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Howdy all!

I thought I'd try a little Rp in Gotham City. It makes a lovely neutral setting because its a place that's already acquainted with 'weird', and the best part is you don't need to know anything about Batman to jump in!

Gotham University is open to all, but I feel I should lay a few ground rules to keep the RP experience pleasant!

- If there's going to be drama IC, work up to it! Try not to throw it around like an old boot.
- This is for a fun, get to know you Rp between OCs. No supervillains will be crashing this party. Batman is busy with bigger and badder things!
- Dress your OC appropriately. I know it's Gotham, but a talking wolf in plain sight would still stir up a ruckus. Hide them cat ears and cat tails!
- Turns are casual, meaning those playing take turns with the people they're interacting with, and if you take too long to reply you may be skipped!
- Respect the immersion of the other players.

Alf was skulking up and down the halls during the quieter hours of the day, looking like a nervous stray cat. He'd set out to find Steve's class, but being the luckless animal that he was, he was miles off course. His sense of smell had been destroyed by body sprays and the added fog of not being able to identify half the things that flushed his nose.
He was making the lemonyest of lemon faces.

Alf was short, only about five feet, six inches tall, but he was wide and built like a pantheresque tank. Had he a tail, it would have been thrashing with anticipation. He did not. He was human, from his sandaled feet up to his black, University hoody which his hands always seemed to be hiding in.
At some point the hunt for Steve's class had degraded into a hunt for the EXIT. Being in the building made him nervous. There were too many doors and the hallways had a habit of flushing with people at unexpected times.

"Another day in Gotham City where the only source of great is a man dressed in a costume." Miles said mumbling to himself while getting off of the train to the University. Miles noticed the hands on the subway clock and instantly panicked. He grabbed a hold of his book bag and bolted out of the station. "Barely Made It!" Miles yipped in excitement when he busted through the classroom doorway. He quickly took his seat and took out his laptop and yesterdays studies. Miles adjusted his tie and buttoned up his jacket. Today was gonna be a long day.

Miles is a tall Man. He stands at six feet, seven inches. Weighs around 198-200 pounds. He's a little fit, but nothing impressive. He is light brown and his hair is a chestnut color. He has deep brown eyes that are warm and friendly, but he could turn a warm friendly gaze into a pit of molten lava that burns through your very soul. He usually sticks alone but he isn't scared to mingle around or chit-chat with strangers. He never was the cool kid but he also was never the loner. He just wades in the water of popularity like how people do so when they get into a cold pool, deciding if he should dunk into the water or stay up top in the sun. It didn't matter to him anyways.

Alf tromped down the hall, his best avoidance tactic for a mess of chattering humans. He was not a social animal by any stretch of the imagination.
The murder face had intensified.

By luck, and to go to a place where there were less people rather than more, he sandal popped his way into Miles' class. No one had ever taught him to look for the big green signs that meant exit. They were everywhere, but no use to someone who couldn't read them.
He looked at the far podium and frowned again. No Steve. He didn't even smell Steve in this room.

Miles noticed Alf wonder through the class. Miles felt like he should help him. He didn't want his grade to plummet from interrupting the presentation of the Professor. Miles saw Alf quickly glance at him, so Miles motioned him towards him.

(Hello?)