Nil closes his eyes and rubs his temples. "Yeah, there is. About back at Nurse's... well, how much do you remember from that day? I want to give you the whole story, and explain things, so that, you know, there's nothing wrong between us. That'd be bad for the group, and it would be bad for me. I'd rather you not hate me for something like taking your clothes off and seeing you in your underwear. And the... um... hugging you... in... your underwear."

"Non! Tais-toi Nil!"
Flustered, Pascale pulled her hoodie over head and turned to the side.
"Qu'est-ce à propos de jamais que vous ne comprenez pas!"
Pascale's anger began to boil over and she stamped her foot once, "Oublie! Forget it!"
Angrily, she stormed back to the dormitories.

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[date: 4/3| time: Sunday Afternoon|weather: Dandelion|Events: n/a]

Nil rubs his forehead. "Ugh... it really is going to be an issue. Jeez. I don't get how to fix this." 'I should just ask Chi for a favor and give up. Art is a lot easier to deal with than women.' Now thinking about art, he decides to see if Ms. Monet is around. Maybe she had something art related that he could do; it would be a nice way to clear his head. Especially since he had ended up staring at Pascale as she walked off.

'Why did she have to wear those shorts...?'

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Looking over at the stranger, it didn't take longer than a brief moment for Sora to realize there had been another time skip. It disturbed him slightly that he felt he had not been to the area before, despite how the skips from before seemed to put him in places he was at the time...

"Hello. I'm sorry, but you won't mind if I stay here a bit do you?" Moving over to the nearby bench, Sora started to sit down. The garden seemed as good a place as any to finish the process, which his mind still desperately needed. In fact, even talking normally was a challenge, but he was glad he pulled it off without any noticeable difference.

The girl ignored Sora for a second instead caring to the orchids in front of her.
"Sora Serafin, Junior. Feel free to sit any where you please. It's not my prerogative" the girl said curtly.
Upon closer inspection, Sora noted that she wore an orange camisole and white denim shorts, her exposed knees lay planted in the dirt.

Somewhat confused with how the stranger knew his name, Sora didn't think much of it due to his nagging urge to go back to rest.

Sitting down on the bench and staring forward at what seemed to be nothing, Sora resumed his recovery state. Despite this, he couldn't help but listen to the curious girl going about the garden, keeping track of where she went. Something had brought him to the place instead of where he should've been, at the school. He didn't assume whoever did do such a thing would have harmful intent to him. If it had, it would've already done something of the sort. That was at least that was what he figured with the more immediate matter of recuperating on his mind.

304... Wait... no... That's not right...

Trying to focus again, Sora soon discovered he was unable to restart his thought process. Confused, he tried again, only to be faced with another failure.

Worried by that point, Sora instead tried to break his mind off the subject by starting a conversation with the stranger nearby. Turning towards her direction, he spoke again.

"Have we met before?"

"No, you are a Sophmore now," she said quickly correcting herself, "Perhaps, I've made a mistake somewhere," she muttered to herself.
Clipping off a knarled bud from the Orchids, she moved on to trim the rose bushes.
"Agatha Scarlett, your predecessor."
Agatha continued to trim the bushes as though she were alone in the garden.

Sora grabbed both sides of his head with his hands, silently trying to block out the pain as he spoke in a controlled, emotionless tone, "What you mean by 'predecessor'? I-I apologize for bothering you about it... but I don't actually know how I found myself here."

I don't know you... This has to be a dream... But I don't have dreams anymore...

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Before he woke up in his dorm, a humongous chunk of the blown up bridge was headed towards him. Robert was about to be crushed from the weight of the object, while closing his eyes, but when he reopened them he was back in his dorm. As Robert stood up, he began processing if he what just saved him was that it was a nightmare or if it was a timey wimey incident again.

He began deciding on which was more believable, but soon took the fact off his mind. Listen to yourself Robert, you're in a bit of a stressful moment so why not just relax, and be normal for once? Robert thought, before sinking back into his pillow. I wonder what it would have felt if that chunk of rock actually hit me? Robert pondered about this, but soon fell into a deep sleep.

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"Oh, you did not just say that! I've put too much milk in my coffee once, big thing, pff..." Chi rolled her eyes peculiarly, and lifted herself on her elbows. "You go, and try to make a good coffee with your eyes closed! Aiko can help you if you want." She chuckled, but it wasn't one of her awkward laughs as usually, when she said a bit too much. It was genuine this time.

