attention. “Not in any official capacity, my lady” he admitted somewhat bashfully, “I would be happy to give you a tour though. May I ask where it is you’re trying to get to?”

#c; Avianna

grandduke-maxim‌:

Who: Maxim Varnavich Fyodor Maksimov & Anyone

When: September 4th, around 12:30 pm

Where: The Dining Hall

It was the first day of classes and the boy had already thought about skipping. Though he knew it was much to early in the semester to do so, and it wasn’t as if he actually wanted to fail his courses. Just because he didn’t particularly like them, didn’t mean he was just going to fail. He wanted to piss off his parents, but he also wasn’t interested in retaking anything. The only way to get through it was to stop and get some lunch in between. Not surprisingly, the dining hall was fairly crowded. There was a significantly larger number of students this year, which meant he would have to take a seat where he could find one. “Do you mind if I sit here? Thanks.” He said, not bothering to wait for a response as he plopped down next to someone.

A long forgotten cup of coffee sat on the table before him, application forms to residency programs stacked neatly and ready to be mailed set to one side and the homework and syllabus of the mornings classes set before him. The hours had ticked away as Mikhail had worked diligently at getting some of this work out of the way before he reported for his late night shadowing at St. Amelie Memorial Hospital. The sound of a chair moving alerted him more than the sound of a person’s voice, finally bringing him to look up from his work, “Oh. Yes, sure. I hadn’t realized that it was so crowded in here”

#c; Maxim #they probably know eachother?#Mikhail knows Maxim's sister

jacquellinejoy

#pics #Mikhail has a cat now

charliedesmarais‌:

“I’d say that’s a lucky coincidence but given the time…” Charlie glanced down at his watch pointedly before giving the passerby a warm smile, hoping that he got the joke. This close to dinner, it was likely the majority of students on the walkway were headed to the same place, but there was a reason Charlie had reached out to this student in particular. The uniform. It was foreign to him and yet all too familiar. A fellow military man, a soldier, even if they were not comrades in arms perhaps they were kindred spirits. “I’m Charlie by the way.” He said, reaching out his hand to the other student and feeling out of place without his own uniform. “You’re from Yurasovia?”

Mikhail chuckled and shook his head, “Oh just you wait until you’ve tried it. They’ve got some world class cooks here. The kitchens are always busy it seems, especially after the summer when we’re all still on different schedules” he offered. The smile on his face brightened at mention of his home, “I’m Mikhail and yes, I am. Did you recognize the uniform or is it the accent?” he asked as he shook Charlie’s hand. He could already imagine what his mother’s reaction would have been. It was somewhat common that royals already knew one another, not necessarily in person but because of the rather archaic practice of grooming them on what to expect of one another and he had no clue who Charlie was. His mother would have raged at the fact that there was no bowing or the slightest sign of respect made towards him but Mikhail wasn’t bothered. How could he expect to understand people if he spent his time reminding them that he was supposed to be superior?

#c; Charlie

aishasinghania‌:

Who: Aisha Singhania & Anyone

When: Saturday, September 2nd, 2028. Morning.

Where: Rise & Shine Cafe

“How far of a walk from here is the hospital?” Aisha asked the other as she yawned, her jet lag having gotten the worst of her. She took a sip of her coffee and looked around the unfamiliar Rise & Shine Cafe where she would probably be spending many of her mornings just like this one. “Because I am supposed to be starting my surgical training on Monday and I have no idea how it’s going to go.” She refused to admit the fact that she was beyond nervous. Becoming a certified cardiac surgeon had always been a big deal to her. It was her biggest dream, which she had taken after her father. But now it was almost a reality. “Also, do they ever do tours of the Palace of Genovia by any chance? I want to see how different it is from Buckingham Palace back home.”

“Whoa, slow down there. Breath. One question at a time” Mikhail said patiently, “You haven’t started your residency yet. All of your classes should still take place at the University. With a few exceptions here and there, of course, and definitely not on your first day. Don’t worry, you’ll get there. Eventually. You have to actually finish here first though”. The last one was admittedly something he did not have an answer for. He couldn’t exactly show up unannounced but he wouldn’t exactly be told no if he decided to pay a visit to the palace either. There was more or less an open door policy between royals. “You could look up tours on your phone maybe?”

