Cody excitedly walked around the campus, stopping at every stall that caught his attention for even a second. They were so many varied types of monsters here, ones he'd never seen in real life, ones he'd never even read about before. From the looks of some of the students, and their Mage Symbols to be more precise, there were some Mage types he'd never seen in action before. He have to check on them later, maybe after orientation.
Just then, a stall to his left caught his eye, and Cody dashed over, joining a small group of other students who had gathered around the stall. Behind the desk, a boy a few years older than Cody was juggling a fireball around, each throw accompanied by "oohs" and "aahs" from the gathered kids.
The sign above the boys head read "Mage Soc" in glowing blue letters, with a smaller slogan written underneath, in black letters: "To improve, show off or watch Magic". Cody pushed to the front, trying to get a better look at the fire juggler.
Looks like I'll be exactly on time, good...I'd hate to be late to the first day.
Matthew thought as he sat in the front of the car, drifting between a state of awakeness and something near sleep - he hadn't slept well last night, being that he had been trying to hunt down leads on what happened to his father.
Driving the car was his mentor Jason Druford. Jason was a tall, muscular and rather thin man, built like a gymnast, a few scars evident on his arms and one on his right hand. He wore a green short sleeve shirt, black jeans and boots.
Jason had quite pointedly refused to discuss where we got those scars, and at this age Matthew could respect that.
The blond young hero was jarred awake by a report on the radio news about a case he'd been following. "...The symbol left at the crime scene resembled a solar eclipse. All that the sole witness described was a masked man. No motive has been released. All that is clear is that most likely the perpetrator conceals his identity - he is likely hiding in plain sight."
Matthew looked over at Jason, thinking about why the two of them had been unable to catch this Solar Eclipse guy in the act. Jason had taken Matthew along, and he remembered - very distinctly - trying to give chase, but things conspired against them.
Hopefully the detectives managed.
Matthew managed to think about the new school he'd be attending, and truth be told he'd miss his old one. He missed the other guys on the football team, and everyone who'd formed a support network. He breathed a heavy sigh.
Jason shook his head, "You know as well as I do why you're going here, right?"
Matthew nodded his head slowly. Hopefully he'd get to make new friends here, and of course complete his school work. "Yeah..." Still didn't make this any easier. "Jason?"
"Yeah, bud?"
"...I'll miss you." As the car stopped, both young men got out and Matthew hugged Jason from the side.
The older hero replied warmly, "Me too, Matt. Remember, call often, and if they beat you, introduce em to the business end of a claymore." This followed by a telling chuckle.
Matthew bumped fists with Jason and then started to walk off, retrieving his bag and straightening out his letterman jacket. Jason Druford was the closest thing he had to a dad...well, formally Jason was just his teacher in the use of Heroic abilities.
But with Kyrio...gone...Jason basically took over the paternal duties despite the fact the Flame Hero was still quite young himself.
As Matthew proceeded deeper into the campus, he waved and smiled at passing people - it was just how he was, that is, being nice to passersby, because who knows what one little nice thing will do for someone else.
Oh, he smiled, it looked like the orientation was part of the way a party of some sort. This he was used to. I've been to my share of parties, lets see what's goin' down.
He got in line behind someone at the skee-ball line and when the guy got the ball into the five point hole, the athlete immediately said, "Awesome dude, nice aim there."
Cheeks being stretched out, Kurt lazily looks at the slime woman before him. Getting scooped up into a hug, the slime just tightly holds onto him before Kurt speaks a bit embarrassed "Can you please let me go now dad?" The slime pulling themselves away from Kurt and pouting, she(?) crosses her arms before speaking slightly annoyed "Clothes are icky son, and a gender neutral feminine body is much more pleasing to look at. Honestly, why do I need to keep explaining this?"
Kurt just sighing, his dad pats him on the head. Pulling little scraps of goo from his hair as his slime parent waves goodbye, Kurt flicks the goo from his hand. Pulling up his scarf to cover his mouth and nose Kurt begins walking around with hands in his pockets. Eventually however his eyes spot a charity dating booth, several fairies in clear display with a elegantly suited woman attending the booth. Completely perplexed by what he was seeing, Kurt decided to see if he could get anyone's attention instead.
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass.""Right. Remember Nick, always listen to what your sister tells you, alright? Don't get into trouble either, you hear?"
