<font color='#000000'>Time: Late afternoon Day: 4 Quarter: Mia Year: 81378 "Is there anything to eat around here?" Laz Tsyjn said as he rummaged about his dorm. There wasn't much there, just an old, ratty armchair, his bed and all its accoutrements (red), a CD player (also red), and a bookshelf (black). On the shelf there were a few books, some pencils and pens, a bottle of water, and a small bag of chips, empty. With a gusty sigh, the male flopped down on the bed and stared balefully at the crumpled chip bag. He was hungry, but didn't feel like walking to the kitchen, which would require considerable amounts of walking. He glanced at the bare expanses of wall, wishing that a refridgerator of some sort was there instead. He hadn't eaten since the morning, when he'd picked up a sandwich to eat on the way to class. But the sandwich was long gone, and in its stead came appetite. The male ruffled his fur and got up off the bed, his indigo headfur spiked and touseled. The silver male turned down the machina heater. The rusty dial creaked angrily at being disturbed. Striding away from the machina, Lazuli traipsed out the door, flicking off the lights as he went. Their Fronima-driven power cut off, they guttered to darkness. The door closed. The storm-hued 'dragon walked along briskly, looking up and down the halls. He saw nobody there, and frowned. Luckily he was on break, but it seemed that everyone else was at classes. He peered in a few dorm doors, and then gave up and walked downstairs to the next floor of dormitories, hoping to see someone he knew. "Enh..." he muttered. "Nobody here, either." So he walked on, hoping to see someone to join him on his noble quest for a snack.</font>
