I went to SV for the escapism, and all I got was this lousy college quest

Meet the Roomies, Part 1
Sorry for the delay. The death of Mounty Oum, a man and artist that I admired, threw me a bit.

Also, the dice love you. You got a 97, 96, and 93 for meeting your roommates (modified 77, 76 and 73), passing both the presence roll and two composure roll, as well as a 91 on your attractiveness roll (on the 'attractive' table). You are one of the most beautiful people alive, being more attractive than 98.5% of the human population. There goes my game balance. -__-

[] The Nerd
[] Orchestra
[] Volunteer Work
[] Sufficient Velocity/SpaceBattles
[] Gaming Desktop Computer
[] Smart Phone
[] Attractive
[] Afraid of
-[] Heights
[] Frequent Nightmares

You're trudging back to your dorm at the rear of the large mass of students that had been in the first year speech thing. You're pretty sure it was mostly unimportant fluff, since even both your parents seemed to loose interest. After all, if there was something important, they'd certainly feel the need to chime in with what you "should" do. They did with everything else, as if you were a moron who couldn't function in society. Still, they'd said their goodbyes and drove away, your mother making enough of a scene that you'd been uncomfortable. It would have been intolerable if not for the fact that several other parents were just as bad, if not worse. The delay though meant you were one of the last students to make it back to your squat dorm building.

Zorndyke Residence Hall is an aging, four-story, brick building, built in the late sixties. The building is co-ed, but it is divided by floor, with the first and fourth floor for boys and the second and third floors for girls. You're a bit jealous of the boys on first floor, since you had to lug all your stuff up the stairs (there was no elevator), but you can't be too upset since you're only on the second floor. You've been assigned room 202 along with two other girls. Unfortunately, you hadn't arrived as early as you would have liked this morning, and were unable to snag the single bed, and were left with the bunk. Fortunately, you arrived early enough to have your pick of top or bottom bunk.

[] Top Bunk
[X] Bottom Bunk LOCKED - FEAR OF HEIGHTS

When you were moving in, neither of your roommates had been there. The one who had snagged the single bed had already left by the time you arrived, and your other roommate hadn't arrived by the time you went out for lunch before the first year welcoming speech thingy. You find yourself outside your room, hesitating, listening to the faint murmur of conversation inside. It wasn't that you were afraid or anything, but it had been awhile since you had met new people. You weren't entirely sure how to go about it, but you take a moment for yourself. You knew how valuable making first impressions were, and you had to live with these people for the whole year. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

Both occupants of the room stop conversing with each other, and turn towards the door with a questioning look. On the single bed is sitting a plain-looking girl dressed in baggy jeans and a t-shirt, with her dirty blonde hair drawn into a pony-tail. Standing in the middle of the room is a tall, athletic looking redhead whose face is dominated by her large roman nose. You make a mental note not to mention her nose, and give them your best confident smile. People like confidence and shit, right?

The grungy blonde gives you a forced looking smile, while the redhead smiles warmly. You wonder if the blonde doesn't like meeting new people or is just tired. She did beat you here after all. You're momentarily distracted by the dozens of One Direction posters that are now plastered on the wall by the top bunk. One of those types of girls? But you manage to squash the disgust almost immediately. First impressions you remind yourself.

"Hello! I guess you two are my new roommates?" you ask with added cheer in your voice. Right, confidence, cheerfulness, and not calling people idiots, that's how you do it.

"Yep!" the big-nosed girl responds, "I'm Sam. Well, Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam."

The blonde nods at you, "I'm Victoria."

Right, and the next step is to thank them and introduce yourself. See, this is easy! You didn't even know why you were worried. "Nice to meet you Victoria. Sam. I'm...

What is your name?
[] Write-in

Picture (Must wear glasses and be SFW).
[] Default
[] Write-in

What topics do you bring up (select as many, or as few as you wish)?
[] Majors?
[] Hometown?
[] Highschool?
[] Hobbies?
[] Write-in

Also, Ramble, please select a string instrument and volunteer location for GM approval, since it was your plan that won.
 
[X] "I'm Christina Clarissa! You can call me Chris, though. Everyone does!"

[X] We are played by award-winning actress Amy Acker in a blonde wig and glasses

[X] Majors
[X] Highschool
-[X] We hated high school. Sooooo boring!
[X] How ~super excite~ we are to be living the college life.
 
[X] Ivy

Picture (Must wear glasses and be SFW).
[X] Default

What topics do you bring up (select as many, or as few as you wish)?
[X] Majors?
[X] Hometown?
[X] Hobbies?
[X] What they think of the room?
[X] Contactinfo & preferences (call, text, etc.)

Edit: Added contact info etc, cause that's really something we need to know.
 
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I'm fine with any name or pic.

