Chapter 1703 First Night
Leaving the main office building, many people stood outside in a daze, wondering if they were going to be abandoned just like that.
"What's going on?" Several people asked.
"They told us to make it to the cafeteria before lunch, and even told us we must be in our dormitories before lights out. But who can tell us where to go?"
Many hurdled in groups discussing the matter further.
During the process of registration, the Omanians conversed with several people, shocked by the friendliness of many.
Couldn't be that the whole of Pyno is friendly?
Well, you can't blame people for acting friendly.
Even if they were harsher outside, once in Baymard they don't know why, but they were very relaxed, outgoing and in a better mood.
Baymard was the sort of place that allowed many people to do away with their scheming nature.
At least you don't have to worry about being killed or assassinated due to some despicable sort of hatred.
"Wow! You guys are really as huge as they say."
"They say?"
The bubbly man from Yodan nodded. "Yes. Years ago I heard there were giants in the outer world and thought it was a lie. But the more and more Baymard publicized it, the more I felt it must be true. After all, there are blue people in Zohl and dark skin people in Romain, so it must be true."
The man shrugged, not thinking anything of their appearance. If it were in the past, someone might claim them to be monsters or cursed beings. But ever since Baymard came into their lives, everyone realized that they weren't the center of the universe.
In other words, just as they found other people's skin tones weird, those said people might find them bizarre too.
Logic tells them that if there are different types of horses in this world, some with 3 heads and others with 1, then there must all be different humans.
Once again, the Omanians were amazed by how much the world, especially Baymard knew of them, yet they didn't know shit about the other people in this world.
Timothy massaged his chin thoughtfully. "They won't tell us where to go but instead tell us the deadlines for where we have to be... are you all thinking what I'm thinking?"
A test? A challenge?
"It should be." Gordon nodded in satisfaction. How can they be good soldiers if they couldn't even master the simple ways of gathering information to get where they have to be?
Luckily for them, they came to the academy very lightly.
The biggest bag in the group was the size of a gym duffle bag. Some also had simple but large backpacks.
Remember that from today, everything they will wear is given by the barracks.
Apart from their towels, toothpaste, PJs, locks, body sponges, slippers, soaps, underwear and other necessities, they had nothing else in their bags.
Some even had enough space to put the newly given barrack clothes in their duffle bags.
Welp. Time to ask around.
Very quickly, the group left the scene
This was probably why they were told to
They were told a majority of their bags were on the first floor of their dormitory building. All they had to do was ask the officers there for them.
Each bag had a name tag
Alright!
With a new goal in mind, everyone quickly headed out to ask around.
Yay!
What a simple task.
At first, they were happy with the many people who gladly pointed them in the right direction. But the more they asked, the more they felt something was off, especially with how long they had walked helplessly.
"Ah!... So you're looking for the dormitories? Sure, sure, sure... it's right over there. You just need to take 2 lefts after that cone-shaped building and you'll be there."
"Eh? Someone told you the dormitory is here? Aiy~... I apologize. They must be a newbie, or else why did they tell you that? The dormitory is on the other side of where you're coming from."
"What? Those damn newbies are at it again. It's completely wrong. You just take a left, 3 rights, 6 other lefts, follow the long winding road to Yorkshire Lake, skip 7 buildings and you'll get there. Trust me, you can't miss it."
"_"
Okay now, they were sure these people were playing with them. But who can they blame but themselves for being too trusting?
Gordon nodded heavily. "In the real world when collecting information, one must know how to filter the right information from the wrong."
Timothy, Gordon and the others shook their heads, a little disappointed with themselves.
They did see the signs and had already found something a little strange with the many people they met, yet they shrugged it off, feeling that since they were already within Baymard and in the barracks, the many people had no reason to lie to them.
Baymardians and others here were just too friendly that they had dropped their guards down.
Wait!
Gordon's eyes suddenly lit up! "Everyone, open up your envelopes! Even though they rushed us out earlier, I took a sneak peek at what's in them and I think I saw a map there."
Ah!-
A map? If they have that, then why bother going around asking for so long?
Those officers also seemed to do it on purpose, as the money they gave them the envelope they rushed them to hurriedly keep their envelopes and clothes in their bags fast rushing them to leave the scene immediately.
One more thing to note was that the regular clothes they came in with were taken off there and then in less than, as they rushed them on the clock to strip and change into their new clothes.
After everything was done they rushed them out of the building as though they had some deadly infection on their skin.
What's more, after leaving, some officers stood outside, tapping their watches, reminding them that their time was running out.
"Look over there! The name of the road says Galactica.... this is it on the map, right?" One of their new friends asked.
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Everyone looked at the map booklet which was pocket size.
The first 4 pages were done in Pyron, the next 4 pages were done in Zohl/Roma, and the last 4 were done in Oma.
What?
Seeing the last 4 pages of Oma, the Omanians were truly pleased. It seems Baymard must have been preparing for their arrival for a long time.
(>^_^<)
Everyone looked at their map booklets in satisfaction.
What was amazing was that the first 3 pages in each language could be unfolded and stretched out into an even larger form.
Once stretched, it went from a little hand sheet to the size of an A4 paper.
Alright.
The 1st foldable page map of each language showed the map of the overall place with just the street names and names of buildings.
The 2nd foldable page highlights the importance of all buildings. There is a list of the buildings and what street they were on, in what sector and in what zone.
The 3rd foldable page was all about classrooms on their schedules and where they can find them.
The 4th page was a normal page that wasn't foldable but contained a vital list of universal rules and holidays in this place.
For example, breakfast was from 7:30~8:45 Am; all buildings close at 10:30 PM, and on Sundays, there will be no classes.
Lights out are at 11 PM, but people can sleep however early they want since supper/dinner is from 7:15 to 9:20 PM, after which people could rush up to take a shower and sleep.
If you miss that period, there's no turning back.
Looking at the map, everyone once again marveled at Baymard's thoughtfulness.
It was amazing that the map also showed restricted zones within their UN region that they should never enter without the right clearance.
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"Look! Since we're on Galactic Road, if we go through Clayton Street and keep moving straight, straight, straight, taking a bend at Sycamore Road and continuing, we should be able to reach the dormitories."
"Great! Then what are we waiting for?"
Timothy Shook his head. "No. We can't head to the dormitories now. Remember that we must be there for lunch during the appropriate time which is just 5 minutes from now. So we should locate the cafeteria, eat before heading to our dormitories."
After all, they only carried little bags with them that weren't so unbearable.
Many nodded in unison agreeing to how hungry they already were.
And just like that, the many fresh recruits got their first real lesson. They thought with this little success, their days here would be smooth sailing.
So who can tell them why they were woken up to the sounds of whistles and gongs this early in the morning?
Pheeee~
"Wake up, you maggots! You only have 2 minutes 30 seconds to get out!"
What? So short?
"Hey, has anyone seen the left side of my boots?"
"Oh no! I can't find my locker keys! Dammit! Where the hell did I keep it?"
"Ahhh!-- Where are my pants? Can anyone help me find my pants?"
The struggle was real, as even Timothy hated himself for locking his things in his locker last night.
Should he have known, he would've kept them underneath his bed, pillow or anywhere close by.
"Time's up, maggots! Drop everything impure doing and line up now!"
"_" [Jackson who still hasn't found his pants]
"_" [Timothy who wore pants, his boots but only a tank top.
"_" [Gordon who was dressed but had no boots, only socks.]
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