Outside the Command Center, All Day Friday

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Inside the Command Center, with the doors propped open, Dean Zordon can't help but hear the endless chatter of students going back and forth during enrollment. Unfortunately, stuck in his tube, he really has no choice.

[OOC: All IC interaction during the signup process should go here. No OCD threads unless someone else wants to set some up. I'm beat, yo.]

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Standing in the hall, Lyta massages her temple with her left hand, holding a class schedule open in the other. The headaches were nothing new. They were common the first time around, as her abilities grew and developed; she had hoped to avoid them this time. Apparently, she would have no such luck.

The stress of trying to work out a schedule wasn't helping, either. While she had some choices in her previous life, the Corps had mandated much of her training. She now found herself in a position to choose all of her classes. It was simultaneously liberating and intimidating.

Despite all the choices, she found herself once again focusing on the arcane -- those little things that wouldn't have been mainstream for the average teenager. But the arcane was part of who she was; she had long since accepted that. Why shouldn't she tailor her studies for a better understanding of, well, herself?

She read over the schedule a time or two more before settling on her final choices: Sociology of the Paranormal -- a class perhaps even Ivanova should take; Arthurian Traditions, to find out more about the "late delivery from Avalon" she had heard about aboard Babylon 5; and Self Defense. This last would prove interesting, especially given her current hestitation for physical contact. Hopefully, by the time class started, she would be comfortable enough in her surroundings to take the gloves off. She was tired of having sweaty palms again. And who knew, maybe learning better control of the physical would help her understand even better control of the metaphysical.

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"Lyta, right?" asked Janet. "How's it going?"

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Lyta looked up from the pamphlet, blinking once or twice. "Fine, I suppose," she replied, somewhat distracted. "Trying to find some sort of order in chaos..." She really had been around the Vorlons too long!