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Why not spend a Sunday morning with a cup of tea and some scones in front of the television watching opera? Lucille had never before seen The Magic Flute, and today was a good day for that, wasn't it?

Lucille certainly thought all those things were good things to do today.

She poured the tea and made herself comfortable on the couch, hoping that no one would show up and interrupt her.

[Open common room! I cancelled all the stuff I was supposed to do today and have spent the day reading, drinking coffee, eating gingerbread cookies and watching the snow.]

endsthegame

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

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.

[[ open! ]]

seeks_truth

Cassandra did not quite grasp the purpose of their current dwellings, but she was not about to waste time thinking about it. Rather, she was choosing to be practical while they were here, this close to the preserve: she had hunted down a small rabbit in the woods. It had been some time since she last took care of her own food, and there was a sort of joy to the practicality of it, skinning the animal and getting it ready to go on the fire.

But that was something of an hour ago. Now she had a small fire going in the clearing, rabbit meat cut into rough cubes and shoved on some sticks. She was holding two over the fire, inspecting her handiwork every few minutes.

Not too terrible.

[[ open! ]]

seeks_truth

Cassandra had a... duel, of sorts, planned with the pirate. Now that the immediate anger had worn off, it was beginning to sound rather more foolish to her ears.

But she had made another appointment, one that was far less foolish and far more important. Today, she would make good on her promise to help Lucille learn how to defend herself ~~because that would end well~~, and so she arrived at the salle half an hour before the agreed-upon time to put in some minor practice with the sword.

She had also picked up two sets of practice daggers for their training exercise.

But for the moment, pretending the dummy she was massacring was Isabela was a real help.

[[ open! ]]

seeks_truth

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit.

And so it was that a heavily armored butt hit the sofa. She sighed, took off her helmet, and pulled her ponytail free from where it had been wedged against the lower plates.

She set the helmet down on the table. Then she glanced furtively into the hallway, ensuring no one was there before she produced a thin volume from somewhere between the plates. There were hearts on the cover. And swooning.

Shh. She didn't want Gwen to make fun of her again.

[[ open! ]]

seeks_truth

There was some manner of holiday this weekend, apparently, which had led to quiet and two days of no classes. Cassandra actually quite enjoyed her Friday class - provided Cara wasn't feeling vengeful - and to make up for the loss of it, she had spent the morning training rather harshly in the salle. Now her muscles ached in a good way, and her stomach rumbled-- so she took her mud-spattered pauldrons into the common room.

As such, anyone ducking their heads in would find Cassandra alternating between eating bits and pieces off a large plate of eggs and bacon, and scrubbing at the mud and dirt splattered across the metal. She was content, as such.

[[ open! ]]

not_every_mage

Anders was often lazy bordering on irresponsible about practicing magic. He could do what he needed to do when it was necessary, and the rest of the time there were so many more pleasant ways to spend his time.

But when you woke up to a monster duffle bag next to your pillow and had to kick prisoner and cursed suitcases out of the way just to get to the privy, it was time to set some shit on fire. Anders set up the targets in the salle as far from the door as he could get for the sake of privacy, then let loose. The bags wouldn't burn without instantly reappearing, but that didn't stop him from trying.

[OOC: Open salle/post.]

seeks_truth

Frankly, the current chill seemed rather more natural to Cassandra than the strange heat that usually pumped through the dorms. As such, she had had no trouble relocating to the common room after waking; the fire was comforting, and nicely warm.

She stalled her various armor pieces out in front of it. It was time to clean the entire thing; she may as well do so here. And so she did, spending most of her afternoon scrubbing vambraces, chestpieces and such. With the comfort of the fire so nearby, it felt close to something like home.

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cracksmostly

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and certainly wouldn't be able to tell you. It was fine, though, since tending the spiky little plants was a job that appealed to her. It'd worked out well as far as she was concerned.

Having finished with that, she settled down near the edge of the roof, not too far away from the garden. It wasn't the same as being out in the preserve, but still quieter up here than in the dorms.

Somehow, at some point in the last week or so and equally by accident, she had also managed to find the library -- that accounted for the small stack of books beside her. They were all supposed to pertain to elven history, but whether she'd find anything useful in them was entirely up in the air -- so far none of them seemed to be the elven history of her world. She was determined to go through all of them thoroughly, though, and then when she was done she'd turn them in and check out a few more, and so on.

Safe to say that, ever since she'd met that Witch of the Wilds at the party a few weekends back, she was just a little tiny bit obsessed with the idea of finding and restoring an eluvian. It was her duty to preserve and recover what she could of the elves' lost culture, and this? This would definitely count.

[OOC: Open? Definitely open.]

dwarvenswagger

After more exploring of the dorms (and getting lost. Always gettong lost.) Thorin found himself at the salle.

This time gettjng lost turned out for the best! Score one for his lack of navigation skills!

For now, was busy inspecting the practice weapons for quality and the proper balance. Not too bad for men.

