Saturday late morning, outside Whiteoak Hall

[hellitrope]

A blue mini-van pulls up outside of Whiteoak Hall. The first person out of the vehicle is a young knocker, just under five feet tall and around fifteen years old. Her long hair is bright purple, complementing perfectly her purple overalls, purple shirt, and purple boots. Around her neck hangs a silver locket. Next from the front seats emerge a

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[jarlash]

Walking past, Alexi sees the family unloading stuff from the van. "Hello," his Russian accent is thick and friendly. It also seems that he has finally caught on to using the English version of greeting people. He looks at the group, "Would you be liking some help?"

[hellitrope]

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[ticklepurr]

As Ticklepurr walks out the door on her way to class, she sees a convoy of people loaded down with boxes and other assorted stuff. She opens the dorm's doors and props them open. Hmm, a new student.....this is much more exciting than Concordian History, she thinks.

She spots Alexi standing next to a young Nocker and....could it be a whole family of Nockers?....near the minivan and decides to join the party. "Hi, welcome to Rowan," she says as she approaches the vehicle. "Do you all need a hand

[hellitrope]

Helli looks at Alexi and Ticklepurr, "Sure, if you guys are offering." She grabs a toolbox from the back of the van. "By the way, I'm Helli, this is my dad, and my grandma Rose. Do either of you live here?"

[jarlash]

"I am being Alexi Dmitriovich Chernacov, and I am residing in Fairgrove." Alexi grabs some of the more heavier items.

[hellitrope]

"Nice to meet you Alexi." As she says so, she picks up a heavy box from the back of the van and hands it to the satyr.

[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne was late for class again. None the less, seeing a strange van with an old and young nooker was just enough to peck at her curiousity, but not at Terry's...

"Rita-Anne, where are you going? Class started two minutes ago, and you're going to get us in trouble again!" the large orange triceratops says as the raccoon pooka walks towards the new fey (as well as Alexi and Ticklepurr).

"Oh, no where in particular," Rita-Anne says over her shoulder, as Terry rushes to catch up to her. (To the mortals, when they notice Terry, the situation would probably look like something out of Kelvin and Hobs, with Hobs in his toy form.)

"Hi," she says when she gets within talking distance. "Need a hand?"

[hellitrope]

Helli's dad looks at Rita and the toy she's carrying around. "Uh sure, the more hands the better I suppose." He hands the girl a small box from the van. He waits for her to get out of earshot before walking over to his mother-in-law. "Are you sure this is a good idea Rose? The other kids here seem.. weird."
"Shut your pisk. You were quite the meshugine boy when my daughter brought you home, with the long hair, dyed clothing and that facakata van. I thought you were a real shmendrik." The grump replies.

[jarlash]

He smiles at Helli, and carries the heavy box inside. His very muscled arms standing out as he does so with little effort. After a few moments he returns to the van and catches the last of the grump's reply to the father. Ignoring it, since he has no idea what it means he smiles at the adults. "Is there being any other boxes you are being needing help with?"

[hellitrope]

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