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.

Comments

[duranduel]

[very, very quietly:]

I-I guess I can't say no...

[divineimpulse]

Correct.

I am so glad I summoned such a smart servant.

[duranduel]

[mandricardo's constant internal monologue is reaching russian novel lengths here. he's writing war and peace in his brain. half of it is confused screaming]

I'm...uh...thanks, Master...

[divineimpulse]

You're welcome, Rider.

[oh right]

May I call you your other name, now?

[duranduel]

...Oh! Right! Yeah! [AHH] That's right! Uh, I'm...

He clears his throat.]

I'm Mandricardo.

[divineimpulse]

Mandricardo.

[she repeats it, and nods.]

What a lovely name.

[duranduel]

...

[looking into his tea cup wow tea is amazing]

M-Master, a gloomy outcast like me can only handle so many compliments...

[divineimpulse]

[she smiles.]

[duranduel]

[Yeah, he's just going to sip at his tea real quietly and pretend he's not writing Russian Literary Novel....2! in his head]

[divineimpulse]

[they sit in congenial silence, tea sipping.]

[duranduel]

[Honestly, this is like. The ideal? Not being forced to talk? Silence? Enjoying someone's company willingly?]

[...This is nice.]

[He does finish his tea.]

Anyways, uh...Master. Need me to do anything for ya?

[divineimpulse]

[byleth has happily finished her own tea at the same time, and replaces the mug on the table, looking thoughtful—and then nods.]

Can I call you Mandricardo?

[duranduel]

[He blushes a little at that.]

Yeah. Of course you can.

[divineimpulse]

[she nods, pleased. good.]

Then, will you call me Byleth?

[duranduel]

W-what? Isn't that rude? I-I'm your Servant, you know, it's only proper to call you Master...

[divineimpulse]

I'd prefer if we spoke on friendlier terms, Mandricardo.

[duranduel]

...

Servants and Masters aren't really...friendly? As far as I'm aware...? I mean, Masters are supposed to use us to do what needs to be done...

[divineimpulse]

I'm looking to start a new trend.

[she's thumbing through the teas slowly, reading each one's description.]

[duranduel]

[internal voice just like THIS MAKES NO SENSE WHAT IS WIIITH THIS LADYYYYYY]

...I see. [A beat.] I want to, uh, check out the rest of the place, but if you...need me, you can just text me...

...Um, Byleth.

[divineimpulse]

[she beams.]

I'm looking forward to it, Mandricardo.

Feel free to do as you like. We can have tea again later.

[duranduel]

O-okay...

[He kind of gives an awkward nod, turning, before turning back to quickly say:]

It is reassuring to have a Master. Uh. Thanks.

[And he's walking away BEFORE HE CLEARLY EMBARRASSES HIMSELF FURTHER]

[divineimpulse]

You're welcome.

[it's interesting to be one.]