[001. action]

[lordwythevale]

[Lucas is in the lobby, pacing back and forth with the course catalog in one hand and a sheet of paper covered in faintly Arabic-looking handwriting and random English letters in the other. He's frowning alternately at each of the items, and occasionally muttering badly accented English words under his breath and waiting for his translator to

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[bestmoirail]

[Nepeta has returned to her habit of spending time in the lobby to look for new arrivals. You never knew when someone you knew would waltz in. She's been there a while with some of her textbooks and has noticed Lucas and how preoccupied he seems. At first she decides to mind her own business, but after a moment she sets her books aside and makes her way over to him.]

Hey. Are you alright? You seem purrty frustrated there.

[lordwythevale]

[He starts, staring at the ... girl? What is she doing dressed up like that? Horns, makeup that gives her the skin of someone three weeks dead-- he makes a face.]

Fine, thank you. Trying to make sense of this. [He flicks a hand dismissively at the course catalog and tucks his phonics cheat-sheet into the back cover.]

Do you read this language?

[bestmoirail]

[She nods]

Do you need help with any of it?

[lordwythevale]

If you could read this section out loud I would be obliged.

[He holds the catalog out, looking less than pleased, one finger tapping the Para-magic major course list.] What are all these for? Are they numbers?