"Yes Mom. You know me, never the troublemaker. You're looking at sis for that."
Nicholas was close to the point of being smothered by his mother, a petite woman with blonde hair, going slightly red in the face, both from pain and embarrassment. Just a little to the side, Victoria and their father stood by, just watching. Even Victoria couldn't hide the beginnings of a smile.
"Least you're not like that, Dad. We never were ones for things like that, huh?"
Her father, a tall, strongly-built man, laughed heartily.
"Don't be so sure, Vicky. Don't be so sure."
Before she even knew what was happening, her father gave her a quick farewell hug.
"H-Huh? Dad?"
"Just...just behave yourself, okay? There's only so much your old man can teach you, got that? From here on, you're not learning from me any more."
"Okaaay...you're freaking me out. It's not like I'm never coming back."
"I know."
With that, he stepped out of the hug, holding her by the shoulders.
"Just remember. You're a Heroine, and a good one at that. Never forget it."
Nicholas, finally able to get some air into his lungs, fetched his things.
"Victoria, look after your brother, alright?"
Victoria sighed for the umpteenth time that day, shaking her head.
"Yes Mom...You've said that for the near millionth time already."
A farewell hug from her mother, and they waved goodbye. Victoria and Nicholas picked up their things.
"Right Nick. Let's get going."
The two siblings made their way inbetween the stalls.
edited 15th Aug '15 6:45:52 AM by UndyingPhoenix
Adrienne Penn grinned brightly as she wove her way between the stalls. She'd already taken the time to drop her things off in her room and do basic setup, which meant now was the time for play! Hm, skeeball (long line, nope), darts throwing (maybe!), and - was that a facepainting booth? Perfect.
Isra peered around the various attractions. Honestly, she didn't quite understand why the other students were so cheerful about spending time in such a crowded place - it was all too easy to get jostled around. Well, there wasn't much else to do around campus until Orientation started, so she might as well try her hand at some of the less-populated games. She wandered up to a bored-looking upperclassman with Light's solar eclipse mark on her right eye manning the ring-toss game. "...Can I try?" she asked.
Exist, pursued by bearWhy, oh why, did he have to ride that particular bus?
Damn early birds; couldn't tell what the hell they were wearing, or how. Thus the beginning of his first day here was spent in the exact back of the bus, unable to speak. He was going to get a driver's license, first thing.
Thankfully, it seemed most other people here were not nearly as uncoordinated when it came to dressing. After singing something under his breath to confirm that yes, his voice was back, Bay set off to his three part plan:
Step 1: Find potential girlfriends. Hm, those two, the gothy lady with the odd shadow and the blonde talking to the facepainters over by the skeeball set looked promising. There was also the trenchcoat with the world's tightest bun, though she looked a tad more closed to advances. But the tough girls where usually the softest inside, weren't they? ...Personality wise, he amended to himself. Had keep that mind on track, yes, letting that slip out without amending was a good way to be slapped.
Step 2: Find geek squad. While he was assured his unique class would be small enough for introductions and such, there was benefits to knowing other people in other classes. Ability to run a homework ring, if you believed Bay's dad. Bay did not buy that particular bit of wisdom, but he got knowing people outside your co-workers was a smart move. The Magic Soc booth seemed to be-holy crap, that kid couldn't have been out of elementary, given how short he was. Must have skipped a grade. Excellent.
Step 3: Approach geek squad, then potential dates.
The would-be shipwright briefly considered looking younger to appear more approachable, but discarded that. Lying about identity to friends never really worked out (which is why Bay had decided that he would admit to being a shapeshifter to a prospect lover when approaching them first and then reveal his true face at the first sign the potential bit was fading away-better to face rejection now and avoid a sense of betrayal later, he doubted there was any crises he could save the damsel from and thus smoothe over the problem of turning out to have creepily long arms). So default form it was.
A black-haired teen approaches the apparent gifted student, enraptured in the fire juggler. Okay, open conversation:
"Heh. Didn't expect to meet another wunderkind."
...Wait. Too arrogant. Crap.
"...Uh, I didn't mean I think I'm, uh, superior, it's just that, er, it looks like you uh, skipped, er, a grade, and I was taking college classes here so can we try that over, please?"
