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Room 313, Monday afternoon

Jaina was disappointed to have to pack up her things from Chupacabra, but she knew the cabins couldn't last forever. She brought her stuff back to 313- and she did remember her room number, great- and realized that the things she'd dumped in the room her first day are still all in a pile against the wall. So, putting everything down, she took whatever side of the room is closest and started unloading.

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Tori had been wandering the floor after getting settled into 304, and happened by 313. Spotting Jaina, she smiled and knocked on the doorframe so as not to startle her too badly.

Jaina looked up from where she'd been putting clothes away. She hadn't expected a visit so soon. "Oh, hey Tori," she said.

"Hey Jaina. I didn't mean to bother you." Tori smiled sheepishly. "Just wanted to say welcome to the third floor. Which is totally the best floor of the dorms." She winked.

"Thanks," she smiled back. "So... you're on this floor too?"

That could be interesting and she was never going to think about that again, wow.

"You're welcome." Tori nodded, pointing in the direction of her room. "I'm down the hall, in 304, yeah."

"Well, it'll be good to know someone on the floor," Jaina said, and added, because she knew it now, "The best floor, even."

"That it will." Tori agreed. "I'm probably going to get yelled at for saying that on radio tonight, especially is Willow's the broadcaster." She chuckled. "But you can't deny the truth." Tori winked.

"I don't think I know a Willow," Jaina said, thinking.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll see her around. She's a pretty cool gal, a redhead." Tori explained. "Extremely smart, too. Willow's a great girl, super nice."

"I still have far too many people to meet," she decided. "I should get to them all eventually."

"Yeah, eventually is right." Tori nodded, laughing a bit. "I still have people to meet from last semester."

Inara felt more than a little triumphant as she found her room, pleased that she hadn't smacked anyone in her classes, either the teachers or the students. Her arms were full of bags of her things and she placed them on the bed before greeting Jaina. "Hello, it's nice to see you again."

"Hey," Jaina greeted her with a smile. "Ready for the glorious challenge of unpacking?"

Laughing as she undid the fastenings on her things, "I believe so? I always like it much better than packing, anyway. What about you?"

"I am, except for the part that I don't know where to put anything," she said. "It'll probably end up shoved under my bed anyhow."

"Why is that?" She asked, laying her clothes out carefully on the bed. They would probably need to be washed and aired out before she hung them in her closet.

"Because then I know where it is," Jaina answered sensibly.

"What's wrong with the dresser and the closet?"

"The dresser definitely will be covered in stuff soon enough, I promise. We'll see what happens to the closet," she said, looking back to study it.

Inara had definitely never met anyone like Jaina before, "What are your choices?"

"My choices?" she repeated.

She reached to one smaller crate currently on her bed, and opens it to show Inara the mechanical parts stored inside. "Somehow I thought I would be bored, so I brought a lot of this with me," she explained. "I'm just trying to keep the mess contained so it doesn't completely take over."

"For what to do with the closet," Inara glanced at her clothing and thought of the fabric she'd been hoping to drape to make things seem more comfortable, then remembered that Jaina's idea of homey might be...different. "Where were you thinking of putting the parts?"

"That's what I'm figuring is going under the bed," she said. "Try to hide it so my side doesn't look like a garage."

Laughing, she offered, "I could probably help with that, if you want?"

"Thanks," Jaina said. "I'm not used to roommates. Usually things get as messy as they're going to and I'm the only one that has to worry about it."

"You have a room to yourself? That must be wonderful," she sighed a bit wistfully, then realized how that might have sounded, "Not that I'm not happy to be sharing with you, of course."

"Oh, trust me, I get it," she said. "I used to have to share, but it hasn't been that way for a while. You don't get your own room back home?"

"No, I'm still too young," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "The older students get their own rooms--for obvious reasons--but the younger students share so they are able to exchange information."

She forgot that the reasons might not be obvious to Jaina.

Which was why Jaina asked, "Obvious reasons?"

"The older students need privacy to perfect their techniques," Inara explained, "before they are allowed to accept clients. No House worth their salt would send an unexperienced trainee to a client."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jaina admitted.

"I'm training to be a Companion," Inara said. "They are skilled, well-educated guild courtesans; not unlike oiran or geisha, from what I've read."

"Courtesans," Jaina repeated, finally realizing what that meant. "Oh. Huh."

"Is that going to be a problem?" She asked.

Jaina's father and aunt were smugglers. Her mother helped lead a rebellion against a government. As it is, Jaina had met just about all the types she thought there were, and didn't think anything would really surprise her. She was wrong. But this isn't bad, ust kind of interesting.

"Nope," she said honestly. "I didn't know that was something you could train for."

"Some people don't," Inara acknowledged, but unable to keep a slight look of disgust off her face for some of those individuals. No standards. "But yes, there are a number of houses on both my planet and within the Core. It's a very respected profession."

Which might have been overstating things just a little bit, but nothing fatal.

"Is that why you're here?" she wondered. "More training? Okay, pretend that didn't sound bad."

"Yes," she smiled back, "That's the reason. I was selected by lottery."

"Glad for it?"

"I am now?" Mostly.

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