SUMMER COMMON ROOM - WEEK 0

[dormheads]

common room.

The common room is as bright and open as the rest of the dorm. Beanbag chairs and even more hammocks are situated around for any of your resting needs, because who needs couches? There are a few blankets on the couch just for comfort, but the temperature is never cold enough to need them because of chill. There's also an absurd amount of pillows.

The walls are decorated with paintings that are either modern art pieces or done by kindergarteners. There are also photographs tacked onto the walls as well, of seemingly random things like a vase of flowers, a mailbox, a bird on a tree branch. The photos are less about grand views and feels more like someone testing out a camera.

On a table is a welcome basket.

specialty room.

In the common room, there's a door that leads to what can only be described as an Occult Room for some strange reason. Unlike the rest of the dorm, this room is dimly lit and is crowded with items—a skeleton that may or may not be real, taxidermy animals, really creepy looking dolls, an actual coffin, etc. On a table to the side is a Ouija board, a few tarot decks, and crystal ball.

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[souheki]

[LISTEN,



The answer is no so he’s just not going to answer directly. Instead—]

His injuries are worse than mine. He is ill.

[momming]

Mm. Then, why don't I go look for him?

[ Since she's capable of it. ]

[souheki]

[Well, he's stubborn, but not stubborn enough to argue against a doctor who can find and help Wei Wuxian better than he can. He shifts a little, like he wants to go and look with her anyway, but he stays put.]

...His name is Wei Wuxian.

[momming]

I understand. Can you tell me what he looks like?

[ Be as gay as possible about it. ]

[souheki]

[tragically he will not, wwx is the one who waxes poetic about sprinkling rose petals on lwj's bathwater]

He has gray eyes. His robes are black. He is feverish. There is a fresh brand on his chest, here. [Indicating the spot on his own chest.]

[momming]

[ Damn. ]

... Well, I don't think I'll miss him if he's here. If you think you'll be all right now, I'll get looking right away.

[souheki]

Thank you.

[His ears are like. The tiniest bit red. Just a teeny bit.]