"Of course! I'm sure your taste in fashion is exquisite! It will be fun sewing some for you." Seiya said excitedly. "Do remember to stop by my talent room later, though, for measurements."

Ursa smiled apologetically, "Well, if you'd be willing to talk to me, that would be very helpful...Just what happened there in the dining hall, it unsettles me...I really wish everyone could work together and I think you were treated particularly unfairly," She said, muffling her rage. "Do you wish to discuss about it?" She asked hopefully.

Yumeko blinked, taken aback by the offer. Had she heard Ursa correctly just now? She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "We have a group of sixteen students in a killing game--the chance of us all getting along is super slim," Yumeko shot her a wry smile, before turning around and taking a few steps forward. She looked behind her. "If ya want, feel free to chill out in my room."

Ursa smiled gratefully. "Is it all right if I look around?" She asked, picking up the small bear cub who was now scratching her feet, "Nanouk won't trample anything, I promise,"

Yumeko shrugged. "As long as it doesn't break my violin, I don't really give a crap if he breaks anything else. Since, y'know---it's that weirdo bear's loss." Putting her arms behind her head, she then walked to the piano. Setting her violin down, she sat down on the chair. Yawning, she layer her fingers on the keys before moving her hands. "Hope ya don't mind if I play," she said as she begun her piece.

Juniper, hearing the sound of "New clothes", ran back into the dining room. "I dont think you would be able to help me make some outfits?" She asked hurriedly, before bowing her head down shyly again, "Then again, my taste of fashion isn't exactly...nice"

Ursa seemed a bit hurt by this reaction. How could she call Nanouk a weirdo bear? Remembering the reason she was here, she calmed herself down. It takes a lot for someone to break out of their shell if they are usually sarcastic and mean, but she sensed a deep kindness in Yumeko, one that wasn't easily discovered and even harder to surface. "Go ahead," She said, before looking around the room. Yumeko's aesthetic was interesting, a mix of both modern and classical elements. Sheet music scattered the floor as well as an abundance of the color blue. Ursa listened to the music for a little while, before suddenly saying, "Do you like sweets?"

(this is so interesting, as your representation of Yumeko is literally me irl with all the sarcasm music stuff o.o hopefully my description of her room is fitting, as I pretty much modeled it of my own...its like roleplaying with me in an alternate universe...so cool)

"Good--considering I already started." Yumeko said with a soft laugh. She grew silent as she continued playing, her eyes closed as she easily tapped the keys. It wasn't a difficult song, in her opinion, but she liked it nonetheless. She opened an eye when she hears Ursa speak again. Her playing slowed as she looked at the other intensely. "How'd ya know?" She asked, a small smirk evident on her face.

((Also, that's hilariously coincidental. :3 You play instruments, too? If so, which? I play the violin, which is why Yumeko does since I know the most about that, lololol

After dazing off, Miiko's head lifted up.

"Hey, Juniper. Can I borrow Leo? The new decor is coming along nice, but I need to make sure they fit."

Luna: "I would never joke about death and murder. And you know that."
She mumbles softly as if she was on the verge of crying.
Luna: "I basically decapitated 7 people and split 2 people in half, 4 of those people being my family. I was being controlled somehow and.."
She stops to wipe her eye
Luna:" I found this underneath my bed in my room. Read it and it will explain everything. Death, identity and relatives of the victims."
She pulls out a neatly folded newspaper article that said on the front, in big black letters: 9 people dead; and killer still unknown.
And on the front was someone in a bloody,black hoodie.

(Sorry about the terrible explaining)

Jo backed up a bit from her,"not to say i'm scared of you but that.....is terrifiying.Why a black hoodie and not a pastel one?"

Nivani looked at it interested a bit."Meh it's not the worst thing to happen....at least it's explained somewhat"