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.]

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[gamboler]

[ Back at the ranch dorm, Aventurine finds something waiting for him on the coffee table that almost seems like it could have been left there to mock him. Stripped of everything else he owns, including his powers and his Cornerstone, that this would be the first thing of his own that he recovers...

Hah. Mother Goddess's Beloved indeed.

He rolls the charm over in his hand, watching carefully as it catches the light. It's the real deal. ]

[parttimesoldier]

[If there was any doubt which room was apparently hers, its gone the moment she steps into one and finds a small pin sitting on the desk. Once she's all cleaned up and changed into that comfy pair of pajamas, it's easy enough to find her in there with the door cracked open, staring forlornly at it as it rests in her palm.

With as generally serious as she's been through everything so far, that bit of vulnerability might look a little odd on her.]


[Alternatively, catch her hanging out on the little couch in the common area at some other point, flipping idly through the yearbook that's been left for them. Photos, ages, birthdays, heights.... clubs do seem a little weird, but it's all so specific.

If you come and join her or she catches your eye while you're passing through, she'll motion to whatever page it's open to and say:]

Kinda crazy when you think about how they have all this other information on us, but not the names.

[bowtiedbones]

[Eliza waited until everyone bloodied had had a shower to take hers, but now she’s had her turn. She comes out to the common room with her hair bundled up in her track t-shirt to dry: even prisoners can have haircare]

Maybe someone interfered. Like this Kai-un guy.

[bowtiedbones]

[Eliza’s been busy since they left the gym. As the one uninjured person she took it on herself to do the “shopping,” hunting down the Nurse’s office (locked) and grabbing whatever food she could carry back from the cafeteria. She doesn’t know how to cook, but she can make sure they’re stocked up on fruit and sandwiches! There’s also a roll of paper towels stolen from a bathroom.

Now she’s back and after a shower and a meal for herself, she’s sitting on the floor of her room and picking through a small tupperware container filled with tiny bones. Anybody can stop in or hail her from the common area— she’s left the door open.]

Oh gosh, babygirl, I’m so glad you’re okay. My poor little bird.

[ratiocinations]

[Knock-knock, Kai-un. You have a visitor hanging around your door. Let him snoop?]

[bowtiedbones]

[who tf]

[there’s the sound of someone getting up, but that door is still LOCKED]

Who is it?

[ratiocinations]

[You know, after all that's happened, he can't blame her.

Says in that lilting way of his (his mood has improved a wee bit):]

A fellow "student" from Kin'un. Hoping to say hello.

[bowtiedbones]

[would a japanese horror film ghost sound like he belongs on the old british history shows her dad watches

she’ll open the door a crack to peek out, BUT.]

Mm… You can say hello, but this is not permission to enter yet.

[ratiocinations]

[help

Here stands a guy that might look like he belongs on an old British history show were it not for the light pink of his sweater vest and tie combo. Kin'un colors, indeed. He's tall and lanky, but with a sharp gaze under now-hiked up brows.]

I can hardly blame anyone for being guarded after what's just happened. But you'll have to forgive my curiosity and understand it, all the same. [It's gnawing at him.] For wanting to know more about who else shares this dreadful fate with me.

[faultlieswith]

[ A pillow goes flying and hits the door from the other side. ]

If you're one of those damn dolls, go away!

[ She is so over being startled by porcelain, thankyouverymuch. ]

[ratiocinations]

[Stiffens a bit at the sudden thunk! the door replies with once the pillow hits it at the other side. Maybe this is a bad time.

Holmes rarely cares.]

I am not! [Sounds almost offended by that. But the rest of him can empathize. He's seen those blasted things, too, in the corner of his vision, as he treads down these halls.]

Perhaps you recognize my voice as proof, just as I recognize yours.

[Based on said voice, this is someone he met in the gym, he's sure.]

[faultlieswith]

Just a second.

[ There's some shuffling inside, and Ishmael opens the door. She's holding the pillow she just threw. She doesn't seem sheepish or sorry. ]

Can't be too careful after all that's happened today.

