Who: Dante, OTA What: Dante has just finished unpacking... When: Today? Where: On Campus, exploring... Rating: PG, I'm sure
He had barely finished unpacking all his things. Well not all of his things. There wasn't room for all of his things in his room. It wasn't that it was small, because it was really a fairly decent size. He had a little help from a few of the older residents with the furniture. It smelled like nobody had even set foot in the room before. New room smell. He paced the floor and looked down at his toes as they wiggled on the tile floor. "I'm glad it isn't carpet..." He mumbled to himself as he averted his eyes to the desk in the corner. An oil burner sat on the desk begging to be lit.
He meandered over to the desk and turned on the oil burner before he grabbed some oil out of the top drawer in the desk. "Cupcake, Sugar Cookie, Vanilla Bean Latte, or Pina Colada?" He asked himself out loud as he fumbled through his first box of oils. "Definitely Vanilla Bean Latte." He said as he picked up the vial, opened it, and poured it carefully into the already hot burner. Almost immediately his room began to smell like Coffee and Vanilla. A fabulous scent combination. The bed had already been made neatly, white satin duvet smoothed over the pillow top mattress. The color scheme in his room had only one dominant color: white. White anything white everything. White was a bit impractical, but it was his favorite color nonetheless.
Pictures covered one of the walls completely; each one in their own brushed gold frame. Friends, family, mentors made up the most of them. Only one of the frames had a picture of of his maternal grandparents. Each picture had a pleasant memory. He glanced quickly around the room to make sure that everything was in its correct place, and it was.
Dante decided that it would be a great welcome idea to go to the student kitchen and bake several batches of cookies for the students. "I definitely need to change before I go down." He said to himself as he slipped out of his clothes and into another outfit. The new outfit hung loose on is thin frame. It was white and made of a thin white cloth, almost see through. It rippled in the breeze as he walked out of his room, and made his way around the mansion, looking for a place to cook.