It seemed that this could be a new character trait or some sort of new gig or running gag for poor little Lucy: every time she had somewhere she was to embark upon, she always ended up getting lost and end up in the complete opposite area of where she needed to be. This was because she was having some interference with the GPS-option of her scroll, although she wasn't sure exactly why this was happening, but it made it impossible for her to find the room she desired most to find and embrace: the library.
Lucy loved to read books, more than just about anything, except for playing with animals of course. She liked all sorts of books: fiction and non-fiction, adventure stories, thriller novels, romances (as long as they weren't too detailed), horror (although not as often as others, due to her being frightened easily), science fiction, history, biographies and autobiographies...if it was a book, she'd read it, no matter what. It was also the only place she felt calm, what with her dorm not full established yet for her to stay there, leaving her to spend the night with others like Mr. Davis until her room was ready.
Fortunately, she wasn't in a complete state of disrepair, as hinted at by Mr. Floppsies's honest and becoming peridot-shade of green for her head-warmer. She really REALLY wanted to find the library and sit down and read a good book, but unfortunately she ended up in what seemed like a rather abandoned portion of the academy. It looked unattended, and it was actually starting to creep her out a bit until she saw a much braver girl push open some doors a little ways off and walk in. Lucy let her curiosity get the better of her and she hurried over to the big double doors and gently pushed them open...and she gave a little gasp when she saw what was inside. She slowly walked into a rather pretty room that seems to have been recently cleaned up debris and dust, and was decorated ever so slightly, but those decorations were rather well arranged...and with the windows letting it light, all the accents and the mood all matched together to bring one thing: joy...and also a sense of relaxation.
She walked over to a table and slowly picked up a book, and she read the title aloud. "Confusion: Syne Academy Host...Club?" Never before had Lucy even heard of such a thing, and she didn't want to bother anyone with her questions, so she quickly thought about what a Host Club was...and her mind was met with a response:
Lots of young men dressed in prim and proper clothing and looking rather elegant and charming, similar dressed men pouring tea for ladies who were also dressed up proper similar to Lucy herself, one nicely dressed man sitting on a couch with a lady on either side talking to them both, the words 'entertainment' and 'conversation'.
Lucy stopped thinking and shuddered at that last word: 'conversation.' It was her fatal flaw, communication with others, one of the many things she wasn't good at and by far what she was worst at. The last thing she wanted to do was willing subject herself to having to communicate with another person just...for fun, least of all a boy her age. She was now very nervous and felt out of place, evidence leaning to Mr. Floppsies's hat changing into a rather handsome shade of orange, and she was actually planning on leaving when she saw the brave girl again. She was spouting random names that started with the letter 'L', possibly looking for someone here? Lucy prayed she was looking for her, but she decided to try and follow in this girl's footsteps and take the first forward step.
Lucy opened the book and saw a list of...boy's? Yes, a list of boys, describing what their personalities were like and even including a picture of them. At first glance, the description of this Mr. Vanheim seemed very endearing, and she decided she would like to sit down and speak with him the most. She wasn't sure what she would say to him, but his picture made it look like his hair was actually two completely different tones...but also completely natural somehow. While she had gotten distracted about trying to ask this Mr. Vanheim why his hair was similar in nature to that of a cow, she forgot that she actually needed to ask to speak with someone to request the kind-looking man. She turned to speak to the man who had handed her the book, not looking up and somewhat mumbling in a bit of a low and nervous tone.
"Request: Oh...umm, if you don't mind...well, that is, if he doesn't mind...that is, umm, I...I would like to c-c-converse with...M-Mr. Vanhei-"
"This one! Lloyd~"
The brave girl had finally remembered who she was looking for, and it seemed that she may have been looking for the man Lucy decided she wanted to converse with all along. This tore her thought process in half: on one side, she wanted to participate and she really only felt comfortable choosing Mr. Vanheim; on the other, she in no way, shape, or form wanted to deprive the brave girl of conversing with him either, especially since she had wanted to speak with him before Lucy had even walked in the room. Lucy debated about it in her head, trying to decide whether to politely ask the brave girl to allow her to speak with Mr. Vanheim, to leave her alone and choose someone else, or to just leave altogether and try to find the library. As she struggled to decided, the living and breathing version of the man who fit the picture she saw came up and spoke to the brave girl like he had already met with her before.
