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Started January 04, 2022 by @flameazaleas fastfood

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(I can start, I just didn't want to rob anyone of the opportunity if they wanted to)

Emory paced the length of his room back and forth, bundled deep into a fleece jacket. The heat in the building had shut off again. He'd thought he could still get some studying done, but it got cold, damn cold, and he couldn't sit still. Instead, he left his room and made his way to the kitchen, intent on making something hot to sip on.

(perhaps a group of people are all in there watching tv? whatever y'all want to do to start this off!)

Julia had been up since four am, doing homework and making breakfast. Now however, she sat huddled in a pile of blankets waiting for the sunrise while the French toast filled their dorm with a wonderful smell. Julia hated eating and being alone, so she usually bribed whoever was willing to eat with her with food. On most days it worked, but sometimes, like today, she would start too early and be done before anyone else was even awake, thus sentencing herself to loneliness until someone else awakened.

Ali sat in his room, sketching the view outside their window. They loved the way the sun rose above the forest surrounding them, the honey-colored light that entered his room, turning everything it touched to gold. He reached out his hand, watching the way the light danced around their fingers… just as the sweet and unmistakeable smell of French toast wafted through all the gold. Ali was awaken from his trance, immediately feeling hungry and deciding to recede from their room. Julia must have made breakfast again…

Riley tied her hair up in a short ponytail, feeling sick. She'd have to present as male in front of all these strangers, and while it was easy to shove down the dysphoria on stage and in front of her parents, she'd be stuck here in this school for forever, it felt like. And, she'd been slow on writing for her new album, which was supposed to record in three months, normally a long enough time but she found it was harder when you felt like dying and not doing anything for anyone. She calmed herself down, however. No use wallowing. She entered the common area of her dorm, and examined the fireplace. It was unlit, but she could fix that. All she had to do was drive off campus down to the gas station, get some wood, and start a fire to warm them up. The heat in the building had shut off, and Riley wasn't fond of being too cold.

Ollie was sprawled across a couch in the common area, a book in hand and a blanket spread over his body. He didn't speak, entirely too focused on the novel in his hands. His reading glasses were on, as well, since he needed to wear them to read. He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it, not really. Surgery couldn't fix it.

"Hey, uh… duuude." Riley had to admit, she didn't really remember her roommates' names. "Wanna go down to the gas station with me? I could get firewood for our dorm, and you could keep any rogue paparazzi off of my back?" she offered, shooting finger guns at Ollie. She knew it was a slim chance but it could work.

Viktor slouched deeper into the upturned collar of his shearling jacket as the car rumbled up a small hill towards the dormitories. The stony walls of the gothic building were soon in full view, and he had to will away his frown when he felt eyes on him. He'd spent the entire plane ride sulking in silence, and even though complaining about his new arrangement would've been unthinkable, Viktor sensed the school's international ambassador— his chaperone —was aware of his misery. Between the lighthearted, methodical quips of encouragement, the childish hush that fell over them said more than anything. Back at Moscow State, Viktor's social reputation reached even the staff. He was the best, and so it was inevitable that they heard about his vast network of comrades. Second-best, he bitterly reminded himself, already thinking back to how tightly Monica hugged him at the airport less than twenty-four hours ago. "It should be you, it should be you!" In tearful, Spanish-accented Russian echoed in his chamber of memories. Losing to someone was hard enough, but losing to his girlfriend was something else. There had been too many sorry looks in those final weeks, and as much as Viktor missed his friends, there was an essential, nervous relief that had greeted him in America, where he was free of his cloudy aura of disappointment. At least here, he'd really be better than the rest. But then what is the point? I'll learn nothing here. They know nothing here. With a rough, excied shaking of Viktor's bony shoulders, his chaperone laughed twice and all but leaped out of the car, bouncing around to the trunk. With a slow sigh, Viktor melted out of the back seat and weakly slipped out onto the cobbled road.

Ellieana was outside the building, stepping a trail through the grass around the perimeter of the building.
She hummed to herself lightly, then scanned the building looking for vents or what not that could be used as an emergency exit.

"Hey, uh… duuude." Riley had to admit, she didn't really remember her roommates' names. "Wanna go down to the gas station with me? I could get firewood for our dorm, and you could keep any rogue paparazzi off of my back?" she offered, shooting finger guns at Ollie. She knew it was a slim chance but it could work.

