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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Please use this as an open post for members of Summer 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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w0, friday

[duranduel]

a. friday afternoon
[Here's Mandricardo.]

[Here's Mandricardo laying face down on the couch, face buried in a pillow. He also has a pillow over the back of his head that he's holding, like he's trying to smother himself in a pillow prison.]

[Sometimes, he's yelling into the pillow with complete and utter exasperation.]

[You know, usual things!]

b. saturday

[Mandricardo managed to make his way into the Occult Room eventually - if someone enters, he's just gesturing to all of the stuff with some alarm.]

W-why is THIS all here? What the hell-!!

[THIS ISN'T DAIJOUBU]

friday afternoon

[amain]

[ ... Just going to give Mandricardo another pillow, but placing it on his back? ]

[duranduel]

[The screaming dies down.]

[There's a very muffled confused noise?]

[amain]

[ ... Is that a bad noise??

Nier moves the pillow to the back of his legs instead, then. ]

[duranduel]

[Another confused noise?]

[Mandricardo says something, but its muffled. An idiot.]

[amain]

[ ... Okay, moves the pillow onto Mandricardo's back again. ]

Sorry, I wasn't sure which spot was more comfortable.

[duranduel]

[Mandricardo lifts up his head from the pillow, finally.]

Uh. I'm just wondering why you're putting pillows on me in the first place.

a

[momming]

[ Otome is just going to study this sad, sad picture for a moment.

Before she just crouches down by the couch and reaches out to rub his back. Maybe he's feeling ill. ]

There, there. Take deep breaths, all right? You're probably restricting your airflow like this.

[duranduel]

[There's a bit of a surprised noise at the touch, but......oh, that's actually a soothing gesture. The muffled screaming has stopped!]

[And now he's just slowly starting to relax. Yeah, deep breaths are the way to go, huh...]

[momming]

[ Deep breaths are the way to go. And what a good troubled soul he is, actually listening! ]

Feeling a little better?

[duranduel]

...

[Mandricado removes the pillow from on top of his head and turns to her.]

Yeah. A little better.

[momming]

[ And she draws her hand back, studying him. ]

You still look a little strained. Did you want to talk about it?

[ Your screechy pillow session? ]

[duranduel]

[A sigh.]

If I started talking about it, we'd be here for hours...I wouldn't do that to you.

b.

[foreversweaterweather]

[ Mabel enters the room, looking all around at first with a sense of wonder, and then a sense of criticism. She nods sagely. ]

Hmmm, you're right. This room definitely needs a makeover!

[duranduel]

[Just glancing down at Mabel.]

A makeover? Do you really think you could makeover this kind of thing?

[foreversweaterweather]

Of course!! We'd just need some paint, maybe some new colorful curtains, and--ooh! Glitter! Lots and lots of glitter!

[duranduel]

[DOUBT.JPG]

Isn't glitter just going to get everywhere...

[foreversweaterweather]

Yeah, that's the point! If the glitter's everywhere, it'll cover up all the gross spooky-looking parts!

[duranduel]

But it will get over all of us, too.

b.

[supercatty]

[listen. . . she has a princess or two to find, but Mandricardo freaking out over the Occult Room is kind of funny? Catra can't pass up the chance to rib a stranger, so she stands in the doorway of the room with one hand on her hip and her tail twitching at her feet]

What's wrong? You scared?

[duranduel]

N-No!

[kind of a little]

It's just...a dorm is no place for a coffin and skulls and stuff?!

[supercatty]

Says who?

[strolling casually into the room, immediately going for the skeleton and tapping her claws against its humerus]

I don't see that regulation on our little rules board.

[duranduel]

...

[Well, she's right, but...]

I-isn't it like, the principle of the matter? It's like saying you can have a bed in a bathroom...

[supercatty]

Some people don't care that much about principles. Or maybe they just like the décor.

[. . . popping the skull off of the skeleton and tossing it from hand to hand, before she holds it up casually]

Here. Catch.

[AND THEN SHE TOSSES IT AT HIM]

[duranduel]

W-w-wwwah!

[Mandricardo lets out a yelp, terrified as he steps back, but reaches out - the skull bounces on his hands as he struggles with deciding whether to just let it drop or keep it. He eventually keeps it, but he looks MORTIFIED.]

Don't DO that! What the hell!!