First Day of School... Again

[recluserose]

Who: Amelia and Others
When: September 23rd, daylight hours
Where: All around the school
What: Exploring, getting acquainted, and getting spooked
Warnings: None for now, will be added.

[There's a new Yakuyoke student who has gotten past waking up in a classroom and reading the warning on the blackboard.

Duly noted. This probably couldn't be the worst first day of school she's ever had...]

((OOC: See prompts below! They'll be real brief or you can wildcard with Amelia NP.))

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🐈‍⬛

[recluserose]

[A redheaded lady is lady facedown in the hallway and the Nekomata have happened upon her and are currently rubbing their heads against her and purring.

When approached, she'll gruffly say:]

Don't ask.

[she tripped from being chased by the scarier ghosts]

[isdf]

[Okay. He won't, so he chuckles instead as he watches from the side.]

Do you need a hand?

[recluserose]

[There's a grunt and she turns her head to look up at the very, very, tall young man.]

If you don't mind.

[She'll at least push herself up first before accepting the help, making some of the nekomata scatter, but a couple lingering around, some rubbing up against not just her, but her new helper as well.]

Are these particular ghosts always this affectionate?

[isdf]

[While he generally steers clear of the nekomata, it can't be helped when he's helping someone up. He offers her a hand, ignoring the cats for now, and his feelings in the moment are of curious calm.]

Yes. Furthermore, touching them compels you to seek contact with someone else.

[It gives him dreadful anxiety. Thankfully, they don't have to worry about that.]

[recluserose]

You don't say-

[She accepts his hand and it gives her a start; his emotions are calm, but the sensation is still alarming enough for her to immediately pull away once she's on her feet.]

Is that also supposed to happen??

[isdf]

[She all but rips herself away from him, and the immediacy of the action puzzles him before realization dawns.]

Did you feel that?

[His hand lowers to his side.]

My apologies. It does not always happen, but the students of my class are capable of transmitting emotions through touch.

🍪 cafeteria

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[Amelia is pretty charmed by the Soot Sprites in the kitchen. She's attempted conversation beyond food with them, but no luck... You can listen in on this question though:]

Do you have any boxed mac n' cheese?

[ratiocinations]

[One could argue that Holmes has no right to be in the kitchen, but perhaps he is hoping against hope that decent tea or coffee will manifest itself in here someday. As it stands, all he sees is a new face.

Hm. Purple. Yakuyoke, then?

... ]

Boxed?

[recluserose]

[She looks up to see Holmes and stands up, causing some of the sprites to scatter and go back to their business.]

Yes. Boxed.

It's good in a pinch.

[teacher stash and all that]

[ratiocinations]

[The little sprites go back to the mid cooking, and he just raises a brow.]

We've only recently gained this kitchen, and with ingredients far better than what was available than before — you can do better than "boxed" now, you know.

[He cannot even imagine what "boxed" casserole ingredients must taste like good lord]

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[He speaks with a very refined British accent and though he isn't necessarily being insistent, there is a point being made. The redheaded woman tilts her head to consider his words and shrugs.]

It's really quick to make and easy to add things to make it tastier.

[ratiocinations]

[This sure is a British man.]

No doubt that is the case. However, you are a new arrival, are you not? Are you already expecting your meals to skew on the side of "quick and easy"?

[Everyone here is so tired of quick and easy meals. Please. The real food is a nice change of pace.]

[cupidsammo]

[ Nevermind the question; Koharu is simply staring dumbly at this unfamiliar woman in an all too familiar purple. ]

... Huh?

[recluserose]

[Oh, it looks like she's finally meeting a Yakuyoke classmate. Amelia looks at the girl. Tilts her head inquisitively at her wings.]

... Would mac n'cheese provide any nutritional value for you and your wings?

[yeah this is her]

Ah, well no matter. Your uniform; Yakuyoke, yes?

[cupidsammo]

[ and Koharu just. blinks. wait, what do her wings have anything to do with this. ]

Um‐yes... Yes, that's right. Did you just arrive?

[recluserose]

[scholarly curiosity what of it]

I did. I've been taking my time to explore the school, keeping the important messages on the bulletin board in mind.

[She sounds very matter-of-fact, not entirely untroubled, but still calm about the whole situation.]

The layout of this building is unfamiliar to me so understanding where things are is my first priority. Well, other then seeing who else is here.

📚 library

[recluserose]

[She's not leaving the library without checking books out. What is she, a caveman?

That said, the stack she has is quite sizable, but now there's a different problem...]

Do you happen to have a pen or pencil? I need to sign the cards. And I feel as if something bad will happen if I don't do so.

[inexorableiron]

[Asking the giant buff shirtless elf ... is not actually a bad choice, but]

Sorry, lady dude, they took all my fuckin' quills when I got here. I've been borrowin' from everybody else since...

Can you even read all those?

[recluserose]

[It's not the elf ears that make her blink, it's the lack of shirt. But when you wake up in a haunted school, that's probably the least of one's problems so she'll let it go (for now).]

Of course I can. If I am to remain here for whatever duration of time, I might as well read.

[inexorableiron]

Not arguin' that, lady dude! Just that some of these fuckin' books are damn near indecipherable.

[recluserose]

Yes, some of them are. However, I've been able to filter out the ones that are completely normal from the ones written in nonsense.

If anything, I'm most interested in books from other worlds. I could probably spend most of my time here looking for those, at least until we need to be back in our dorms.

[poetaste]

[Does she have a pen?

Does she have a pen? Please.

Cadence has been using a scrap of rolled cloth as a makeshift pen case. Though there's nothing as nice as the fountain pen she's used to using in there, Amelia can have her choice of writing utensils from ballpoint to brush.]

Take your pick. I've only got black ink, though. Anything worth writing is worth writing boldly and permanently. [And also the ghosts seem to like writing in red. It's blood.]

[recluserose]

Ah. Thanks.

[Amelia can safely assumed, based on the purple uniform, she's met another Yakuyoke, yay. She looks at her choices of writing instruments and while her eye is drawn to the brush pen, she chooses the ballpoint.]

I can't say I'm choosy about the ink color, but I don't know if the ghosts are.

[poetaste]

That's the fun part. [Her voice is cuttingly sarcastic.] You don't know until you find out.

[In short: The ghosts are little punks, and by this point, she's sort of reached the end of her patience with them.]

You have to be Yakuyoke, right? There haven't been that many of us lately. [She's already confirmed her suspicions about Brisa, which feels like a terribly bitter pill to swallow.]

[recluserose]

Seems like it.

[Amelia nods as she clicks the pen and starts filling in her cards on the table.]

I saw that the other student "graduated."

[There's a pause.]

Let's hope all of the graduates are fine.