[X] Hometown?
[X] Hobbies?
[X] What they think of the room?
[X] Contact info & preferences (call, text, etc.)

Those are kind of the defaults. Majors will come up eventually no matter what. Sometime soon, we should also bring up sleeping preferences (preferred bedtime, wake up time, darkness, sound level, etc.) and general level of cleanliness. Best not to be too overbearing though. And high school topics can be avoided till other people bring them up, since everyone's in a "I'm looking to the future and trying to be a big girl now!" mode.
 
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[X] Ivy

[X]

[X] Hometown?
[X] What they think of the room?
[X] Contact info & preferences (call, text, etc.)
 
You are one of the most beautiful people alive, being more attractive than 98.5% of the human population. There goes my game balance. -__-
Clearly, we keep it hidden behind unfashionable accessories, a bad haircut, and frumpy/baggy clothes. Our true beauty will only be revealed after most of the year has elapsed and we go through a makeover montage, just in time for the big dance sportsball game party so that special someone can notice us and then we'll realize how shallow that person is and that we really are meant to be with the nice, quiet person who's been supporting us all year.

*cough*

Or so all the teen movies I've ever seen ads for would have me believe.

[X] Jennifer Cardens

[X] Quest's picture

[X] Majors
[X] Hometown
[X] Hobbies
[ ] Contact info because daaamn Wait, wrong quest
[X] Contact info & preferences (call, text, etc.)
 
[X] Ivy
[X]

[X] Majors
[X] Hometown
[X] Hobbies
[X] Contact info & preferences (call, text, etc.)

Edit: Picture link changed.
 
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[X] Jennifer Cardens

[X] Quest's picture

[X] Majors
[X] Hometown
[X] Hobbies
[ ] Contact info because daaamn Wait, wrong quest
[X] Contact info & preferences (call, text, etc.)
 
What is your name?
[X] Nagato Liu (parents are second generation taiwanese father and first generation japanese mother)

Picture (Must wear glasses and be SFW).
[X}
Uses middle finger to adjust the glasses by the bridge.
When sleepy, adjusts glasses by the (glasses)arms with both hands.

What topics do you bring up (select as many, or as few as you wish)?
[X] Majors?
[X] Hometown?
[] Highschool?
[X] Hobbies?
[] Write-in

Stringed Instrument is:

Cheap but functional and high quality Violin, full size. The violin was adjusted and assembled by hand but the pieces were machined and the violin glue is synthetic resin not the natural glue, thus bringing down the cost.

Volunteer activity:

Youth leadership team coordinator.

Personally, I'd much rather have our character be bi-sexual. My own tastes lean toward intelligence and personality. The criteria I have for a girlfriend (Or significant other, I'm not discriminating) are that she/he must a) have a comparable IQ or be able to keep up with my scientific ranting and b) not be downright ugly. If they are able to pull off a decent mad scientist laugh in lab, I can excuse a mildly unattractive visage but downright ugliness is right out. They also need to have appropriate personal hygine, they cannot use any drugs other than alcohol, and their work ethic must be average to superior.
 
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Clearly, we keep it hidden behind unfashionable accessories, a bad haircut, and frumpy/baggy clothes. Our true beauty will only be revealed after most of the year has elapsed and we go through a makeover montage, just in time for the big dance sportsball game party so that special someone can notice us and then we'll realize how shallow that person is and that we really are meant to be with the nice, quiet person who's been supporting us all year.

*cough*

Or so all the teen movies I've ever seen ads for would have me believe.

Lack of makeup, poor clothing choices, and utter lack of trying can only go so far. You are still very pretty.

Stringed Instrument is:

Cheap but functional and high quality Violin, full size. The violin was adjusted and assembled by hand but the pieces were machined and the violin glue is synthetic resin not the natural glue, thus bringing down the cost.

Volunteer activity:

Youth leadership team coordinator.

Um, no need to go so into detail on the instrument. You play violin, congratgulations! Vetoing the volunteer activity. It's too social. Try again.
 
Lack of makeup, poor clothing choices, and utter lack of trying can only go so far. You are still very pretty.



Um, no need to go so into detail on the instrument. You play violin, congratgulations! Vetoing the volunteer activity. It's too social. Try again.

Volunteer activity:

Hospital assistant. Mostly shuffling around papers and fetching coffee for various administrators.
 
Vetoing the volunteer activity. It's too social. Try again.

I don't know, maybe it's just because the only place I've ever encountered these people is in the annals of some city's transit system or other, but I have seen some pretty checked out youth "coordinators."

[jk] Youth group coordinator
-[no] From the sink-or-swim "you're on your own, kiddos!" school of "leadership"
 
[jk]
or
[jk]
or
[jk]

... Alright, that's enough of that joke.

I'm now torn between Quest's and Ramble's pictures.
 
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