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

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart gives him a faintly curious look.]

That doesn't sound like a Demon World name. What are you supposed to be, then?

[headmt]

[He was all easy-going and relaxed a hot second ago but his expression goes a little tight at demon world.]

Oh for fuck's sake. Likely because I'm not a-- [No, nope, cutting himself off.] My father was a minotaur, and my mother was a drow.

[ercnerd]

Oh, you're one of those? Sorry, Your Highness. You just happen to resemble some demons I know.

[headmt]

You know what they say about assumptions and all . . .

[ercnerd]

The resemblance is uncanny. But it's good that you aren't a demon, or I'd have to cut you in half.

[He says that very jovially.]

[headmt]

[He straight up laughs, reaching up to fix the collar of his coat, popping it up and readjusting in his seat.]

Get in line, ya' fecking tool.

[ercnerd]

[What's a tool.]

Is that a confession?

[headmt]

No. I'm joking with you, gobshite. I'm not a demon, or a devil, or any kind of Fiend for that matter.

[Putting a hand over his heart.]

Swear on my mother's grave.

[ercnerd]

Relax, Your Highness. That was also a joke.

[He leans back into the couch.]

I don't know who your mother is, but I'll take your word for it.

[headmt]

Right, right, sure.

[Okay, also relaxing a little - scratching at the side of his neck over the peacock feather tattoo there.]

Little tense, sorry. It's been wonderful meeting everyone and being immediately accused of being a monster every time and all, but it does wear down the nerves.

[ercnerd]

[Cute tattoo.]

You've had a rough go of it. So? Have you sorted it out with everyone?