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WINTER COMMON ROOM - WEEK 3
common room.
Similar to the rest of the architecture, the common room in the Winter Dorm is almost more reminiscent of a tea room or parlor that you would find in a manor. A chandelier hangs above, everything in the room glistening in the light that is both welcoming and just a tinge cold. Seating is available for a number of people to gather, adjusting each week to seemingly accommodate a little bit over the number of people assigned to the dorm. A piano doesn't sit too far, and sometimes when the room isn't too full, it's almost like a beautiful classical melody will begin to play itself to make up for the empty space.
Or... is that a showtune...?
Who can say?
This week, we're getting into the holiday spirit! So pop some bubbly, be a little sweet - it's that time of year.
specialty room.
However on the first floor, there's an oddity amidst the serene architecture. One of the rooms opens to a Gaming Lounge, complete with screens that stretch across the entirety of one wall length-wise. Incredible comfortable chairs and couches sit opposite the screen, comfortable enough to steal you away from the outside world for hours upon hours. A series of gaming systems are hooked up to the screens, and a small tower of handhelds sit on a bookcase nearby. Every game you can think of is downloaded and programmed onto each device, though every time you start one up it seems to immediately pull up an otome game or farming simulator. The lighting system changes between a rainbow of colors, and one wall is lined with snacks that are a little less decadent but still just as delicious. The room will adjust based on the needs of the game you play, a wall spinning out to roll out DDR dance pads, virtual reality goggles, or whatever you could need for the ultimate gaming experience.
No, it isn't incredibly reminiscent of Dude Perfect's Game Time Lounge. You're imagining it. (But really, click the link for a better idea of what the room looks like.)
Please use this as an open post for members of Winter Dorm. You may post top-levels whenever you'd like and go wild. A new post will go up at the start of each week.
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oh no.
the face kon makes is a little complicated, brow furrowed and jaw tightening. but since he can't hug her, he just moves - puts his forehead against a safe part of her hand. ]
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Ichiro's right, she could've kept that one if she really wanted it.
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Nothing of value was lost, there. [ firmly - he's more upset that she was given something good to replace it, only to have that be a lie ] "She" who?
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The girl on the top floor. Blonde hair, had a sketchbook.
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You talk to her any?
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She ran away.
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Except for the part where she... had a hand in messing with your memories.
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They had... I think they had Caleb. Or maybe he was fake. [...] There was a drawing of him and he - and he was weird looking.
[she scrunches up]
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... I said it to Ichiro, so I'll say it to you, too. Just because it wasn't real, doesn't mean it didn't feel real.
[ doesn't mean that it wasn't enough for her to be afraid for him, or angry that he was being used against her. ]
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He - did, um. I don't know if any of the other drawings looked like it. Like he was colored black in places and he had one big gold eye, and the paper was singed.
[she sounds like, legitimately frightened? like wobbly. it's not unusual for her to be emotional, but maybe not - terrified, about something like this.]
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Hey. You saw him when you got back, y'know? He took care of you. He's okay. [ that place didn't put him through whatever the fuck that drawing could have implied. ] We can go find him first thing tomorrow morning, too.
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What if I die, though? What if someone comes after me? [her voice is a little shrill?]
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Look at me, Beau. [ firmly ] I can't make promises like "I'll keep you safe," or "I won't let it happen." That's not fair to you. But you can't think like that. You can't tear yourself up doing that.
But I won't let go. I won't leave. I'll stay right here, all night, even when it hits midnight. And this place'll have to either take me with you, or try to take you by force.
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she looks very stressed, but.] Okay. Okay.
[and kind of confused, too.]