(yo I just realized that I have "Ollie"'s in both this RP and our one in PMs O//O woops)

Ollie blinked up at this other person, cocking his head faintly. "I am not sure I am the best choice for that, as I also get hounded by them on occasion, but sure." he took off his glasses, setting both them and his book aside. He stood, looking at the student across from him. "My name is Oliver. And yours?"

(Oof.)

“Uh, Riley.” she said. “If you’re famous, I wouldn’t recognize you. But you might know my voice. Queenie ring a bell?” she asked, looking and guesstimating the dimensions of the fireplace, storing the information in her mind. She’d always been more technical, it was why she loved music. Full of patterns and technicalities and crap like that.

Ollie thought for a moment. "Yeah, kinda." he replied, stretching. "And it's less that I'm famous, more that my family is." he hesitated for a moment. "My father is Lord John Corley and my mother is Mariah Adams." he cleared his throat. William, his uncle, was infamous, and his parents faces both decorated the tabloids enough that those names probably would ring some sort of bells. "But, in any case, let's head to the…gas station, was it?"

Riley shrugged. "Never heard'a you." she shrugged. Maybe she'd seen offhand a magazine featuring Oliver or his family, but for the most part she didn't recognize the names. She didn't dabble in anything outside of a few movies and show business. She hadn't even starred in a movie yet. "Well, I don't really care much for the whole "famous" thing anyways. Nice to meet you, stranger." she grinned, holding out a hand. "And yeah, gas station."

Knowing nothing as happening for the time being, and feeling rather bored, Alistaire decided to enter the common area, huddled in the blanket he practically hadn't taken off since enrolling. There were voices out there, which did make them a bit nervous, but he told himself he wasn't going to freak out about stupid things like that. These people probably wouldn't ridicule them and make the school a living hell…. probably.
Once Ali noticed the brief exchange between Riley and Oliver, he froze. He had just walked into their conversation! That he had no part in! He started to retreat back into his shared room, pressing their lips together in nervousness

(Orion, what pronouns should I use for Riley from Ollie's point of view? since you said she's still closeted and would be read as a guy, is it ok if I use masculine pronouns, or would you prefer i use feminine even though Ollie doesn't know?)

Ollie shook Riley's hand, shrugging a shoulder. "That's quite alright. Nice to meet you as well. Let's go." he offered up a faint smile, then noticed their other roommate. "Oh. Hello there." he greeted. "We were about to head to the gas station, if you would like to come?"

Julia popped her head up, she had fallen asleep again, the pile of blankets that had evidently hidden her while she slept were still snuggled around her, making her seem like she was part of the blankets to the rest of the world. “Ah crud.” She said, trying to untangle herself from the pile. Then looking up, and she saw that she was no longer alone. “Hi.” She said. “Sorry to barge in, what were y’all talking about?”

(Orion, what pronouns should I use for Riley from Ollie's point of view? since you said she's still closeted and would be read as a guy, is it ok if I use masculine pronouns, or would you prefer i use feminine even though Ollie doesn't know?)

Ollie shook Riley's hand, shrugging a shoulder. "That's quite alright. Nice to meet you as well. Let's go." he offered up a faint smile, then noticed their other roommate. "Oh. Hello there." he greeted. "We were about to head to the gas station, if you would like to come?"

(Oliver could probably be cool and not assume but also could use “he” but idk when I deal witch characters that aren’t trans men like I am I tend to use “they” for other characters POV because it feels less transphobic, like at least you’re not overtly misgendering that character.)

Riley stopped. Another roommate? Well, it was obvious there was another. She sighed. More people to make lukewarm friendships with where they only used you for your fame. Riley did know that Oliver, at least, seemed okay and maybe could be a real friend.

(yeah ofc just wanted to check in about that)

Ollie stretched, a bit tired, but game to go whenever everyone else was ready. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, a yawn pulling from his mouth. He looked over at Riley, quiet.

(Good to know!)

Ali sniffed, looking down and shifting their weight. These people, based on the conversation they had been listening in on, were some kind of celebrities. And he felt oddly out of place. "Oh uh… if.. um… i-if it's not a bother, I-I guess." He muttered softly, hints of his accent chafed carefully in his voice.

(Before it gets too far, I would like to join!)

(so glad to have you! character sheets are on page 1 ^-^)