Magical Sailor Fuku

The auditorium was bustling with activity. Kids of all ages maneuvered through the bleachers, divided by class rank. People rushed to meet each other with the start of the new year.

At the front of the auditorium, faculty moved into their positions. The podium at the front of the room remained empty, as the headmaster had yet to to address the students.

One girl wasn't standing with any particular group. Infact, she looked quite confused. She wore a school uniform of some sort, a navy blue skirt and a white blouse, with a navy blue tie that had diagonal yellow stripes, her pale blonde hair loose to her waist, while white socks came to her knees and black shoes covered the bottom of those. She kept gazing at at one class, then walking to look at a class full of much younger children, and just wandered back and forth.

*Jarrod quietly walks over to his group, staring at the ground to avoid meeting anyone's eyes.*

A young, ten-year old girl wearing a large, white labcoat over her school uniform striders into the auditorium with a scowl on her face. An almost palpable aura of displeasure radiates from her, making some of the less firm-hearted NPC's move out of her way. Perhaps her fould mood is in some way related to the sooth stains on her coat, uniform and face?