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"Thanks." you hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. "All of this, for me?"
She gave you another nervous, but amused smile. "Yep. Enjoy it, Anon. Here's your key, and there's your uniform."
* VIP Suite Key Acquired *
* Vassioport Schola Uniform Acquired *
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Aleta shuffled in, loomed in the center of the room, waiting patiently as usual. You perched on the edge of the absurdly large bed, the plush velvet sinking beneath you. A gilded menu lay open on a nearby table, its archaic, elegant script listing gourmet meals priced in the hundreds, vintage wines reaching into the thousands.
You kept flipping through the pages. Dessert wasn't the end. A new section replaced the food descriptions. Students. Not meals. Each entry bore a credit value per hour in the tens of thousands, a brief personality sketch, body measurements, and a face. A student's face.
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Your (golden) vox-comm phone called you with a reminder about "Basic Weaponry" class that would be after breakfast, at 6:30 - that was in just about an hour. When the mess hall doors groaned open at dawn, you joined the shuffling line of students. They eyed you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, whispers flitting around about you being a "VIP." The massive, opulent cafeteria seemed staffed entirely by students themselves.
Your tray was slapped down with a clatter – a plate of unidentified, steaming, yellow and white blobs, a long, floppy strip of something vaguely leather-like, and a glass filled with a suspiciously orange, cloudly fluid. Nothing like the uniform, homogeneous pastes you were used to back home in your Hive.
"What's this?" the question tumbled out of you.
The server, a skinny kid with worried eyes, blinked. "...Eggs, bacon... orange juice, sir?" He spoke as if you were daft. You nodded back.
You navigated the sea of eagerly chatting students as you passed tables, your eyes glued to how they ate this alien meal. Apparently, they just... shoved the whole lot in their mouths?
* Your tarot is cold *
What do you do?
> Sit somewhere alone and try to smuggle some of this food out of here for Aleta.
> Try to join a group of receptive Astra Militarum students and introduce yourself.
> Try to join a group of receptive Administratum students and introduce yourself.
> Try to join a group of receptive Tech-Priest students and introduce yourself.
> Try to join a group of receptive Ecclesiastical students and introduce yourself.
> Try to join a group of weird, outcast students and introduce yourself.
> Write in
