Tour around Campus

Best friend? Even if she'd been told it was so, Anastasia did not quite believe it. Certainly none of her best friends (which had varied wildly throughout her years) would have grabbed her like that. Perhaps it was an American thing, assuming that Adelene was even American. Anastasia tended to just assume everyone was American if she couldn't correctly place them in a single European country.

"I am of the general impression that everyone at this school is some different kind of weird." That was largely the point of the school, wasn't it? To house those that could not be truly considered human. Maybe one of them was like her. Maybe at least one of them couldn't die, and could give her some kind of understanding or closure. That was what she wanted, after all - some kind of explanation for just what she was.

She had never paid much attention to boys looking at her, but it was hard not to pay attention when the boy--Lochlann--was looking her over quite so blatantly. He wasn't even trying to hide it, and Anastasia sized him up in turn, albeit more in a 'could I take him out if he tried to jump me' manner.

She was even more taken aback when he more or less asked her to dinner. That was what it was, wasn't it? Or had she missed it? Was she misinterpreting it? All of a sudden she was neck deep in what she thought of as American culture. Was this culture shock? Was Lochlann even American? Because the name Lochlann sounded.. Irish? Gaelic? Something like that.

But Anastasia had been raised not to panic, and she did her best to weave her way through the conversation without actually accepting anything. "We have not yet eaten. Perhaps the two of you could show me where is the best place to eat?" Inviting Adelene along would safely take things out of date territory, if nothing else.

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Tag to @"Paradox" ​

Anastasia had never been very good at making friends. It wasn't that she was too stuffy or formal or military-esque (although she often was). No, the biggest issue she had with making friends was that she didn't put effort in. She didn't try. She had nice conversations with people, and then never followed up. She didn't make second plans. She just faded out of people's lives, and that was that.

But now she had no one, and Anastasia was at least self conscious enough to be aware that she should probably make an effort. Follow up, at least in some cases. Adelene seemed nice, and while Anastasia couldn't say how much they had in common, she at least didn't seem to do anything that would irritate her, which meant follow up would be necessary.

She was not yet sure what to make of Lochlann just yet. She'd originally decided that he was dating Adelene, but he'd so blatantly hit on her that now she was second guessing it. But then he was standing there, just playing with Adelene's hair, and... well, the signals were not mixed so much as they were strobing together.

"We have not yet been to the roof." She confirmed, although she couldn't see much of a need to go up on the roof. A roof was a roof.

Neither salty nor sweet particularly appealed to her, and she considered for a moment how to answer.

"Neither. I do not know the english word for it, but I like umami." Despite the fact that she said the word with a heavy russian accent, it was actually a japanese loan word. "Like a good meat, or a good soup with mushrooms." Savory would probably be the closest english equivalent, but Anastasia's English struggled when dealing with more obscure words. "And you, Adelene? What flavor is your favorite?" She was always quick to shift the conversation, because she was not entirely keen on having Lochlann entirely focused on her. He had a very intense stare.

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Tag to @"Paradox", @"Red" ​

Anastasia really didn't see the appeal of the roof, but it was obvious that both Lochlann and Adelene were excited about it, and she didn't quite have it in her to shoot it down. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe the roof really would be interesting. It seemed the towers would be the first pitstop, and then food, which... well, she could have swapped, but it was probably a bit early for people to eat anyway, and it was just her that was thrown off by the time zone change.

Although it seemed like Lochlann had other plans, and Anastasia glanced back at him as he suggested eating lunch there.

"You mean like a picnic?" That was the word, wasn't it?

"Russia." Simple enough, although Russia was a big place. She wasn't keen on giving even more details, in part because she'd moved around a lot. She couldn't just say she was from one part of Russia without elaborating where she'd been born, where she'd lived last, and the places she'd stayed at the longest.

Most people really wouldn't care. "No, she hasn't." Anastasia admitted, although she wasn't entirely clear if this was the start of an attempt to scare the pants off her with a haunted portrait.

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Tag to @"Paradox", @"ReD" ​

Anastasia would have loved to have said that she hadn't been on a picnic in years, but the truth was she didn't think she'd ever been on a picnic. She had ranged wildly between urban and extremely remote, and picnics had always seemed to her to be a suburban middle class sort of thing. A family with their two point four kids, taking a basket to the local park.

It had never seemed terribly appealing to her.

"No, just Russia." She had lived in Russia all her life, and expected to live there forever. Manta Carlos was new, and to her, felt very strange and American. It wasn't actually American, but American culture was what she was most exposed to outside of Russian, and if it wasn't Russian, in her head that meant it was American.

She soon found herself pressed up against Lochlann's side, which was a bit too much personal contact. While she made a face, she didn't actually say anything, resisting the urge to toss him on instinct alone.

"I have never played Tennis before." She admitted. It hadn't been covered in her gym class at all. "And the roof seems a poor place for it."

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Tag to @"Trahnael", @"ReD" ​