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Second floor common room, Friday afternoon

This place was so different, Sairis was still having issues adapting. But he'd started work this week, which meant he had a little more to do, and someplace to sell his charms and potions. He also had somewhere to work on them and spirit walk safely, which had gone a long way to helping.

That said, this place was also cold, and Sairis had no desire to trek to the shop for things that weren't dangerous and messy. So instead he was spread out at the table in the common room, tying and wrapping and weaving.

Hope nobody minded the small bones and grasses and things on the table.

[Open common room!]

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Second floor common room, Saturday morning

When Sairis arrived in the common room, the television was on. There were pictures on it that seemed drawn rather than live people, and they were...definitely odd. Somehow captivating, though.

He made tea absent-mindedly and opted for some of the "cereal" (which still didn't look like it was made from any grain he knew). There was a picture on the box of milk being poured over it, so he tried that. It was sweet, but like the television, oddly good.

So he'd just be eating sugary cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons ~~I don't care if they're not a thing anymore~~.

[Open post!]

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Dorm Lawn, Wednesday Afternoon

Mutt loved the snow.

Any second Henry was outside, the bloody dog would roughhouse right through it, leaping into piles and running in wild and happy circles all over.

"Ah, look at him, Pebbles," he said, as he patted the horse on her snout. "Someone's having a good time of it." A pause. "Not quite like you and me, I reckon. I don't know about you but I'm freezing."

Aye, the pourpoint with the modern coat did work wonders, but still. "Suppose we should finish our walk quickly, then? I do know you need to stretch your legs and everything, but there's a limit with this weather, aye?"

The horse whinnied.

"Right, right," he said, as he resumed walking again. "Message received."

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Second floor common room, Sunday morning

Even if he didn't have chores now, Sairis couldn't help but get up early. With no pigeons or garden to tend to, he went straight for breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and fried bread were comforting and familiar.

Since he was using what was apparently everybody's food, it only seemed right to make enough for anyone else who might come later, too.

Then he was sitting down with breakfast and tea and reading a book he'd gotten from the library. He only understood about half of it, but he thought he was at least getting an idea of how things worked.

[Open common room!]

Current Music: Gogol Bordello- Through the Roof n Underground

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2nd Floor Common Room Saturday Afternoon

It was really, very, incredibly cold outside. Which was unfortunate for a number of reasons, one of them being that Caleb was feeling poorly, emotionally speaking and his usual remedy of going for a broody walk was, well not out of the question but seemed like it would be counter productive.

So instead, he was listening to the radio, as he attempted to make pizza. Well a few pizzas as the pre-made crusts only came in so many sizes.

The current music selection was actually doing a fairly good job at alleviating some of his angst.

Current Music: Danse Macabre

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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Caleb had felt like he'd been dropped in at the deep end when it came to movies so he'd made a trip to the library to do a bit of reading and list-making, and now he was armed with a supply of micro-waved vittles ~~mun just wanted to use that word~~ (enough to share of course) and the instruction manual for the DVD player so he could try to ease himself the modern movie scene a bit.

So far he had ~~Dracula~~ Alucard starring Bela Lugosi from 1931, ~~Metropolis~~ Proletariat Robot Rebellion from 1927, ~~Duck Soup~~ a Marx Brothers movie, and the Rankin and Bass animated adaptation of The Halfling from 1977.

He'd considered Snow White, but decided that Disney deserved to be a project in and of itself.

He'd welcome company.

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Second floor common room, Friday evening

Having received a thorough grounding in how to use the internet from Arden, Sairis had been making use of it ever since. It was frustrating that he couldn't be sure how much was true, but he'd learned to research and cross-reference texts, and that seemed to help.

He'd learned a lot about electricity! And how stoves worked. He had his priorities.

So here he was, having found some eggs and meat and carrots in the icebox, and cooking them in a pan on the stove. There was a spice rack, and most of them made no sense, so he'd tasted them. Which was why he was using salt and pepper (those he knew) and something called "chili powder" to season it all.

[Open common room is open!]

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Second floor common room, Friday evening

Sairis had successfully completed the first week of classes here. Even if today's had been much less fun than the others. Fighting, seriously? Him?

Anyway, it was over. And he was back to the room here. After watching Liliana, he thought he could manage the kettle, even if he wasn't sure exactly how it worked. And he found tea and a mug and some honey and milk.

So now he was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch with a cup of tea, frowning and poking at his new phone, trying to figure out what some of these things were.

[Open common room!]

Current Mood: confused

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning (Jan 4)

Sleeping in for Caleb generally meant an hour or two after sunrise, and his internal clock tended to wake him even if he didn't have an alarm or a rooster.

The night before, he'd glanced into the common room on his way to his dorm room, just long enough to see a couch, comfy chairs, and a kitchen. So once he was fully awake he came in to see about breakfast.

And found himself utterly baffled as to how most of this worked. That looked like a stove but he couldn't see how to light it. He at least recognized the icebox from pictures. Enough so that he knew to look there for milk.

