Ruby leans against the desk at the front of the lecture hall. She's borrowed Phrymides' Macbook Air to run the bare-bones slide show, and the slick machine sits malapert and aluminate beside her. It's very fancy, maybe Ruby would save up for one herself.
She breaths in deep, thoughts seeping back to college, to all the excitement and new experiences. Funny, before she couldn't have imagined how deeply it paled to Awakening.
A nice young man from Clarice's class huffed in the corner, arms wrapped around the first of three large cases he'd brought in on a dolly. Ruby never could have carried it herself, and greatly appreciated the help. He was fairly quiet, well dressed, and clearly only participating for the well being of his resume. His mind was far away, and Ruby didn't feel much like bothering him.
Clarice was outside, manning the door. Only two students and the grey bearded Art Provost had arrived yet. The lecture itself started at 8:30. Just a little early still.