She pretty much never laughed at her "condition" before, needless to say, that she never let someone hear it. But for some reason, she felt like she didn't have to pretend so much in Nathaniel's company anymore, that he simply understood her.

"Deal, we got this right Aiko? Aiko?" Nathaniel lifted himself up to his elbows and looked at the bird, but it was only fixated with Chi and ignored him. He whistled, "I think I already see a flaw in this experiment. Alright I concede." He flopped back down. "I'll stop making fun of your coffee-flavored milk. So then, shall we keep talking about coffee or shall we go grab some?"

"Damn, you're stubborn with that milk..." Chi got up, stretched, and dusted off her jeans and back, after lying on the ground. "Sure, lets go...this cake ain't gonna get eaten by itself...To L'Artiste!" She extended her hand in Nathan's general direction, to help him get up.

"Hey I said I'd stop." He took the box in one hand and her's in the other. "Thank you," he got up and loosened his grip to suggest letting go, but his hand didn't move. "Now off we go."

They reached the cafe in a timely manner, he didn't say much, just enjoying the walk and the light breeze and soft atmosphere. Their entrance was announced by the tinkle of bells and the hostess looked up from her booth. "Oh hello. Oh hi Chi." Recognizing the regular she smiled. "So a booth for two then?" Nathaniel smiled his gratitude and she led them to a booth. "A waitress will be with you soon, but for now let me grab you some plates and forks." She waltzed away and came back quickly with small plates and utensils. Nathaniel accepted them and quickly moved the cake out of the box and placed a slice on the plate then slid it to Chi before serving himself.

"What're the chances the waitress will be?" His query was interrupted and answered by a squeal as Cat rounded the corner.

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"Are you not Student Council historian? A Historian that cannot remember the past. Perhaps, the council is worse off then it appears?" she pondered aloud.
Finishing with the rose bushes, a honeybee landed in her hair as she began to water the sunflowers.

Elsa woke up with a start as she had suddenly recalled something very important.
I'll be in so much trouble if they found out I fell asleep up here!
Quickly, pocketing her phone and placing her expensive telescope in the bag. She took one of Rodney's black trench coats and slung it over herself.
"Oh no, look at the time! Hey Rodney!" muttered Elsa.
Eyes closed, Rodney was peacefully sleeping on the other side of the bed near the wall.
"Oh come on Lenivyy, last night wasn't that exciting."

The wonderful experience that the trio had was amazing, they even got pictures this time around.
Thinking about it brought warm feelings to Elsa's heart.
"Ohh that's right where is...wait...wasn't there...three? I was...in the middle and...well, maybe Rodney will remember."
With a hand on his shoulder, Elsa shook him gently but firmly.
"Get up Malyshka, it's too late to be asleep."
Rodney did not respond at all, even through his clothes he felt unusually cold.
"Rodney?"
Beginning to panic, Elsa took the boy's wrist in her hand and checked his pulse.
Her face silent in shock, froze as she backed off the bed and ran outside into the hallway.

Although it was probably a little bit awkward for both of them, she didn't let go of Nathan's hand. At the beginning, she was planning on just helping him get up, but for some reason, she just kept holding it afterwards. At this point it would've been even more awkward to just suddenly let go, so she just rolled with it. She didn't mind after all, nor Nathaniel seemed to. They've made their way to L'Artiste, being quiet for the most of the time, both just enjoying weather and the situation in general.

"What're the chances the waitress will be?..."

Hearing Catherine approaching, Chi leaned forward to Nathaniel and whispered. "Aaaaand you spoiled it..." She quickly came back to her previous position, and smiled to the waitress.

"Well, well, well...And who do we have here? My favorite customer, and my bestie's handsome son, at one table." Cat has made her way to their table, smiling, she gave Nathaniel a wink. If Chi was happened to be "looking" in a different direction, she would probably show him a thumbs up as well. "Anyway, what can I get for you two, sweethearts?" Pushing the silver tray against her side with her elbow, she took a notepad out.

"Same as always...Just, put less milk in it." Chi smiled to Nathaniel, and slightly stuck her tongue out. "...Also, no muffin...that'd be too much, even for me."

"Gooooot it..." Cat scribbled the order in her notepad. "That's a pretty good looking cake you got there, you baked it?" She pointed at Nathaniel with her pen, then added. "Also, what would you like to drink?" She still had this peculiar, almost cheeky smirk on.