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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Comments

[divineimpulse]

In that case, you're doing very well.

[she nods encouragingly, taking a sip from her own mug of tea.]

Tell me if you'd like sugar.

[duranduel]

I guess I would win the award for gloomiest person ever, huh?

[A shrug.]

Oh, no thanks. I like tea without. [And a sip.] It's good, though.

[divineimpulse]

I wouldn't say that. [she wouldn't. she did a mental database check against other gloomys, and mandy still loses out.

she watches him sippy, and once he's done, holds out a hand.]

I'm Byleth. We can be brand new together.

[duranduel]

...Byleth, huh?

[Looking down at his tea, again...well, it hasn't been bad talking with her so far.]

Nice to meet ya...I'm, uh. Rider. Have a True Name and all, but Servants can't give that out, and stuff...

[divineimpulse]

It's nice to meet you as well, Rider.

[tea sippy. true name, huh.]

A servant of whom?

[duranduel]

Uh, Servants have a Master, and...maybe its this Sally person? I mean, whoever they are, they seem to be the leader of this dorm...

[divineimpulse]

[...?]

You don't know who your master is?

[duranduel]

No, I don't. That's...really frustrating! A Servant should know, right? And here I am, just...going around like a chicken with its head cut off.

[divineimpulse]

[...]

That must be very stressful for you.

Would you normally know immediately?

[duranduel]

Not really? I mean...you have to find your Master, and then ask...

[He deepens his voice, making it serious.]

"Are you my Master?" [And back to normal.] And if they say then...yes. That's your Master.

[divineimpulse]

[byleth frowns.]

Couldn't anyone say yes, then?

[duranduel]

...

[HE HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT AND THE REALIZATION IS HITTING HIM LIKE A TRUCK]

I-I-I'm sure there must be more than that...

[divineimpulse]

What if I said yes right now?

[duranduel]

[......]

[you know what a blue screen looks like?]

[its the look on mandricardo's face right now]

[divineimpulse]

"Rider, it is I, your Master."

Like that?

[haha]

[duranduel]

I-I-I...

[ahhhHHHH]

I-I don't even know if you're a mage or not!

[divineimpulse]

I can use some magic, if that's what you're asking.

[she sips some tea]

[duranduel]

[Mandricardo is at a loss to do.]

U-using me would eat up a lot of mana...

[divineimpulse]

That's fine.

[duranduel]

[Mandricardo sputters.]

I'm a third-rate useless Servant who doesn't even have his horse even though I'm Rider class! I'm a villain, and just the worst! You're gonna get rocks thrown at you, 'kay! You shouldn't throw in your lot so willy-nilly with a plain guy like me!

[divineimpulse]

[she tilts her head.]

Is that how you speak to your Master?

[it's hard to tell if she's joking.]

[duranduel]

[He makes a little strangled noise.]

I-I...I'Im talking 'bout myself, though...

[divineimpulse]

I don't want to hear about my first-class servant being badmouthed by anyone, though.

[including himself.]

[duranduel]

[SORRY BYLETH HE'S JUST GOING TO SIT HERE WITH HIS CHEEKS AS RED AS A BEET, HERE]

[in a cartoon world, smoke would be coming out of his ears]

[he legit doesn't know how to react]

[divineimpulse]

[she sips her tea.]