#rutgers

A wiggle of fingers waving to the others. “Maisey, ‘sup?” Knowing her from ‘around’. And a glance at Dagmar, “What’s wrong? Miss any goons?” Looking about to see if there are any signs of escaped monsters.

"This is Dagmar, Dame Dagmar ap Gwydion technically but she's cool about it" Masey says "That's Sylvi... and I'm Masey. Oh that is Karen..err pardon Cairrean.. "

A trollish grunt.

"How charmed to meet you all" Shana says "I'm Professor Shana Marcy Garb. Wait, that feels half done."

"You might remember a name. Might remember lots of things that don't make sense yet."

Cairrean pouts a touch, but then decides, apparently, to ignore Dagmar who is ignoring her? “You lit up the campus like a Christmas tree.” Gathering some of the shed pages on the ground. “Might not make sense yet, but hang onto these, they’ll come in handy someday.” Offering the dross to the fledge.

Shana nods at Dagmar "I'm remembering.. not remembering ,feeling memories?" She gathers the things offered from Cairrean "These.. help. Thank you. "

“If you don’t remember yet, don’t worry about it. You can pick a name to be called for now. Is there something that feels… right?” She encourages.

Massey has to agree with that, "It's cool. We're pretty laid back about use names. "

"You're an old soul - like... uh... Warrior Cats, right? Reincarnated." That's a book! She's a lit professor!

"It just took til now for you to remember yourself."

Cairrean stifles a laugh.

A grin "I actually like the Warrior cats. Thank you, that helps me make sense of it"

"There's actually a lot of satyrs around campus. Two of my teammates, actually."

"And how many in your sorority, Masey?"

"Well, two others, and two kinain, who are satyr blooded and pretty cool" She assures

“Well, looks like you guys got this covered. No need to thank me. Right of Rescue and all.” She says, a touch pointedly. “Good job, Mister Pig.” She gives a bit of a cocky salute to the chimera. “Prof, see you around.”

"Exactly." A narrow look at Cairrean.

A pause, she had already turned, but turns back, a hand on her hip. “what IS your deal, Dagmar?”

"it was good work all around" Massey nods

Then she winces. Hoping it was not going to come to this.

"Am I missing something?" The proffesor says still on a high, but focusing better. She will think of a name later

"No." She looks around, and idly picks up some fallen books. "I think I'm gonna call home and get Zane's dad out here. He's a satyr AND a Professor, too."

Sylvi agrees, "Good call. They'd have more in common. No offense, Massey"

"Hey, happy to help her but also happy to have help helping her" Massey says then adds "And seriously, thanks for talking me into coming along, Dagmar. This one wasn't so bad"

Shana tilts her horns "A professor. Mmm. Well, he can't have my office. If I get bumped again I'll end up in a locker"

"Not at Rutgers, but yeah. He's a grump, too."

“I see. Well, Jealousy doesn’t suit you.” Cairrean remarks. “Keep looking that green and you’ll be mistaken for an ogre.” She turns, her hair flipping as she marches off.

Masey's eyes narrow at Cairrean's remarks but she puts a gentle hand on Dagmar, meant to soothe

Her nostrils flare and her eyes flash darkly.

"Somebody is damn lucky I'm not green." She mutters.

Sylvi is currently away, wrangling a chimera that went to the dorms

"Easy, Some Pig. It's all good" Shana assures petting him

Lab day!

Dag slings Flyswatter against her back, faintly scowling.

Shana bounds to see her altered office. IT is small... but changed, the library somehow fuller, the paintings almost alive

Massey looks at Dagmar "I know you're not just jealous. You think she's a bad influence on your friend... and she doesn't seem to treat him as an equal. But.. she did help. A bit. " She looks tempted to say more "let's bask in the win for now? For all of us?"

"AHHA! " Shana has been digging through a book "Myrine! "

Her jaw is jutting, like a frigate cutting through rough seas. "Yeah, fine."

"I think I'd like to be called, Myrine" a pause "PROFESSOR Myrine" Then she stops "Okay. Not professor... not like this. the name... it might draw attention" A sigh "Pretty name though"

"Myrine? Good name."

"oh right, Right of ignorance. We can use it, just not among the daughters of Eve."

That from Massey "The Escheat... well, the run down is..." And she rattles them off

"Right, right, the Rules." Dag helps with the basics.

Some Pig trots about happily in the much nicer office. It appears he only talks when he sings and that's not exactly on command. During this, Myrine listens with curiosity, she is full of questions, and often asks about Narnia and other sources. She's a bit of a talker, but very interested to learn.

Massey can be pretty chill (in a good way) while still being supportive, and as a fellow satyress, she knows what Myrine is going through. Dagmar is Rivervale trained and knows the Escheat by heart! Together, they bring her into the details of this wonderful world, with pr. wayburton on the way

(Fade to a dream returned)