Cooking club, potions, photography...did something just explode inside there? Victor Datra thought as he walked past several stalls, one of them having started to leak black smoke. One of his hands held a grilled eel kebab that he was currently munching on. The other was shoved in his pocket. Although Victor was part of the Archery club, they didn't need his help running the booth, leaving him to wander around the school grounds.
Tossing the now-empty kebab stick into a nearby trashcan, Victor found himself stopping near the ring-toss booth, where another student was asking for a try. ...Well, why not give it a go?
"Um...I'd like a try too, please." Victor said after the the other student requested a go.
edited 15th Aug '15 9:13:31 AM by svenorzokarkoff
A black car pulls up to the school, one of its doors opening and depositing a certain white haired boy onto the campus. As soon as he closes the door, the car quickly leaves. Dian waves it goodbye with a clearly forced smile before turning and dropping it to observe the stalls.
Couldn't bring dear old Mom on that one, could you? Just so eager to dump me here!
Not very many of the attractions seemed to interest him, so he walked over to a nearby bench and pulled a laptop out of his bag. He kept a watch on the Magic Soc and Acting booths, though.
we will survive.Cody turned towards the dark haired boy in front of him. Sure, fire juggling was cool, but he could track this guy down any time, especially if he joined Mage Soc.
His mind buzzing with questions, Cody blurted out one: "Wunderkind? Is that German? Do you speak German?" Wait, how did they say that in German... "Sprechen sie deutsch?"
"I-er..."
Okay. Calm down, you worked on this.
"Um, no. I just know the term; wunderkind means 'wonder child', a young prodigy. My family is actually native to the Philippines."
He holds out a hand. "Li Bayani, please, call me Bay. It's what everyone does. From the mark, I'm guessing you're a mage of some kind. Sleep, I think? My mother worked for a Sleep mage once, never asked her about it."
He pauses.
"And before you ask, I'm not a mage. I'm not actually human either, this face is something I'm wearing to avoid drawing attention. I'm not exactly a nekomata in my true form, if you get what I'm saying."
I hope I'm not interacting with someone who's already got an interaction, derp
In the air, far above the pre-orientation festivities, a pterodactyl was swooping to and fro.
For a given value of swooping, anyway. And for a given value of pterodactyl. From far away it looked like a scrap of orange paper, which was indeed the case. The little origami figure jerked its angular head all about, dragged higher and higher by the breeze. But despite the flimsy look of its wings, it wasn’t totally out of control. It darted toward the observatory.
see: null
That’s funny, I see plenty of things.
Its name was Superfly, christened by one Octa Moss, who stood motionless in the crowd below, head tilted to the side and white hair falling around thin shoulders, looking vaguely irked. In the crook of one still arm was a notebook missing many pages. Passersby occasionally stopped and glanced, but there were more interesting sights than a statue of a girl to gape at, on this particular day. She blinked very deliberately.
see: null
Oh come on.
see: null
She sighed, snapping out of immobility and into a brisk stride. Instantly Superfly folded its wings and fell, accidentally popping a runaway balloon before landing awkwardly on her shoulder. At St. Anne’s they told you magic was the key, the door-opener, but that didn’t always mean it could tell you what lay beyond. Like now, when her magic familiar refused to tell her where the snacks were. She’d have to go looking on her own.
She saw a large gray tomcat lying on a stall counter and headed over. He was passing out orientation material. “I’d like a flyer, please!” she called.
One corner of the cat’s mouth twitched. “You can’t have one,” he replied. “Nobody likes you. In fact the registrar cancelled all your classes this semester at the last minute because you’re ugly.” He clawed a flyer from the stack next to him and handed – pawed? – it to a new student. “And good to see you again.”
“You too, Jahn.” Octa walked away, craning her neck for food stalls. None in this area. But there were two unfamiliar faces, a brown/red-haired guy and a tall girl, who looked like brother and sister. She approached, Superfly wavering on its perch. “Hey, seen any good snacks around?”
edited 15th Aug '15 11:17:37 AM by Metanoia
There is no disdain in nature, there is no humiliation.There were many rules Marvin had learned growing up. Nothing comes for free. When you're ahead, stay ahead. Always put the seat down.
But there was one particular teaching that was in full force at this current juncture of the young 'magician's' life. Don't judge a book by its cover as a friend is more useful than an enemy. Admittedly, he was unsure what his mother would think of that advice when presented with... well, this.
