dndshs | [COLLEGE AU] WELCOME WEEK

Be there early, the Resident Assistant orientation packet said. Help the students find their rooms, the packet said. Help the students carry carfuls of belongings up and down 1-3 flights of stairs, the actual obligation turned out to be. After about an hour Vivienne had tied her hair up, knotted her shirt somewhere near her ribs with an extra scrunchie, and given up any intention of making a pristine first impression on anyone who wasn't already familiar with the former-Sophomore-acting-Junior-class representative.

Packets of papers and their corresponding keys were organized alphabetically by surname on a fold-out table at the entrance to her building. "Alright, who's next?"

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"Arkwright," came an unmistakably bored tone.

Aurabri stood; phone in hand, pristine white suitcase in tow, waiting to be acknowledged. This was their natural state.

“Arkwright...comma Aurabri,” Vivienne acknowledged. She found the corresponding packet and key envelope. “Here. Fill out and return the last sheet to me before Friday. Don’t make me hunt you down for it.” She rattled off a short list of her responsibilities to the white-haired student, and what was expected of them in return, before passing the papers over. “Vivienne Delaroux, RA.” She politely offered her hand.

There was something about her phrasing that was ... off-putting, but Aurabri shrugged it away. They took her hand in a delicate, yet confident, grip.

"I assume you're also the one who will be helping me with my bags?" they inquire innocently, shaking her hand and maintaining eye contact.

Yeah, she'd seen that coming. Vivienne sighed, clearly put-upon, and propped a hand on her hip. "Yes, I suppose, if you don't have friends or family to help." She watched, and...no, no it didn't look like they did. "Alright, yes, I'm the one who'll be helping with your bags. You're on the second floor."

She stepped forward to take one of Aurabri's bags. "...at least it's nice luggage. What's your major, then?" Small talk, to be made as she grabbed things and prepared to carry them upstairs. Again.

Several tables lined the walls of the student center, some displaying handmade posters, others covered in bowls of free candy or stickers, enticing students to come closer. Near the middle of the room, a lanky boy dodged between the crowds of swarming students, apologizing loudly when he so much as brushed up against someone accidentally. He appeared to be running between two tables every few minutes.

He slid into his destination table, nearly knocking the entire display over and startled a small group of freshmen observing the table.

"WHOOPS, aHAa--SORRY!" The boy held out his hand to the bewildered freshmen, the other scratching the back of his neck. "I'M ROCCO! WELCOME TO THE ENGINEERING & ROBOTICS CLUB!!"

Honey immediately shrinks back from the table he was observing. He's never, admittedly, had any interest in robotics or engineering; he's more more inclined towards the biological, but. He's heard about biomedical engineering and it can't hurt to read the boards on every table. Clubs, his brother told him to get involved in clubs, that's how you make friends. And he currently has, like, one friend? Friends. In college. Seems fake. That's not what he's there for. He's there to learn, right?

"Uh sorry, but maybe, if you weren't running--?"

"Oh!! Right! Sorry about that. I'm just having to run between two tables, is all. I'm on the track team, and I also help run the engineering & robotics club!"

Rocco wiped the sweat off his brow, and his fellow robotics club members looked a little annoyed with him - like he clearly did not have to be running between two tables at once. He seemed oblivious to their glances. A new potential recruit!

"Anyway!! Are you interested in joining the engineering & robotics club?? We have lots of cool robots you can help us build and enter in competitions!!"

Rocco grabbed one of the small machines on the table, a small arachnid-looking creature, and began to operate it with a remote controller. It sputtered to life and crawled across the table, but seemed to short out as it collapsed mid-way through its crawl.

"Aw, man...not another circuit problem..." Rocco scratched his chin and began fiddling with the machine on the table.

For some reason this college freshman is wearing very genuinely tailored garments and he pushes up his glasses, ogles Rocco with big blue eyes. The other students at the table glance between them, and Honey shrinks back just a bit more. Attention is not what he was going for, but, well. At least the first person who took notice of him seemed? Friendly? If completely frazzled?

"Oh. I have no experience, with, er. Anything. Mechanical." He does, however, pick up one of the small machines on the table and turns it over, observing one of the exposed circuitboards.