Thank goodness there was cereal.

"Right. The future. Gonna have to figure some stuff out. I wonder if there's a manual for the new fangled fake lookin' stove."

[Open like an open post that is open.]

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Room 223, late Saturday

Sairis still wasn't entirely sure what was going on here or how (or if) he'd ever get back home, but after a stressful day of getting ready for a trip to the capital, raising a horse, a night of riding through a storm, and a day of whatever this was, he was more than ready to get to the room he'd been given and fall asleep.

He found the room and unlocked the door. Hm; he might have to do some wards there. Tomorrow. He walked in and blinked; it was easily larger than his master's room back home, though the two beds said he'd be sharing the space. Which might be awkward, when he was awake enough to think about it.

For now, he went to the bed in the left corner and dropped his bag on it, then dropped himself on it.

[Open post for the roomie or anyone dropping in!]

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Around the Dorms, Monday

So Henry had sort of accidentally talked his Dealing With Other People's Trauma teacher into doing a collective meal this week, and he felt obligated to at least... try to let other people know it was happening?

It took him some time that morning to find the right implements. (He had also managed a paper cut. Who knew you could cut yourself on something that soft and thin? It wasn't like it was metal!)

And now he was going about the dorms putting up the carefully handwritten posters. He knew most people in here, so he figured it would be all right.

IF YUO WAMT FOD THER WILL BEE SOM AT DEELNG WIT OTTER PEELPS TARUMA CLAS TUSDAY, said the posters.

Right, he thought to himself, eyeing his handiwork half an hour later. Perhaps he should ask Supper Club as well? ... Where did Supper Club live when it wasn't Supper Club?

"I should've thought this one through," he said mournfully, scratching the back of his head. (He did not pay attention to the chickens. They didn't register as anything weird.)

[[ open! feel free to catch him around the dorms or in the lobby ]]

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2nd floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

Everything was playing Carol of the Bells.

Everything was playing Carol of the Bells.

Billie had a lot of speakers. She had a lot of sound equipment generally. Much of it had at least some sort of output. Thankfully, most of it was not hooked up at any given moment, but the outputs . . . didn't seem to care about that. Any speaker that was plugged in to any sort of power source was playing Carol of the Bells.

This could have -- probably should have -- pissed her off. It at least worried her. She unplugged most of her speakers, took the batteries out of the portable ones, and even turned off her phone to make sure she didn't have too many competing Bells driving Riri nuts. Then she took a large sampling of them out into the common room, where she laid them out systematically and started plugging them back in one by one.

Hmmm. No, the bass amp and the headphones didn't work well together. But the bass amp and the phone sounded fantastic. Especially when she managed to work out the timing so that they synchronized rhythmically. She added the headphones back in, volume low, then added a couple more speakers. Slowed the techno version a touch and cranked up the volume on the jazz coming from the subwoofer. A few more adjustments, shifting the layout of the speakers so that nothing fed back too much into itself, and. . . .

All the speakers were now playing Carol of the Bells well.

You're welcome, dorm residents. Now, come rock out with your friendly neighborhood audophile.

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2nd floor common room, Monday morning

Billie had a class today, and she'd probably make it there! But at the party last week, too many people hadn't known who Mozart was and she simply could not let that continue to be true.

So she'd pulled some of her massive stereo system out into the common room as was currently blasting Eine Kleine Nachtmusik while pretending to conduct.

You know, just normal college student stuff.

She'd at least been wise enough to purchase a veritable mountain of ~~moddable~~ baked goods, in return for probably waking at least one poor person up when shit inevitably got loud.

[omg, I remembered we have a dorms comm. Open!]

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2nd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

Having a roommate was fine and all well and good; it wasn't as if Henry had been used to more, prior to being elevated into Sir Radzig's service a bare few days before coming here. But he hadn't anticipated the difficulty of his nightmares - now when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could no longer spook through the hallways. He had to lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and avoid waking Erasmus up.

At first light he finally escaped the room, and, after an hour or so of restlessly moving up and downstairs, he settled back into the common room. Two large bags had appeared as if out of nowhere, containing those odd round circle-shaped buns. He picked one out that had a great deal of meat on it, and settled into a seat.

Tiredness was beginning to set in now. It made him heavy.

Still, Henry sat there, and ate, and stared at that big black box that made all the noise if you touched the wrong thing. Perhaps he'd wake up at some point, after all.

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Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Erasmus had ordered Chinese takeout for dinner, but the delivery guy had brought...way too much. Like, way too much. So he'd decided to eat in the common room, where maybe he could foist some off on someone else, and there was always the refrigerator for leftovers.

While he shoved fried rice and mushroom chicken into his mouth, he'd started flipping idly through the channels on the TV, and wow, this dimension's TV programming was weird. Where were all the nonhumans? Where was that popular crime drama about a warlock detective and his vampire partner, who the whole internet agreed should make out and Erasmus totally hadn't written half a fanfic about, really, he swore? Where was--wait. He flipped back a channel.

