((REVAMP)) Earlier this year, you had to move into a dorm room to save on expenses. Your family members had introduced the idea to you and later took you searching for the perfect roommates. At the time, they seemed perfectly sane and kind. Now, you realised that was a charade. It was too late to back out, though.

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At the moment, you sat on a beanbag in the living/dining area (otherwise known as the main room), which was basically where everyone went when they had nothing to do in their rooms (antisocial, much). The only person who really hung out in the main room was Nikolai Gogol, since he was always up to something. And that's where he was today.

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"What'cha doing?" Nikolai asks, plopping down on the nearest bean bag. Sigma's currently in his room, and you can hear the distinct sound of a cello in Fyodor's. Nikolai pouts and waits for you to answer his question.