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Cursed ideas are fun. I like it.
Loll, one side of me figured you’d like it.
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I’ll write something for this and the labyrinth later tonight or tomorrow after church
I lied I’m sorry. These past couple weeks have been not very good for me. I’m probably going to ghost kp for a couple more days.
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No problemo. *Notices your transparency* *Tries to catch your misty ghost aura with clawed hands* *Looks for pastries to feed you so you rematerialize*
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@people Ok I don’t want to write bedroom descriptions rn, but I’m working on Lois’. Does anyone want to interact with Jack or Dante in the hall?
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I can write a transition scene to dinner if people would rather go in that direction. If y’all feel up to it. ?
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Lois
Lois fished in his pocket for his key as he stood in front of his new room. The bedroom door was made from dark wood and had a brass handle and knocker. Both the door and the brass fixings had a few simple designs on them, the knocker being the most complicated. It was in the shape of a small bird, so that it looked like it was pecking at the door when it was used. Lois liked it immediately, and wanted to name it, but decided not to, since he wasn’t great at naming things. His sister would be much better at it.
He finally located his key and put it in the lock. The door swung open, and he walked inside. It was much bigger than his room at home. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and in the corner there was a dark oak writing desk. In the bookshelves, there was a nook where his bed was, with curtains that could be closed in front of it. Above that was a loft with a giant window and a short spiral staircase leading up to it.
As Lois looked around he noticed something that almost startled him. The SIAS unit stood stiffly facing the wall in the corner of the room. It was completely still, but Lois could still faintly hear clockwork shifting inside it, like its own mechanical breath and heartbeat. Lois furrowed his brow as he looked at it. It wasn’t that he minded having it around, but its presence sort of ruined the comfort and peacefulness of the bedroom. He found some extra sheets in a drawer under the bed and threw one over it, hiding everything but its metal feet. That was good enough for now.
After settling in a bit and unpacking his bags, he looked up at the clock on his wall. It was almost time for dinner.
@whalekeeper I know that’s not much to go off of despite being long, sorry. I’ll update Dante or Jack later.⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
Jack Celby
The dining hall was beginning to fill up quickly with excited students. They were all crowded around a very long table in the middle of the room. There was no food out yet, but mouth watering smells drifted in from the kitchen. Jack hovered on the edge of the crowd, waiting patiently. A few people glanced his way, but none attempted to start a conversation. He nervously combed his fingers through the bangs in front of his face, then shifted his attention to the front of the room. An ornately carved wooden podium stood there, and above it, a giant clock with roman numerals on its face. There were seven minutes until dinner. He still had time to wait.
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*back door creaks open*
So, I’m not joining back in, but I am avidly stalking, and the Seven Minutes phrase sparked this scene to mind (don’t know how) so you can blame that for this weirdness. Enjoy.
LeQroi
Seven minutes until dinner. The Master chef stood in the center of the kitchen, white leather boots glued in place. Literally. His glare traveled down from the red faced maid to the pan in her trembling hands then, at last, the offending sugar syrup gilding his boots. He flicked a sugary droplet off the hem of his jacket.
Seven minutes gave no time to pry him free of the floor. Cold amusement chilled his chocolate drop eyes. Trapped in the middle of his own kitchen. He lifted a long finger in the air and pointed as the bumbling kitchen maid.
“Madam. Lay aside thy saucepan and attend to my stew lest it scald…if you can manage without another accident.”
The woman blanched like a boiled vegetable before dropping the pan on a convenient table and scurrying away to the bubbling stew pot. The rest of the kitchen cast hidden glances between Master Chef and kitchen maid. None dared linger.
He waited patiently in the center of the bustle, directing the chaos with a quiet word. Seven minutes, and the meal would commence with a light first course. His gaze returned again to the simmering stew pot.
A smile curved up his thin lips.
Ne faites jamais confiance à un cuisinier maigre.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
That is perhaps the most iconic side character focused entry I have seen in a roleplay. That was needed. I appreciate your thoughtful addition.
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@loopylin @anyone
Moth
Warm, rich scents wafted up the grand staircase. Moth, who had chosen to exit his room and speak to people, found himself caught up in the crowd. Luggage was forgotten; groups dispersed and reappeared in different forms. All boys traveled towards the dining hall.
The dining hall’s carved walls reached the ceiling with wooden leaves and scrolls, drawing the eye to the center and back to the floor. It supported a long table. The wood lacquer glimmered with a thousand orange and white lights, as if trapping live wisps under its surface, which really reflected the chandeliers above. If Moth wanted, he could glow and create even more light, and that would be too much to bear. An experiment for another time.
Many of the boys pointed at a clock on a podium. They counted out loud together, louder and louder. Moth’s head spun. Other young soon-to-be-academics bumped into him from all sides.
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The best way to introduce the characters to each other might be when they sit down to eat. Not talking for an entire feast would be pretty awkward
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Does the headmaster for this already have a name? He’s a shapeshifter, right?
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