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]

🍪 cafeteria

[recluserose]

[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?

📚 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.

[isdf]

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

Do you need a hand?

[inexorableiron]

['Nonsense' well now he just looks excited]

Which ones are those? I found a goblin one here once but it didn't say shit!

[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?

[recluserose]

Well...

[The elf-man looks a little rough around the edges, but she can't really be bothered by that when he shows interest in books.]

I can't say I'd be able to recognize "goblin" language when I see it, but I did make a pile of the books I wasn't able to decipher on one of the tables.

...

...

I should probably clean it up before some ghost gets angry about it.

[she has a spook friend that lives at her local library, she would know]

[inexorableiron]

There's no rules about that, are there? The ghosts'll probably be pissed if we steal their fuckin' job.

[he is looking for that stack with some eagerness]

It's easy to know goblin when ya see it, they use this weird special mark...

[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??

[recluserose]

Well, I'm new here, so I'm still learning the ropes. Ghosts, I'm not unfamiliar with, but this whole school and its setup is throwing me off balance.

[There's so much to figure out and no magic of her own to deal with it. But it seems like it'll be ok to just focus on small things for now, so Amelia points him to the stack at a nearby table.]

We can look through those and you tell me which one has the goblin language.

[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.

[recluserose]

Well, that's inconvenient.

[And based on his uniform, which is of a different color, his class would have a different messenger from the one she found in the purple journal.]

I think it can't be helped if we're all affected by whatever spirits reigning over our pre-determined groups.

[And so... She'll reach up to pat his head and ruffle his hair with the most pokerfaced expression.]

But I accept your apology, young man.

[isdf]

[She's not a face he's seen around, so she must be new, which pleases him all the more that she absorbs the information so readily.

Then she puts her hand on his head, and he's utterly gobsmacked by the what she does next. Furrowing his brow in confusion, he reaches up to where she touched him.]

Was there something in my hair just now?

[inexorableiron]

Yeah, it seriously sucks. New though, huh? They warn you yet that that fuckin' name warning is legit? Something gets your name, it can command you to do anything. There's even a dude who's got real details on that shit.

[Books!!!!! He is just going to pick up the first one, crack it open right in the middle, and see what he sees. Then close the book and start a new Confirmed Goblin-Free pile]

If there's one here, I'll totally find it.

[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]

[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]

Yes, I saw the warning. It's hard to miss even if I didn't have my glasses.

[She'll take another book, look at it, pass it to him to confirm.]

Is it safe to assume you've been here a while, or at least long enough to find out what happens when given a true name? But otherwise, it's possible to "graduate."

[She saw that school lobby and its portraits; spooky and ominous, that's for sure.]