#if you'd like to know the process for medical school you can message me #if you want #c; Aisha

the-princessvivienne‌:

Who: Vivienne Renaldi-Devereaux and anyone When: September 1, 2028; late afternoon Where: A corner of the student hub

Vivienne had learned the value of a quiet place to one’s self at a young age. With a castle that was always bustling with activity, having time to herself with a book or her journals became essential to her day to day life - even if only afforded a few minutes, the time spent in solace gave her mind a moment to unwind and process. And so, in starting at University, it was of the utmost importance to find her spot soon. The weather in Genovia had been more than agreeable, and after her last class had let out, the young princess had immediately gone to one of the outdoor areas, finding a low wall that she had claimed as her own, back pressed against the corner as her feet dangled down. Her copy of As You Like It was well worn, it was her favorite after all. When the lighting changed and shadow cast over her text though, she looked up, seeing the other who had joined her. “Oh! I’m sorry - I hope you weren’t waiting too long. Did you need me?”

Mikhail had tried, truly he had, to make the most of the days before orientation. Genovia was incredibly agreeable this time of year and he definitely should have spent some time outside but the library practically called to him by name. One of the best parts of going to a University that received so much funding was the near constant growth of student resources. His arms were laden with a new text on Immunopathology when he made his way back towards the grounds in hopes of finding a quiet place to do his reading. “Oh, i’m sorry!” he replied, turning to face the girl before him fully, “I wasn’t. I was looking for a tree actually. Or maybe a rock...” he responded noticing that he must have sounded more than a little crazy, “So....As You Like It? Are you a fan of Shakespeare’s comedies then?”

#c; Vivienne

victorious-vitoria‌:

Who: Vitoria Abato-Nascimento & Anyone. When: Friday, September 1st, 2028. 5:30pm. Where: Student Government Chamber.

Though the senate would not be in session for some time yet, Vitoria was content to walk the floor of the empty chamber and relish being back for another year. She ran her hand along the freshly polished wood as she moved through the rows of seats, stopping to straighten those that weren’t quite in place. It was best to make a good impression on the Freshmen and other students who would no doubt make their way through on orientation day, or perhaps even sooner. She turned at the sound of the old door creaking open behind her. “Can I help you?” She asked, her voice ringing through the empty room.

At some point during dinner it had truly dawned on Mikhail that this year would be his last. He would have to say goodbye to the place that had served as his second home for the last eight years and that was incredibly bittersweet. Before heading towards his dormitory for the night he had decided to pay a visit to all of the places that were important to him. Time that wasn’t spent in study or the pool was spent with the student government. The heavy wooden door creaked open loudly as he pushed it open. Nearly loud enough that he didn’t recognize Vitoria’s voice. It wouldn’t have mattered even if he hadn’t though because he couldn’t begin to imagine who else would have bothered to come in here asides from her. “Hello to you too” he teased.

#c; Tori

charliedesmarais‌:

Who: Charlie Desmarais & Anyone. When: Friday, September 1st, 2028. 5:00pm. Where: Outside of the Dining Hall.

Charlie took a moment to stop and admire the design of the immaculate building before him. The soaring arches and stained glass windows were stunning to behold, but did nothing to tell him if he’d actually managed to find the dining hall. Campus was orderly enough and he had followed the directions a passerby had been kind enough to give him to a tee, but the lack of signage outside made him second guess himself. “I’m sorry, this might be a dumb question but this is the dining hall, right?” He asked sheepishly, lifting a hand to catch the attention of yet another passerby.

September hailed the official beginning of the Autumnal season which meant the weather was lovely and skies had been clear over Yurasovia and Greater Russia, which of course meant that the Tsesarivich was in an incredible mood. This year would be his very last and he would have to start applying for residency programs straight away which was more than enough cause for anxiety and all the more reason to enjoy himself for a day or two before the school year got started. First though, Dinner. Usually he found himself helping out people who were new to the school and this year their would be far more of them than before. Allowing those who were not a part of the nobility had caused outrage in his mother and discontent with his brother but Mikhail was actually fairly excited. Upon seeing an unfamiliar face he smiled kindly and pointed to the building just ahead, “I was just headed that way myself” he replied, thumbing off the gloves of the uniform he still wore and slipping them into his pocket.

#c; Charlie #put him in a uniform just to get that convo going

Let’s welcome [ Mikhail Stanislav Grigory Vasilievich ] who is part of the [Fourth Year Grad Student ] class this year. Isn’t it freaky how much they look like [ Keegan Allen ] ?! Well, this [ Polymath ] is majoring in [ Pathology ]. People say they are [ + Respectful ] and [ + Studious ] but can be [ - Cynical ] and [ - Evasive ]. They are [ Cismale ] and would love it if you used [ He/Him ] as their pronouns. This student is actually the [ 27 ] year old [ Younger Brother ] of the [ Tsar ] of [ Yurasovia ]…Things are about to get interesting in St. Amelie !!

#stamelieintro

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