Around the dorms, Wednesday

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Riiiight, so. Seeing everyone else's campaign posters up and around the school had reminded Toby that he should probably do the same.


Never mind that he probably totally could've gotten away with just... not running. People probably wouldn't have noticed, right? Except after he'd gone and done the debate thing, he'd actually filled out the ballot and submitted it. So this was happening.

Which brought him back to what to put on the posters. Unlike some people, he couldn't claim any sort of experience with this sort of thing. Or... anything vaguely resembling politics or even community involvement. A tagline along the lines of "he knows what you want" occurred to him, but he dismissed that on account of it being kind of creepy.


( i wish i had the photoshop skillz to make an actual poster )

There. |It even had a pun in it! How could he go wrong with a pun?

The stables- Wednesday after classes

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After class, Susan went for a walk around the dorms. She was feeling more put off by her strange visitors than she would like. She often found herself looking for them, or listening for the sound of skeletal feet against the floor. She realized this was ridiculous. She could not possibly be looking for a raven and the Death of Rats. That would be silly.

These thoughts weren't improved when she found herself back at the stables, same as last night. Worse, she stopped there. She didn't know what exactly she was stopping for-

Something blew in her ear.

The white horse stood in the middle of the yard like a bad special effect. He was too bright. He glowed. He seemed like the only real thing in a world of pale shapes. He neighed softly and nuzzled Susan's hand.

You're Binky, she thought. I know you. I've ridden on you. You're... mine. I think. I remember the stable. So big you couldn't see the walls. And I was given a ride on you once. Someone held me so I wouldn't fall off. But you couldn't fall off this horse. Not if he didn't want you to.

He wore no saddle, but that didn't stop Susan from hauling herself up onto his back and taking him for a ride. He seemed to know exactly what to do, and then he found something to jump-

Susan didn't realize that once he did that, he didn't exactly touch ground again.


[Adapted from Soul Music. MEET BINKY. He'll be staying in the stables till tomorrow night. Post is totally open if you want to wtf at the floating horse and marvel at his awesomeness.]

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had gotten a call from her mother today. Just a basic, checking up on the daughter kind of call. Though she'd been here for a few weeks now, it was the first of its kind. Not because her parents didn't care about her, but because they knew she could handle being far away from home. They thought she was a smart, capable girl, after all.

Still, her mother had expressed the same concern Natalie had heard many times over the years, and that was the one about whether she was making friends and not just shutting herself in her room with her books and her comics and letting the social world pass her by.

She'd answered yes and no, in that order.

So, now she was curled up on one of the couches in the common room, with a mug of fresh coffee and a business studies textbook she'd checked out from the library a few days ago. What? She didn't like lying to her parents, but she also wasn't exactly about to throw a party for the whole floor or anything.

[ooc: Open common room, yup.]