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Character(s): Yuri, Gwendolyn
Location: Dorm B109
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed, unless your character might be dropping in on Gwendolyn
Summary: Gwendolyn's getting one and a half new roommates.

Yuri had: a gym bag with a net and roller hockey equipment slung over her shoulders, a few changes of clothes, a strange froglike creature on her head who flicked his ropey tongue out constantly, tasting the unfamiliar scents of this new place, and a new load of doubts and fears to add to the ones she had brought with her from home.

Here she was, a preteen refugee, thrown from a reality that was uncomfortable and scary but at the very least familiar, something she'd managed to fit herself into, into one that was huge and scary in entirely unknown ways. The idea that this might not be so, that she might be able to be comfortable here, liked, happy, simply didn't occur to her. If Kumi wasn't here, why would it?

But she swallowed all of that as she paused on the threshold of her new dorm. Being from Tokyo, she didn't much mind its small size, but she hoped her new roommate was nice at least.

"Hello? I'm sorry to intrude. I'm coming in." She said in hesitant Japanese (the device at her throat translating it first into the local vernacular) and stepped through.

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"Th-that's right. The other two girls both volunteered for it though. I mean really volunteered." She thought for a moment. Perhaps if it were possible to specialize in a support role she could avoid most of the Scary Stuff, her primary goal at the moment. That with her Borg on she was more than the equal of an untrained person didn't seem to matter too much to her. "What else do we have to do usually?"

"Good to hear." She nodded. "From what I've heard of the other students, the courses that aren't centered around learning battle are little different from those found in standard civilian education. Also, there are specializations in support roles - you would still require some combat training for emergencies, but you could avoid the front lines were you to take that path."

This girl completely had Yuri's number. "Oh. That sounds good. I was in my final year of elementary school anyway. Th-tha-" Her thanks dissolved into a yawn. Where she'd come from, it was the middle of the night, and the time compression had drained her. "I think i'm going to bed. Goodnight, Gouendurin-san."

Inside her own room, she collapsed onto her bed. She tried to cry as quietly as she could, to not disturb her new roommate.

"Sleep well, Miss Yuri." Gwendolyn nodded at her and let her take her leave.

She could hear some slight sobs if she paid attention. The bird was oddly silent about this, as though waiting for her decision...

"...I understand. A cadet is responsible for their fellow students in need."