[open!]

seeks_truth

It had been days of ceaseless hunting, and yet Cassandra was no closer to fulfilling the request that had been made of her. It was beginning to dawn on her that it was, perhaps, a fruitless quest, and that the chance that Anders had long since made up for the lost moss was considerable.

She did not want to stop hunting. It felt as if she were giving up, and that was impossible.

But when she stumbled out of the woods that morning, branches in her hair and not a spot of teal deer blood on her sword, she was beginning to doubt her own actions. Perhaps her time would be better spent guarding Anders' room, to ensure he would not leave, or patrolling the dorm grounds for the same reasons. Perhaps she should accost Leland again. Perhaps...

Her stomach growled.

...Perhaps, she thought to herself for the first time in over a day, perhaps she should eat.

[[ open! ]]

not_every_mage

Anders had gone to J,GOB's for breakfast and ordered one (1) donut.

The beleaguered young man behind the counter took the order, handed Anders his chocolate frosted -- and followed it with a box of assorted pastries so large it was awkward to handle.

"I didn't order this," Anders said, opening the box to poke at the contents. Not that he was opposed to free food, exactly, but it seemed unsporting to take it without some protest.

"I know," the clerk explained. "But the pizza and Chinese places keep giving away extra food, so my boss says we have to do the same to compete. Tell your friends."

"All ... right?" Anders said, and took the box back to the dorms before the baker could come to his senses. He started a pot of coffee in the common room kitchen, and, by way of a general announcement, shouted into the halls, "THEY GAVE ME FREE DONUTS IF ANYONE WANTS THEM."

That definitely counted as his good deed for the day, so he plopped down in front of the television, not paying much attention to what was on it, and began trying to make his way through as much of the box as he could manage. He didn't want them to go stale.

[OOC: open like a common room with food in it, yep!]

seeks_truth

Cassandra had had a terribly confusing week she had spent largely sequestered in her room. Then she had been on a ship, sailing for fanciful destinations she had never heard of. Neither of these two conditions offered much space for her usual training, bar the few times she had dared to venture out of her room to lash out at practice dummies.

But it was a new week, with no seeming oddness at hand. And so at first light she clad herself in her armor and headed for the salle.

She would be there, practicing her moves with the proper containment. Today, no dummies would perish at her hands.

They would merely be maimed. Somewhat. She was aiming for the head and arms, by and large. Surely they could take it.

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seeks_truth

Cassandra had woken up with strange urges.

Not unfamiliar, but strange in their intensity.

She had lasted what portion of the day she could not spend elsewhere by thinking very hard about doing something else. Not something that involved the urges or anything related to them, mind you. Something far more cathartic and useful. Something she was, now that she had the time, at last capable of doing.

Within minutes of her arrival, the head of one dummy had gone soaring, slamming back against the wall. Cassandra gritted her teeth and lashed out again, this time leaving a long gauge in the dummy's arms. And then again. The third time, she kicked the dummy so hard it fell over, and she shoved her long blade straight into its chest.

She pulled it free with an angry hiss and turned towards the next dummy.

... the school could fund their replacement, surely?

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seeks_truth

A trip to the causeway this morning had not accomplished anything for Cassandra. This had left her irritated. As did the candidness of everyone she had stood as much as near today, even if they were generally not speaking to her.

So she went where she always did if she wanted to feel better: the salle. She had discarded her local clothing in her room and put the armor back on. Then she had picked up her sword at the locker - she was beginning to reconsider letting them take it from her, but at the moment she would continue complying.

In as much as what she was doing to one of these poor dummies right now could be considered complying. Slash-block-kick-slash-arm-breast-head and all with the ferocity of someone who was actually attempting to dismantle the dummy. Yes. She was most definitely calming now.

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seeks_truth

Cassandra had been combing through books on magic and the island itself for days. No solution had presented itself, and it was starting to get on her nerves. So she had decided to pick up her training again so at least she wouldn't be falling behind while she was trapped here.

It was the first time she had realized that her current compliment of clothing - her armor, her linen underclothes and her underwear - were not sufficient if she were to be staying here for longer than a few days. She had left her armor in the room. Out of sheer practicality, upon reaching the gym, she had also stripped off her undershirt. It was not ideal, if simply because it left all but her bust uncovered, but it would have to do.

She strode past the strange machines the use of which she could not divine, and paused only when she reached the dumbbells. Strength training, first. Then she would put her armor back on and go to the salle to practice her swordfighting.

But for now, she would be lifting weights, putting good strain on her muscles. It was the first thing in days that had her feeling she was doing anything productive; it put her in a good mood.

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Entries tagged with cassandra pentaghast

2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

Murdersquees Clearing, Tuesday Afternoon

The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Fourth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

The Salle, Thursday Midday

Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

The Roof, Monday Morning

The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

Out of the Preserve and Onto the Dorm Lawn, Tuesday Morning

3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

The Salle, Monday Morning

The Salle, Friday Afternoon

The Salle, Thursday After Classes

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