Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[seeks_truth]

Yesterday, Cassandra had made the terrible mistake of traveling across the causeway to explore the strange world that laid beyond it.

Today, she was paying the price.

She sat down on the floor in the common room, chunks of her armor in hand. She had some sticks and rags and other equipment, and there was determination and frustration visible in her brow. This, indeed, would be a daunting task; her first attempts at it made that clear. She sighed, picked up a small stick, and plunged it into one of the hinges of her armor. She wiggled it, nudged it, and finally produced-- a small sliver of rainbow-colored dirt and plant matter.

"Ugh."

She stared down at the many-colored grains all over her armor. This was going to take a while.

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Outside the dorms, Friday morning

[kenselvren]

Jalian had finished her morning exercises, taken a shower, and headed outside to enjoy the air and clean her knives. It was a perfectly normal day.

And then she was showered in rainbow dust.

After exclaiming and sputtering over it all, she tried vainly to get it out of her hair and clothing.

Damn it, whoever that was!