The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Shizuka and Nate
When: Thursday around 2 PM
Where: The Library
What: Both of them had a penchant for baked goods!

Shizuka couldn't exactly decide if she liked this whole talking by journal thing or not. She was easily hurt or upset by things people said, she didn't have a clue how to react to most of the things people were talking about, but, on the other hand, she was talking to people, right? Well... sort of. Yeah... okay... she would go with that. It was closer than she normally got to talking to anyone. Of course, she also seemed to be faring on other people's journals rather than her own, so maybe it wasn't for her after all.

Talking about cake and cookies on someone else's journal had made her really crave some sweets, and not the kind that she was getting in the cafeteria. Now, she wasn't sure how on earth she was going to make them, as she wasn't part of the cooking club or anything, but maybe she could get a recipe for no-bake cookies or something. It was a long shot, but with the cooking club at this school having meetings, Shizuka thought it was only natural that they have a - probably small - section for cooking in the library.

With that in mind, she had already gotten lost in the library. At least, she was fairly sure she was lost. She couldn't remember what part of the 1200 section was for cooking and what was for, she couldn't remember, botany or something else weird like that. In fact, she was so intently looking at the numbers and titles of all the books that she didn't even realize she was going to bump into someone until... well, naturally, she did. It wasn't a hard bump, but it certainly made her backpedal for a second and hold her hands out. "S-s-sorry," She stammered, then tried to see if she could find her voice again outside of her normal mousy one. "I... didn't... I wasn't paying attention and..." She glanced up and realized the person in front of her was... "Wow, you're taller than me."

Who: Lelia and Shizuka
When: Wednesday night
Where: In Lelia's dreams
What: Shizuka's being herself and staying in other people's dreams


Wednesday had been just like yesterday, and the day before that for Shizuka. She had spent some time checking out a few of the places, like the Library, but, she was tired even when she got back to her room just after dinner. Social interactions were hard for her, they made her incredibly nervous, she shook, she stuttered and she... she knew they would never work out the way she wanted to. She was terrified of talking to guys most of the time, mainly because she was always afraid they would want nothing to do with her.

With that in mind, Shizuka had decided to hide under her covers again this evening, skimming some of the journals that had been put online from other students. She didn't spend too long on any particular one, but the fact that someone mentioned beaches had made her blush, glance at the screen and, while she thought she recognized the face, she didn't want to pursue it any longer. Gasping, she shut her computer screen and let the laptop go on standby before she curled up in bed and tried to sleep.

Surprisingly, it didn't take all that long before Shizuka's mind had finally slipped away into the dreams of others, and she found herself wandering before she finally settled on someone.

Who: Shizuka, Zevira
When: Lunch
Where: The Lunch Line
What: Two shy girls, one long line, one common quest for food. That, and the shock that is Zevira's face.

There was no bounds for the hunger raging inside Zevira's tiny stomach. She was practically starving. For some reason she didn't think it would take a genius to remember to eat breakfast in the morning. Yet she had not done so, having over slept. The Gemman wasn't used to having to wake up for anything and still had not gotten on board to the school's schedule. In that respect, she was very slow. So with the fastest steps she could muster without looking like she was running or even attempting to go somewhere too quickly, Zevira hustled to the cafeteria. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, at least at that moment, but the line was not. Frowning, she pushed her hands into her pockets. These days she learned how to get them even into the tightest of spaces, despite the large gem taking up most of the back of her hand. She had gloves on anyway. They were thin, much like framers gloves--in the way they were light and breathable--if anyone had ever worked in a frame shop. Most of her "covering" clothes were thin because 60 degrees was warm any time of the year.

When Zevira made it to the end of the line, she sighed. She wasn't even late for lunch. Was this considered early? She would have to haul some serious ass everyday if she wanted to avoid this line, or come later. Shaking her head, a curl of pink hair falling in front of her face to be moved back into the purple scarf she had tying back her hair and hiding most of it behind the silky fabric, she waited. There were only a handful of people behind her by the time she got to the food, which looked absolutely divine at this point, but many before. When she grabbed a tray and began to put a plate of that days "special" on it, she gasped as her clumsy elbow knocked a drink over the tray before hers.

"I'm so sorry!" she said as she looked around for a napkin to clean it up with. "I didn't get anything on you, did?" Zevira frowned behind the scarf she had laced over the front of her face. She knew she looked very strange and may as well have just worn a ski mask she showed so little of her skin. Wearing her scarves was a habit she knew she would need to break in time, but for now she was fine looking a little silly. If people asked, people she knew she'd never see again, sometimes she lied and told them she was adopted into an Indian family. That usually shut them up. But she couldn't really lie to these people at school, they had potential to be friends. Or, in the least, people who would know she was lying.

Who: Shizuka Yumeko and OPEN (Who wants it? You know you do! Who wants it!)
When: Tuesday night
Where: Shizuka's room and in someone else's dreams
What: Shizuka does her very typical routine of hiding away in her covers and  trying to live someone else's life

Shizuka had been dozing off and on most of the day since she had arrived here at Tiberius Swann. She didn't like it here. It felt... sterile, and strange and Gothic and terrifying all at once, and the twenty-four-year-old liked her privacy, liked warmth. She'd slipped out of bed while she was alone in the room long enough to pull on pajamas an slip back into bed, ducking under the covers and staring at the wall in front of her for a few hours. She had a lot to think about.

"Papa..." She whispered, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to make herself fall asleep. Her dreams had always been a place to keep her safe, to help her and to make her life seem better somehow... but now they were not helping her. She missed her father, and she didn't like the fact that he'd decided for her to go away before he died. She didn't even know how he had figured out that she could do these things, but... maybe it was for the best. It got her away from Burbank, away from the West Coast, and even though this place was damned cold, maybe she would still be left alone and she could just go on like usual.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to anyone. It was that she'd spent her life not really being able to have a social interaction that didn't manage to be a conglomeration of stuttering and being too nervous beyond reckoning. It really was no wonder that she simply wanted to curl up and disappear into someone else's fantasies. She knew  she needed to talk to her new roommate, she had yet to speak to her, but...

Not yet. Just... not yet...

It was while Shizuka was drowsily thinking about talking to her roommate that her eyes finally fluttered closed, and she was gone... off somewhere else....