"Oh, thank Gaia, Interspecies Habitat." A popular home design show about refitting homes to suit the needs of romantic partners from two very different species? He'd take it. This week's pair were a siren and a yeti, so it ought to be interesting.

(Open common room is open!)

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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

Well, Riri was still waiting on stuff from MIT. And hoping it wasn't getting shipped back to her mom's place in Chicago, but not wanting to actually check after everything. So, instead of that, she threw herself into the weirdness of this place.

Or just documenting it to confirm or deny things.

This was accomplished after she found a whiteboard stashed away in one of the storage closets. She'd dragged it into one of the common rooms to start writing on, but had banged her finger on a doorway along with way. This was the reason there was a very confused 'TASTES LIKE WHITE CASTLE?' on there next to 'JOURNALIST SQUIRRELS' after sucking on her mashed finger.

Precious newbie. And it hadn't even moved past whimsy yet!

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The Stables, Sunday Morning

"So what d'you think, Pebbles?"

It had been a bit of a relief to find the stables two days ago. For a moment, Henry had feared that he might have to stall his horse in the dorm hallway, or some other untenable position, and that he would have to defend her from passing onlookers. Yes, she was an unsightly horse in any number of ways, but she'd been good to him the few days he'd had her. He was growing to be quite fond already.

And not just because she was the first horse he'd ever owned. (Did he own her? Or had Sir Radzig meant to loan her to him, and had he now accidentally stolen her? A troubling thought for another day.)

This was the second morning he'd gotten up early to go see her. He'd fed her, and now he was clumsily going over her with a brush, attempting to work away some of the muck she'd picked up on their ride to Ledetchko. "You know they have water that comes out of metal rods in the walls?" he said. "Ah, I suppose that's hardly important to you. Let alone the fancy privy. Must be easy, actually, being a horse. You just do your business as you go along."

He patted her on the neck. Should he use the brush on her mane, or did he need a comb? She tossed her head. Right, then.

"At least now we know we're not dead," he continued. "If we were, God or the Devil would have quite the odd sense of humor, moving us back and forth between this mad place and the bloody Rattay bathhouse, no? I don't think there'd be bathhouses and wine and bathmaids in Hell. Perhaps there should be in Heaven, though."

He swiped clumsily at her mane with the brush. "What would you want for an eternal paradise?" he said. "Just fresh grass and sunny skies? Or do horses dream of, I don't know, apples raining down from the sky and caretakers shaped like carrots so you can take a bite out of 'em any time they draw your ire?"

Pebbles let out a loud neigh.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Henry said, patting her flank again. "Suppose I should watch my own arse then."

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Second Floor Common Room; Early Friday Evening [08/22].

There were still peaches in the common room that morning, and fresh ones, too, if Luma's sense of smell was anything to go by (and it usually was a very reliable source). Which meant that she, hair still damp around her shoulders after the shower she took after returning back from some tkme in the woods to get the linger smell of the fish market from class out of her nostrils, and dressed in her faded, yellowing lace nightgown better suited for a girl rather than a young woman in her twenties, was absolutely giddy to discover them.

"Heavenly," she gushed to herself as she plucked the largest one out of the basket on the table, holding it to her nose and breathing in deeply as she sunk down onto one of the sofas. She reveled in it for a few more moments before taking a big bite, the soft and fuzzy flesh tearing away into her mouth all the easier with those sharp teeth of hers, juicing running down her chin that she only bothered to wipe away once it threatened to drip.

And even with the temptation to just devour it right up, she took her time with a happy sigh, before turning her attention to her book.

And likely getting sticky peach juice on the pages.

Sorry, library! Of course it was a borrowed one, too.

[[ sometimes, a scene just gets stuck in your head, you know? Open common room is open! ]]

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Dorm Laundry Room, Sunday Afternoon

Lydia didn't usually like to do her laundry on Sunday--it was meant to be a day of rest, after all, and even though the machine did all of the work for you now, it was the spirit of the thing, you know? But the dress she'd worn yesterday now smelled strongly of smoke from the bonfire, so she'd been left with no choice and here she was, sorting things and squinting at labels, and thinking about all the things she could be doing with her Sunday instead.

"What do all of the symbols even mean?" she wondered aloud. "Witchcraft is easier to puzzle out."

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2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

Apparently it was the end of the first summer semester. Henry hadn't the faintest what any of that meant, nor had he yet to discover the courage to stray very far from the dorms.

But the dorms themselves? He certainly had those handled.

Especially the common room. Four times a day, like clockwork, he'd do exactly what he was doing this Friday afternoon: step out of his room, wander into the common room, open up that cold cabinet, and-- "Ah, cake!"

A very large apple pie, to be precise, which he set down on the common room table. Being unaware he was speaking English, he was unaware of the cake vs pie discussion, but he sure was going to shove a piece of it into his mouth as quickly as possible.

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