SPRINGLE - WEEK 7

[dormheads]

common room.

In the common room, the walls have been painted with photo-like pictures of forests and lakes, and spread across the ceiling is a depiction of the night sky. One wall is lined with bookcases, the books ranging from fiction to non-fiction as well used course textbooks. More bookcases have been used to section off one corner for a study area, with a desk and chair provided.

Elsewhere, there are a few couches (one looks as though it doesn't quite belong) and chairs, most seated around a coffee table and with throw blankets tossed over them if you need the extra warmth. On the table is a bowl of healthy and semi-healthy snacks, regularly stocked. (Nearby is a garbage can.)

This week, there's something.

specialty room.

Past an entrance in the common room, a mini coffeehouse has been set up, with express machines for those who just want their coffee now and slightly more advanced equipment for aficionados. It offers a variety of strength levels and flavors to accommodate tastes all across the spectrum, along with a teapot and packets of caffeinated and non-caffeinated tea for those who prefer a different drink. There's a sink if you want to use your own mug, but otherwise, disposable cups are provided for you to use.

Pasted on the wall by the coffee machines is a detailed but clear handwritten guide on how to use said machines, complete with illustrations. There are also cute little doodles of Spring Dorm residents using the machines and drinking coffee, though they look as though they were done by someone else.

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Comments

[ercnerd]

Putting that aside, provoking each other affects everyone here. We're all injured and tired; aren't you as well? I won't be able to sleep if the two of you are yapping at each other all night.

[branches]

[Ah.... preying on his doctor instincts. He simmers.]

... Right. Did you have anything you need looked at before then?

[ercnerd]

Hm . . . I was jabbed by a spike. Why don't you take a look and tell me how it is?

[He offers his bandaged right arm. A small spot is soiled with blood. Undoing the dressing will reveal a gaping wound the size of a spike one would imagine protruding from a trapped wall that he's been plugging with gauze.]