Shoubu Student Support Centre

Shoubu Student Support Centre

Shoubu Student Support Centre, or Sissc was generally at the centre of campus but did have a tendency to shift location depending on the whims of the faculty and the Student Union.

Hopefully you’d find answers there. You also needed a Game Tracker.

Sure, enough the Sissc building was located more less where you expected. It was a bizarre building and not just for its spatial incontinence. It was a large spherical building roughly six stories high. Its surface was apparently a aquamarine fluid and rippled like a giant water droplet. One entered by simply walking in and breaking the surface tension.

Inside the building was arranged like any other university building, interior walls stairs etc. You approach the front desk. It is manned by a fat man in his twenties. A nerd by the look of things judging from his T-shirt displaying some scifi shit.

“Excuse me” you say leaning on the desk giving him a glimpse of your cleavage. He glances over at you and holds up a finger as he continues texting. This creature would have been drooling before and now he makes you wait. Your frustration and panic boil up.

“EXCUSE ME!” you shout. He looks up at you angry. He has the temerity to show his anger to you? He slams his phone down. “Yes” he says with exasperation “Ok. What?”

“I need my GT. I lost it. Or at least I don’t know where it is.”

“That’s what lost generally means” he says sarcastically.

“Just…please how do I get a new one?”

“Have you lost one before?” he asks condescendingly

“No.”

“Ok. The first replacement is free. After that it is a 500 PRIZE TOKEN fine. Ok what’s your name?”

“Mandy. Mandy Clarke”

“And what course are you on and Dorm House and room?” You tell him your details but he frowns and shakes his head. “No Mandy Clarke by that name currently active on that course or in that Dorm House. That doesn’t seem right anyway. That Dorm House is for undergrads not mature students.”

“I’m not a mature student!”

“Oh? Really? Shit sorry.” He sounds sceptical.

You explain briefly what happened, leaving out your utter sexual degradation. He frowns and despite your earlier behaviour even looks sympathetic. “I think you need to speak to the Student Liaison and Support department.”