Marco....Polo?

[Jinahi Fletcher]

Jinahi woke up with a massive headache. He slowly sat up and looked around the room. He tried to remember what had happened to him… the only thing that he could remember was an extreme sensation of cold. That was right after Gavin had decided he wanted to meet Fifi…

\OI! Wake up!\ He started yelling in his head making all sorts of clamor trying to get Gavin to surface. But the only thing he managed to do was instigate more pain from his headache. He reached over to his nightstand and took a long swig from his Nalgene bottle. He felt a little better after that.

He got up from the bed and started pulling out the various ballet posters he had stored in cardboard tubes and started tacking them up on his side of the room. Who knew? Maybe his roommates would eventually find their way back to their beds.

[Stella Pinyin]

The only reason Mark Liu had agreed to Stella having a co-ed dorm was because they had assured him that each student had their own, and just shared a living area. This had it's pros and cons.
Pros: Stella was free to decorate her room with posers of her favourite constellations, and calligraphy of one of her favourite poets. The globe had been replaced with a dimmer one, so her eyes wouldn't have to readjust so quickly, and she knew the layout perfectly now. Celeste had made herself at home too, though she mostly ignored the cat bed in favour of sleeping on Stella's pillow.
Cons: it was hard to meet your roommates when everyone operated on different schedules. That was it, really.

It had been weeks now, and Stella had still to meet the girl in the room near hers. Those few weeks had seen a change in Stella; or at least, in her willingness to approach new people. And so, with a thermos of green tea, she was going to meet her room mates or die trying. For all her good intention, it was still nerve racking trying to to decide if she should knock on the door or not. But she knew someone had just moved in, and so she wanted to try and make nice. Slowly, trying to ignore the nervousness growing in her stomach (it's rude, it's intruding, it's not alright to just barge in...) and knocked on the door, her printed thermos clutched tightly.

[Jinahi Fletcher]

Jinahi heard the almost tentative knock on his door just as he was standing on tip-toes tacking a poster of himself performing in the Nutcracker. It was an advertisement for a show he’d starred in when he was 17. “It’s open!” he said eagerly (if a little too loudly for the wellbeing of his headache.)

He jumped to a sitting position (regretting this action even more) as the door opened revealing a stark figure, thin and very very white. In fact, compared to Jinahi’s Arabian tone, she looked like a ghost. Her purple eyes stood out compared to the sheer whiteness of her, along with the silver and black of the thermos. He realized that everything about him was similar to her starkly themed white. He was all blue, from his jeans to his eyes. “Asalaamalieakum, Ana Jinahi. Wa-anti?” he asked as he gestured for her to come in and sit in the plump chair placed just below the window.

[Stella Pinyin]

Stella blinked once, completely at a lost. "Sorry, I don't understand," she said slowly, eyes wide. He was not speaking English or Mandarin, and it wasn't French or Latin... That was about as many languages as Stella could recognise. Still, she bowed her head in greeting and offered a small smile. "I'm Stella, we're room mates. I thought I would bring some tea." She followed his gesture and sat down a little stiffly, one hand out to make sure she did not miss the chair. His room was a little brighter then her own, but her eyes were already starting to cope with the new level of light.

"Ah, it's Chinese jasmine," she said, pouring the green liquid from the thermos into one of the two cups hidden in the lid. The tea was a present from her uncle, who collected rare tea. Even the steam smelt like home. "I thought, maybe it would be nice to meet each other, since we'll be living so close?" Stella had still to meet Essence, but as the white girl was still struggling to shake her nocturnal sleeping patterns it was not that surprising. The new roomie looked like a nice boy, from what she could see.

[Jinahi Fletcher]

“Sorry, I habitually drop into Arabic for introductions. It’s nice to meet you Stella. I’m Jinahi.” He noticed her stiff movements, they were foreign and rigid to his fluid perspective and natural grace. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with Stella, but he could tell that something was uncomfortable about his room. “Ah thank you. What type is it?” He asked earnestly. He generally didn’t drink anything but water, but he did make exceptions for a good tea.


“That sounds wonderful.” Jinahi stood up and reached his hand out for one of the cups. He inhaled slowly as the steam curled around his head. That was his favorite part about tea: the scents of the herbs and spices intermingling with the sensation in the steam in his mouth. “I would definitely like that.” His voice started to become more deliberate and considering, matching Stella’s subconsciously. “How long have you been here at Hammel?” He asked.