Lizardfolk, slime creatures, cat people... Sure, Marvin had heard such things existed but part of him figured it was all a ruse, like magic was. Peering from an alleyway, he wondered if only being half human meant they were half as likely to figure out his trickery. He certainly hoped so as some of those... things looked a little unfriendly.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled on the string of his Bag-O-Tricks and stepped out from the shadows. Adjusting his magician's top hat, his wide blue eyes scanned the hustle and bustle of the orientation area. A flash of red and orange caught his eye as he saw the flame juggler. An impressive illusion, thought Marvin with a smile. Molly could learn a thing or two about believable fire from this guy... But as he saw the tagline for the stage, an idea sprung to his mind. If he put on a good show before the year even started, he'd have everyone under his bidding! It was a perfect plan!
He weaved his way into the front of the crowd and looked for whoever was in charge of stage direction. "Excuse me!" he said, his words soft even as he yelled. "Is this stage free to use after our fiery friend?"
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValCody raised his right hand, showing the symbol on the back of it. "Oh, yeah, I'm an Antwerp. Cody Antwerp. We're a big deal amongst the sleep mages. Have you heard of us? It would be cool if you had. But we're from New York, so maybe not? I dunno."
"But anyway, you're a monster? That's so cool! What kind? I've never read about any monsters from the Philippines. Is this what you always look like, being a shapeshifter and all?" Cody finally stopped, catching his breath, unaware of the barrage of questions he'd just launched in Bays direction.
At the side of the stall, an unfortunate boy stood up, with far too many spots, and far too little hair above his lip to have a convincing moustache, but just enough that it was faintly visible, waved Marvin over to his chair at the side of the stall, and discreetly whispered to him, so that the gathered crowd couldn't here them. "Well, uh... You're not in Mage Soc, but, I guess, if you, uh, wanna go up, I mean, that should be ok. Just, if, um, if anyone asks, just say you are, like, in Mage Soc. I guess."
edited 15th Aug '15 2:47:30 PM by MusikMaestro
"Tikbalang. I guess you could call me the opposite of a wilderness guide; we get hired to make people who threaten to disturb the peace of private areas get lost on the way."
"Also, my body doesn't change so much as I weave another appearance over it." To emphasize his point, he conjures a blue, heatless flame, then sticks his hand in it. "Yeah it feels warm, but that's an illusion; it's not giving off actual heat, though it would hurt like it was actually burning you if I wanted to. I'm my own pepper spray."
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Leo turned around with did difficulty, the bear on his back hampering his movement. He was greeted by a very large, very pretty young man.
"Th-thank you. I did baseball for a while." Leo said. The young man seemed a bit shy. He had been headed to the dorms to deposit his bear, and was passing by the charity dating booth.
"This is a disgrace!" A tall man with sunglasses said. He had broad shoulders, and looked really mad about this particular attraction. He was obviously a monster. His black hair was parted to the left, with a shock of white. A long, black, spade-tipped tail loosely spiralled around his legs.He turned to Kurt. "You better watch it! I won't stand for this preposterous corruption in my school!"
"Ah, I read about you. Aren't you the vice principal?" Leo said.
"Dr. Kleiss is my name. The principal disappeared last year, so I'm filling in." The older man said. He straightened his tie and stood up proudly. "It's my duty to hunt down naughty little boys and teach them a lesson!" He was beaming with pride. He seemed to think he had said something very profound.
"Do you want this?" Leo asked Kurt, offering him the bear and ignoring the vice principal now. "I won it at the skee-ball booth, and I can't carry it." He turned to Matt. "Or you can have it, if you wan-"
"Planning to sneak off to the girl's dorms, huh?!" Dr. Kleiss asked Matt.
edited 15th Aug '15 4:55:34 PM by HeroicSociopath
While most kids did what kids do - interacting, having fun, etc - others had jobs to do. Or at least, some of them had part-time jobs to do. Part of a part-time job to do, technically speaking. And even then it wasn't in the actual job description, so it's an unofficial part of a part-time job. Whichever way you decide to cut it, there was one thing to be sure of: Damon was advertising.
"Hungry? Of course you are! Everyone is, forever and always! Swim on down to Pisces Pizza Place, home of the town-famous Cat's Craving pizza pie! Bring in a flier, get half off a side of your choice!"
