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"Good evening, fellow musicians."
Adric slightly zoned out after that point. He had heard it all before, besides, there were only two types of orientation speeches: The ones that told us we were all different, or the ones that told us we were all equal. He heard the odd snatches of PC jargon; "Unique, "Maximum potential," the occasional "110%". Adric looked at his fellow students in boredom. They certainly weren't an average bunch, a huge variety of garments and hairstyles were visible even in the people sitting near him. He saw a white fedora in the crowd, and felt a pang of envy.
When the speech was ended Adric stood, bowed to the women present with "I bid you farewell, good ladies," and wheeled his trunk to the reception area.
"Ah, Master Noble I presume. You have the final single dorm, in the attic room. If you head down the main corridor of the dormitory building you will come to a small door at the end. this will take you to a back spiral staircase, which will lead to the attic room. It is smaller than the rest and there is a low ceiling, but it is furnished just the same and you get the boon that you also have the turret room."
Turret room! This was more than Adric could have hoped for! He thanked the receptionist, and made his way to his rooms.
The dormitory building was full of students. Adric saw Zaine, but he had disappeared into the crowd before he had time to greet him. He saw a room to his left bearing the brass plaque "Common rooms." Adric made a mental note to check them out after he had finished unpacking.
When he got to the end of the corridor he opened the door at the end, and started dragging his suitcase up the spiral staircase beyond. He had his melodeon in its protective case on his back, and by the time he got to the top, which was a longer way up than he had imagined, he was panting and had the beginnings of a stitch in his side.
He straightened himself, and looked around at his surroundings. And he was impressed. The lighting was much lower than downstairs; without the light on the only source of light was from a circular stained glass window in one wall, which cast muticoloured splashes of light on the opposite wall and floor. The carpeting was the same, and there was the same yellow-cream wallpaper that he ha seen downstairs, but instead of the solid desk he had been expecting, a oaken three legged table stood in the middle of the room, with carvings all around the legs. The bed stood in one corner, quite modern, and a bedside table sat next to it. An old oaken wardrobe was in the corner, and on the same wall were two doors. Adric checked them, the first led to a bathroom, a modern affair with a shower, and the second to another flight of spiral stairs. Adric ascended, and found after half a rotation... the tower room. it was small, about two metres in diameter, with four slit windows, and a chair. This was better than he could have possibly hoped for.
Adric wondered why his rooms were so different from the rest of the building as he was unpacking. He guessed they must have been an attic, and they had to make it into a room because they filled the others. Or perhaps there were more girls than boys, and they didn't want girls and boys sharing a room. Probably very wise. Whatever the reason, he was glad of his rooms. That said, he had some shopping to do. He needed to buy a kettle and china, for when he wanted to serve tea and coffee. And there weren't any bookshelves in here...
Once his unpacking was finished Adric went down to the common rooms. They were large, with large sofas and armchairs. Adric spotted the two ladies he had half-met at orientation, one with a ginger Mohawk and another with a bun.
"Good evening ladies, I don't believe we've been introduced. My name is Adric Noble, but please call me Adric. Yours?"
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