Roscoe finally dragged his feet to orientation. He'd been up a little late this morning, and hardly finished his coffee before he had to leave. Not his fault he hadn't HAD to get up for the past five years. He felt like he hadn't worked in FOREVER. Roscoe yawned discreetly and staraightened his suit, which was crisp and black.

Today was orientation, which Roscoe would admit he was not 100% sure of the purpose.. What exactly were they supposed to do? Meet and greet? Okay. He wouldn't mind meeting a few people, especially if any of them had jobs in Mysteries or Astronomy. He hadn't hung around people in too long.