Of course, finding those fliers wasn't hard. He skated hither and yon throughout the 'orientation', tossing handfuls of the things on the ground or in stalls, and just making a real mess of the place with them. Luckily there weren't too many of them, and whenever he ran out he simply re-skated his steps and collected up all the ones he already threw around. Still, paper is nothing when up against wind and most of them have since scattered around the little fair. Not that it bothered Damon much.
Matthew blushed lightly at the insinuation he was some sort of pervert, and managed to gulp and get it down, crossing his arms in front of his chest and shaking his head, "No, no, I wouldn't violate people's security and home away from home like that."
He waved his arms a little, trying to make it obvious he wouldn't do something like that.
Oh, right, this might be something based on my looks. Well, I did make out with a cheerleader once, but things never got racy - I respect girls, I'd never do something like that, though.
Matthew looked the smaller young man over, and stated, "Give it to who you want." He then smiled. Could he be...well, he could do with some defence then. Where I come from, the bullies were pretty bad about that.
All the same, Matthew got a pretty weird feel from this Kleiss guy.
Meanwhile someone from the school approached Cody and the Tikbalang, he looked like he was somewhat tired, his hair dark but apparently dyed blond near the front. Lanky and somewhat tall, clad in rather ill-fitting clothes, the most apparent thing about him was the strange little bird he had on his person - it made bird-like sounds, but it was made of what looked like clockwork pieces and with numerous blue lines across it.
A magitech bird.
"An Antwerp and a Tikbalang...this IS becoming interesting..." his speech was interrupted by a repressed yawn, "...sorry. My name's Justin Henderson, nice to meet you guys."
He thought about how an Antwerp's sleep magic might help with some of his experiments, perhaps if the sleep magic could be put into the breath of a certain Mythic Approximation Magitech creature...
Having received the blessing of who Marvin could only assume the director was, he smiled and dashed up the side steps to take the stage as the fire juggler finished his own act. "Ladies and gentlemen!" shouted Marvin, his voice barely carrying over the crowd. Times like this he wish he hadn't left his personal mic and speaker set at home but there was no way Milton would let him bring it with him. Brat.
Pushing the thought of his younger brother from his mind, Marvin thrust his right arm forward, as a rose shot out of the sleeve into his gloved grip. Covering the petals from view with his left hand, he snapped his finger. The petals blasted off the rose, soaring in all sorts of directions. With exaggerated hand and arm movements, suddenly the petals fell in line and danced according to Marvin's motions. Just as well the day was overcast or the thin wires attached between the gloves and the petals would've been visible.
Pulling both his arms back, the petals barreled back towards the young 'magician'. Clasping his two hands together, he caught his flowery act. Thumb at the back of his sleeve, he tugged, dislodging the card under his watch. With a flick of his wrist, the roses had disappeared (into his other sleeve, of course) and all that was in his hands was a single card: Jack of Hearts.
"I am the Marvelous Marvin, Master Magician! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!"
He prayed to whatever god looked out for tricksters and cons that no one had been sharp-eyed enough to catch the deceptions. He needed a good start and the dancing-petals-into-a-card was one of his best illusions.
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val"This is so cool! It's only my first day and I've already made friends with a monster I'd never even heard of before! I can do a similar thing to you, a bit, but only in dreams. It's called "Lucid Dreaming", have thou ever heard of that? I could show you sometime, if you wanted!"
Cody was interpreted by Jason's arrival, and he spun around to face him, looking him up and down, before speaking again. "Hi! How did you know who I was? What's your bird? Is it made of metal? Does it have a name? Can I pet it?"
Before Jason could even process the questions, however, something else caught Codys limited attention span, and he spun back around to the stage, watching Marvins performance. "Wow! What kind of magic is that? I've never read about anything like that before! It's like plant magic but then there's cards too! That's amazing!" Cody was completely enthralled by Marvins show, and would probably remain so for around the next five minutes, before something new caught his eye.
edited 15th Aug '15 4:48:09 PM by MusikMaestro
Having acquired facepaint patterned after some kind of lion, Adrienne started heading back to the stage. The Mage Soc demonstrations could be fun to watch, after all, even if some of the actual members could be less than enjoyable to hang out with. She clapped her hands appreciatively as Marvin's first trick went off, and glanced towards Cody as the younger student started asking questions. "Well, it's probably not all pure magic. He might be doing some kind of slight-of-hand to make the cards appear or something. In any case it's pretty cool, right?" she said, grinning. "You could probably try and ask him yourself, though no gurantees on whether he'll answer you."
