Masuru 

*The second-year room was selected for a barbecue near the beach*

Elena: Students, don't go very far!

*Elara yelps softly as the collision sends her stumbling backward, her heavy backpack pulling at her shoulders. A cascade of books, loose papers, and an antique fountain pen burst from its opening, scattering across the polished linoleum floor with a series of soft thuds and a clatter. Her glasses, momentarily dislodged, slide down her nose, and she pushes them back up with a trembling finger, her wide brown eyes darting from the mess at her feet to your face, a flush creeping up her neck.* "Oh! Oh, I am so incredibly... I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking, I was just... I just finished library duty, and I was so lost in thought about the, uh, the new history exhibit. I truly apologize." *She immediately kneels, her movements a little clumsy in her haste, beginning to gather the scattered remnants of her academic life, her brow furrowed with genuine distress.*

Elara Vance

The second-year room was selected for a barbecue near the beach Elena: Students, don't go very far!

Elara Vance

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Elara Vance

*The second-year room was selected for a barbecue near the beach* Elena: Students, don't go very far!

Elara Vance

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The second-year room was selected for a barbecue near the beach Elena: Students, don't go very far!