Mr. Vanheim was clearly busy.
On that note, Lucy decided that for once she would not give up, and she reopened the book and began searching the other men for someone else that seemed like the best choice to talk to. Her eyes settled on a young man with pretty blonde hair and even prettier green eyes, eyes that seemed to have lots of spark in them. She pondered for a moment why Mr. Egret would choose to be silent, preferring to speak through words on a page rather than with conventional spoken language like most others. His description did mention him as shy, so maybe he disliked talking to others as much as she did. Assuring herself that she had found someone she could relate to, she actually felt a bit calmer, Mr. Floppsies's becoming shade of peridot-green changing into a fine lighter green glow that would normally seem a bit loud or in a form of bad taste for a hat...but Mr. Floppsies's made it work like a true gentlerabbit. Besides, they would soon adapt to his unique style, the only reason that they hadn't already being that this was the first time she had managed to feel even close to normal or okay since she arrived at the academy.
She went to turn around and ask the man for her choice of a conversationist. "Request: Sir, if you don't mind, and if he's not b-busy...I would like to s-speak with Mr. Egr-" suddenly, a most beautiful sound of piano keys cut her off and filled the room with a new sense of wonder. This glorious music not only set the mood and atmosphere, but it also went perfectly with the arrangements and decor, setting the room apart from the academy and drifting it off into it's own little wonderland. Such elegant finger-play forced Lucy to look over to the source of the musical blessing, and that's when she spotted the blonde boy with green eyes commanding a rather antique looking piano.
Mr. Egret was clearly busy.
Unfortunately it would seem that no one would learn to love Mr. Floppsies's sense of style when it come to his taste in fine light-green head-wear, as it changed alarmingly fast to a rather dapper hue of yellow. Lucy was in a high state of panic: she had chosen two different hosts from the book, and both times she had failed to succeed in actually picking one and speaking to him...two strikes, failed twice. Now her body was covered in trembles, and she wanted to do nothing short of running as fast as she could and hiding somewhere so that she could cry in peace at how terrible she was at just talking with people. In fact, if she could just run all the way back to her old home and sit in her room and just cuddle with Mr. Floppsies while lying on her bed...that's what she craved most of all.
However, in spite of all this, somehow she reached deep inside herself and grabbed onto the last sliver of courage she had...and opened the book once more. She saw the man at the top, and decided he would do best. She wasn't sure about feeling 'wanted', whatever that entailed, but his picture with his interesting blue hair and his gentle smile made her feel a bit more relaxed.
Once again, without looking at the man, she asked for what would be her final try: if this failed, she would whisk herself away from this possible safe-haven and never return. "Request: Umm...I-I-I w-would like t-to speak w-with M-Mr. Xing..." she stopped for a moment, because she realized she didn't know how to say his name properly, and she might be mistake and be forced to meet with someone else. The dreadful thought of speaking with a man much worse than they man she wanted to converse with plagued her mind, so she thought deeply for a moment...and suddenly, what she hoped was the right pronunciation came to mind."Resume Request: Mr. Xingguang. I w-would like to speak w-with Mr. Xingguang, please." she requested in a very polite manner, pronouncing the first portion of his name like a blend of the words 'seen' and 'zing', while pronouncing the latter portion like fusion of the Spanish word for handsome 'guapo' and the word 'swan' or 'gong'.
She bowed politely, and then immediate stood back up a bit frozen in time, a startled look on her face. "Feeble Following Statement: I mean, well...that is, umm...if he's not too busy, that is."