kai-un dorm

[parttimesoldier]

Who: kai-un + visitors
When: post-arrival
Where: kai-un dorms
What: surely having a good time after all of THAT
Warnings: tba???

[So that was fun! Surely they have earned some time to rest. Surely.]

Comments

[eonsadrift]

No? Then what would you frame it as?

[ratiocinations]

Oh, less competition, more commiseration. I would not call those who found the keys in that last debacle "winners" for a myriad of reasons.

So, then. "Fellow prisoners", if we must be realistic about it.

[eonsadrift]

[ He still looks skeptical, but... ]

...I suppose I can agree with that. If we're all stuck here together, it's a good idea to know what everyone is capable of.

So what's your deal? Any useful skills?

[ratiocinations]

[He is nosy af]

My "deal" is that I rather hate being left in the dark about anything. I've no supernatural abilities or magic, if that is your meaning — often, I rely on my mind to solve problems. It has aided me well in the past.

[eonsadrift]

So you're just a busybody, huh... well, I suppose having someone with sense around isn't the worst.

[ratiocinations]

Ha. Yes, I am. [Sometimes it's even his job.] And you'll have to bear this person of sense occasionally asking you a question or two.

[eonsadrift]

Sure, whatever. As long as you're willing to share what you learn through all your snooping around, too.

[ratiocinations]

Of course. Why would I keep it all to myself when we all could use the information to find a way out of here faster?

...May I sit?

[eonsadrift]

Who knows. Some people are selfish like that.

[ He gestures to one of their chairs. ]

Sure, old man. Don't wear yourself out.

1/3

[ratiocinations]

[HELLO?? EVERYONE HERE IS SO RUDE?]

[ratiocinations]

Actually, I'll stand.

[ratiocinations]

What should I call you, Mister...?

[eonsadrift]

[ He covers his mouth with his hand but it's soooo obvious he's snickering. ]

Raiden works for now. And you are?

[ratiocinations]

[LAUGH IT UP]

You may call me Mr Adair. Now then, Mr Raiden, would you be willing to share your homeroom's journal with me?

[eonsadrift]

Knock yourself out.

[ He grabs the journal from the nearby desk and offers it. ]

There isn't much written in here, though. Seems pretty useless to me.

[ratiocinations]

[He takes it, looking it over. The inscription, the short entries, the blank pages, all of it.]

Only two entries, just like the rest of the journals each homeroom has been given. However, I think it's quite informative.

[eonsadrift]

Do you, now..? I’ve looked through it a few times and don’t see what the point of it is, though I suppose I haven’t seen much of the other journals.

[ratiocinations]

Yes. [Seemingly contented with the result, he glances back up at him.] I believe they inform what we are fated to experience going forth. Each homeroom is associated with a blessing, but either through the nature of this school or something else entirely, they have been warped.

[eonsadrift]

Ah...

[ The pieces do click together, though he doesn't seem happy about it as he realizes exactly what his dorm's must mean. ]

And this homeroom is something to do with fortune, yes?

[ratiocinations]

Yes. Which makes it easy to guess... at what the inverse could be.

[B-bad... luck...]

[eonsadrift]

...that makes an unfortunate amount of sense.

I suppose I've never been very lucky, so it's nothing all that out of the ordinary for me.

[ratiocinations]

Hmph! As unlucky as being kidnapped from your home and stolen away to a haunted school? [He should hope not!]

[eonsadrift]

Funny. I actually consider this pretty tame.

[ratiocinations]

Really? Tame? I'm almost afraid to ask what could be worse, but not quite: is this usual for you?

[eonsadrift]

No, not this in particular. But I've yet to be torn apart and pieced back together, so it's not as bad as what I've already dealt with.