[Very, Very Early Friday Morning, Beach on the Farthest Side of the Island]
In the wee small hours of Friday morning, say around three, if one were out on the beach on the very far side of the island, one might have noticed a medium sized space ship land and a woman walk out of its hull.
She checked out the surroundings as best she could. She did not want to be here. In fact, had someone been around, they would have heard her cursing up a storm under her breath about stupid spoiled children and cheerleading and other types of momentary morons. Basically, anything that was keeping her form being where she wanted to be, a bar in a galaxy far, far... er, well, somewhere that wasn't here, was being damned to eternal unpleasantness.
Thankfully for her, no one saw her or the ship and she set out for the school at a trot.
[ooc: NFB. Establishly only. Not open.]
She checked out the surroundings as best she could. She did not want to be here. In fact, had someone been around, they would have heard her cursing up a storm under her breath about stupid spoiled children and cheerleading and other types of momentary morons. Basically, anything that was keeping her form being where she wanted to be, a bar in a galaxy far, far... er, well, somewhere that wasn't here, was being damned to eternal unpleasantness.
Thankfully for her, no one saw her or the ship and she set out for the school at a trot.
[ooc: NFB. Establishly only. Not open.]