Meanwhile, Isra glanced over at Victor. "Just wait a minute," she said, picking up the rings. She stared in concentration at the stands, before sending the rings spinning towards their targets. She nodded in thought as they landed. "Well, that could've been worse," she said as the upperclassman counted her score.
Exist, pursued by bear"Li Bayani, please call me Bay. If you've heard of the Sandbar Clan, I'm part of that."
He looks at the bird, inspecting it with a look of genuine interest. "You go to the Advanced Engineering course? I'm asking because-whoa."
Blonde facepainter, three o' clock. Step 3B in progress.
"Excuse me for a second. Got some rain dancing to do," he says, bobbing his eyebrows.
Even as he walks over to the dusky girl's closer inspection, mage friend, the boy shifts, becoming an approximation of the platonic idea of a "Saturnine Lothario."
"Excuse me, madam?", he says upon sliding up, effecting a fake French accent. "I was a little bit confused, because I thought it wasn't summer vacation anymore. For even though the moon's face is shining upon me, it is still rather hot, no?"
He braces himself for the slap.
edited 15th Aug '15 5:34:27 PM by Leliel
Dian finally finished whatever he was doing on his netbook and snapped it shut. Placing it in his bag, he stands up to go see what was going on at the Magic Soc booth.
Juust in time to get smacked in the face with a flier. Of course it hits me in the face. What is this, anyway? Pizza? Some guy trying to get in good with the high schoolers I guess...
Scowling a little, he crumples the flier and puts it in his pocket.
When he finally makes it to the Magic Soc demonstration, he laughs quite (unintentionally) laughs at Marvin's illusion.
"Oh man, I've played enough stupid tricks on people to know that that is not real magic.. Did people fall for that? Oh my..."
we will survive.

Leo watched out the window as his mom drove him to his new school. It looked for the life of him like a normal campus, if a bit elaborate. The school took up an entire city block, and since it bordered the woods that surrounded Ruckersville, it probably owned those too. The campus itself had many buildings. The main one seemed to be a massive old brick building, with sloping green rofoftops and ivy covering the walls. It seemed to be at least four stories, and that wasn't counting the towers that jutted out of it.
They were nothing compared to the clock tower, however. In the center of the campus, there was a spire jutting from the hilltop, like a tall, thin, grandfather clock. As he looked at it, it began to chime.
"8 o' clock. We're just in time." Leo's mother said as they found a parking space near the...Was that an observatory? Yeah, it was an observatory. It was a metal dome, with several telescoping lens protruding from it. Leo decided to explore it later.
"Bye Mom! I love you!" Leo said.
"Remember to write every day! If they beat you, call CPS!" Leo's mom called, then drove off. Leo pulled his backpack off and reached into it, taking out a small map of the facility. As he began to read it, other students moved around him. Orientation would take place in the main building soon. He was tempted to take a look at the library, or the Boy's dorm. But as he walked along the path deeper into campus, he began to see small stalls littering the grass. Oh, right. He had heard about this. Orientation was basically a huge party, with returning students and clubs starting up various attractions to welcome new students. Orientation didn't start for another half hour. He went to go play skee-ball.
As he got his ball into the 5-point hole, he pumped his fist. He had won a teddy bear. A very large one.
"Here you go." The student hosting the skee ball booth said. He was a lizardman (boy?) with a top hat. Who pretty much dumped the bear on him.
"Th-thanks." Leo said, not sure what to do with it. He began to lug the bear to the dorms. The dorms were located in a pair of buildings: One for boys, one for girls. Each one was two stories, and he knew that he'd be partnered with 2-3 other students. Leo checked his card to see which dorm he'd be in.
OOC: Sorry I'm late! Anywho. Do what you want. Mingle. Think of the attractions as Schrodinger's attractions. If you want there to be a cotton candy stand, go for it. If you want there to be a bully stealing from students, knock yourself out. Go explore the school early. Make it so your character is working at the skee-ball stand. Pretend to be a mermaid. Orientation proper will start when it seems like most people are done with what they're doing before school starts. Good luck!