Suddenly forgetting that he was whispering previously as if to match the timid freshman's level, Rocco's voice suddenly vacillates to a loud, excitable chatter. "OH! You don't have to have experience!!! That's what a club's for, silly! You come to learn about cool stuff."

In his over-exuberance, he carelessly waved his hands around while speaking, causing pieces of the small robot to fall off, but he
seemed to take no notice.

"Awe, wait! Where are my manners! What's your name??" Rocco held out his hand, repeating, "I'm Rocco!"

"Oh, Honey." He pauses and realizes how that sounds, and clarifies. "My name is Honey."
He reaches out a hand and takes Rocco's hand, shakes it firmly and professionally. It's clearly a handshake he's practiced for interviews. He glances at the other students and notices someone roll their eyes, and that makes him pout just a little? And he's so much more determined to actually befriend this very fast very blue young man.
"Nice to meet you. Is there an application?"

Rocco flashed Honey a giant beaming smile. "Honey! Wow!! What a cool name...I wish I could be named after a tasty food...bees must really like you!" He trailed off, completely losing the plot before someone at the table next to him elbowed him sharply.

"OH RIGHT. Hmm...an application?" Rocco studied the young white haired boy, his brow furrowed. "Oh! You mean like a sign-up sheet!" He pushed a clipboard with a sheet and a pen towards Honey. "Just put down your name, and your email, and uh, yeah."

Grinning a little sheepishly, he leaned forward and whispered – not quite softly enough for it to effectively make it private – "Don't worry, there isn't an application for clubs usually! Everyone's allowed in!"

He stood back, a little proud to have what is clearly his first successful sign-up of the day.

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Honey flushes a vibrant shade of red and glances down at the sheet, up at Rocco. Bees, yeah. He studies bees. Bees are like, his thing. He takes the sheet in both hands and writes down his name in precise, exacting script, and then his school assigned email. "Oh-- good. Thank you. I've never really joined a club before?"

Well, he's been in clubs. But he didn't go about joining them of his own volition. He hands the clipboard back over and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more.

A short, adult man wearing a cardigan over a button-down with rolled up sleeves is perched on a stool drinking coffee and scanning through his phone, behind a table with a wide and detailed banner declaring Fall Musical Audition Applications . He does not look up when people come to the table, and lets the students he is supervising manage actually talking to people.

A tall man with an eyepatch covering one eye strides through the courtyard, approaching the table behind which the shorter man sits. One gloved hand clutches an expensive black leather briefcase, and the other a small bright blue bento box. As he reaches the table, his finely crafted leather oxfords echo off the pavement, slower and slower. Making no effort to turn his head and glancing at the man only out of the corner of his left eye, he utters a small grunt of acknowledgment.

"Montblanc."

Ares is absolutely transparent and perks up immediately, his head snapping from his phone to grin lopsided at Issac. "Morning, Issac. Headed to class?" He props one ankle on his knee, folds his arms and tries to look as casual as he can. He also takes a quick moment to glance at which students are manning the table that morning, juuuust to make sure certain ones aren't there to see him. In this. Particular. Situation.

"Got your hands full, I see. No coffee. Want some later? I'll swing by."

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With his face completely unchanged by the prying comments, his single eye unblinking, Issac stared at the man. Sensing his usual silent treatment won't work on his nosy, immature colleague, he let out a small, tight breath.

"I have to take the boys across campus to their father's estate after class. And then my cats have their appointment at the groomer's."

As his words didn't seem to land or change the expression on his colleague's face, Issac added, "But I'm sure no matter what I say, you'll find your way onto my doorstep, uninvited at some unlikely hour, like you always manage to do. Since you seem to have infinite time to watch over your students' extracurriculars."

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One hip settles its weight lightly against the table, arms crossed so he can smirk and lean further over into Issac's space. "You know I barely sleep." Two student's heads whip around at that comment, now openly staring at the two professors mid-conversation. Unfortunately for Issac, Ares is blissfully unaware.

"Busy bee, carting around Hugo's kids for them." He rolls his eyes and just grins at his old friend's comments about him showing up at all hours. "I know you like the company, stop being so stuffy."

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