Go to lounge

This is a small sunlit dorm lounge, with a few couches and an old-fashioned television set. The hallway is to the north.

On the couch is a magazine.

Maggie is here.

You walk into the lounge, curious, and see there's somebody already in here - a young girl, maybe 19, brunette, wearing a pink tanktop and thong underwear, lying on a couch and channel surfing. You correct yourself - she may be young, but now she's a few years older than you.

She sees you, gets up, tosses the remote aside and introduces herself.

“I'm Maggie,” she says, smiling. “The Dean said you'd be coming. That was real short notice, like maybe an hour! Usually we get a few weeks advance notice. People don't usually enroll here on the spur of the moment.”

“I'm...I'm Janet,” you say feeling silly for using the name - but you can't seem to remember what your male name was anyway. “Yeah, it was kind of spur of the moment.”

She gives you a concerned look. “You okay?”

“A little scared, I think,” you admit.

She nods. “That's normal. There's a lot to adjust to. Look, I've been here, off and on, for six years, and I don't regret a thing. I'm the resident advisor, by the way - so please come to me if you have problems, okay? And you can ask me whatever you want, and I'll try to answer if I can.”