SPRINGLE - WEEK 0

[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 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 is a welcome basket near the bowl.

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.

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Comments

[overlimit]

[there's a look of panic in her eyes when she realizes her spell isn't working, and she regards him warily, noting his injury and his own gesture.]

What the hell... my artes are sealed? Or something's interfering with magic, here...

Where are we, anyway!?

[she's giving him a sharp, pointed look, like she completely expects him to have the answer to that.]

[headmt]

[The answer from the purple horned devil man standing on the other side of the room is a big wide gesture that's halfway to a shrug, and a big iunno noise. Helpful! mostly concerned with looking at his blood between his fingers. His face!!!]

[overlimit]

[she narrows her eyes...]

So... what, we're both victims here? Ugh.

[headmt]

[Moving on to just doing that thing where you smack your tongue to get a bad taste out of your mouth. Like blood.]

Not that I don't respect a little hit first, ask later get up and go, I am going to have to plead for my victimhood here, yes.

I've got absolutely no clue where here is. Or what here is? [Touching his nose.] You hit pretty hard. Impressive.

[overlimit]

I figured I was going to have to fight for my life, so. [yeah, that's how much force she put into that punch.]

You look about half dead. Did our abductor do that to you?

[gesturing at his chest.]

[headmt]

No, no, I understand.

[He . . . honestly doesn't seem that mad about it anymore. Blinking, and then looking down at his chest, pulling the shirt off of his stomach and inspecting the wound.]

Certainly don't remember it. Maybe, then?

[overlimit]

Seriously!? Shouldn't you remember something like that?

[Rita looks over herself quickly, touching her hand to her limbs to check. Maybe she grappled with the kidnapper, too? Except...]

... Doesn't look like I have any injuries.

[headmt]

Probably, but there’s actually a lot in my life I’d think I’d remember that I don’t, so, it’s not out of my wheelhouse.

[Molly is sort of checking out the rest of himself too, digging in the pockets of his coat, checking his belt. Hands. Feet. Tail. Horns. All there!]

[overlimit]

[Yeah, speaking of pockets... Rita just got a look at her own and she's none too happy.]

Are you missing stuff, too? 'Cause it sure looks like I've been robbed.

[headmt]

[Huffing in annoyance, because yeah, seems like he's got some empty pockets. And empty scabbards.]

Fuckin' shite. Had about 300 gold in there!

[overlimit]

My research notes... This is gonna set me back.