[inexorableiron]

[Unlike his teammates, Hamn just opens the damn door. Why not? He basically fills the entire doorway anyway, and he is absolutely confident he could kick a doll's ass if it's another porcelain creepshow.

The guest however is no doll. So his posture relaxes from Fight Mode to normal, tension easing]

Oh hey, sup dude. You lost?

[ratiocinations]

[jesus christ

Holmes pretty tall, but he's a stick compared to this man. Still, he affects an amiable enough smile, looking him up and down.

"'Sup, dude." Help him.]

...Not at all. Merely a member of Kin'un, hoping to greet his fellow students. [AND SNOOP AROUND]

[ratiocinations]

[He exhales through his nose once she opens the door; no, he suspects very few have the patience to feel sorry (or humor him, in the wake of many still recovering), but this does not dissuade him, either.]

Of course. I suspect you're seeing these dolls, and clots of red string, all over the school — just like I am. "Super cursed", as we are.

[inexorableiron]

[Hamn has slept in worse places. A tiny dorm room is fine. The tiny amenities are fine. What he hates is that of all the things he needs or could use, what he finds waiting for him are his earrings. At least the holes won't close up... but it proves that whoever is behind this has all of his shit and that it could be found, maybe.

He is quick to snatch them off the table and ball them up in his fist before popping them back in. He's mad and feeling powerless after double ass kickings, so he needs to do something.]

This? Sucks, dudes.

[All this to say your resident lunkhead is doing one-handed pushups in the common area and taking up a looot of room.]

[inexorableiron]

[Hamn just grins back! And leans on the door frame, allowing a peek at what is the dorm.]

Oh one of those other groups, right. Weird name though, dude. Your Kin'un write some fuckin' book about how lucky he is?

[ratiocinations]

[Ah, that unsubtle peek into the dorm is interrupted when he mentions the book; being of clear interest to Holmes, his gaze flicks right back up to the stranger.]

No, indeed. Something about greed, instead. Each group with a different theme, which might become relevant to us sooner rather than later... I'll admit, these journals are part of the reason why I hoped to visit. [And ask about.]

[inexorableiron]

[Did he notice? Hard to tell, both because of his doofy grin and the way his eyes go a little unfocused for a second while he swipes at his bare chest. Stupid spiders.]

Well that's weird as shit. The fucking color-coding wasn't enough for these dudes?

Oh sorry, that's no way you could know the answer to that, huh! [chuckle] Anyway, there's nothin' in there that says shit about what or why this's happening to all us dudes. It sure would be nice though.

Hey, they take all your fuckin' stuff too?

[inexorableiron]

[Bless this lady dude and all her sandwich gathering skills. Hamn never did put a shirt on after his shower, but then again, no one has yet asked him to either. He does perk up at the voice and mid pushup, he looks over to check.]

Who's that, lady dude?

[ratiocinations]

[Oh. Afflicted by illusions(?), too, it would seem. Holmes, as well, but at least the sight of dolls trailing him down the hall have ceased for now.]

Ha. [Goodness. This one has the mouth of a sailor. Good thing Holmes is a weirdo of his time and doesn't really care too much right now.] They did. Not that I carry much of value on me, but what was there is now gone.

[ ...And this does bother him more than it should, now that he thinks about it. Hm.]

[inexorableiron]

[Nodding, nodding. Hamn already figured as much about the physical inventories, having talked to some other people from other teams, but confirmation never hurt. And he even learned something]

Yeah, shit. I guess we're all screwed together then. But whoever the fuck did it dropped some shit off here for us, so the rest of it has gotta be somewhere around here, dude. We can like, search party that shit!

[ratiocinations]

[A search party. To find what was lost to them. This scratches some unknown itch in his brain, before now unknown. It would be satisfying yes, to find their things. It would unearth more data, to some degree, would it not?]

So you are volunteering to go looking?

[bowtiedbones]

[eliza will never be the first one to tell him to stop doing shirtless push-ups

she holds up a small spiky skull with a hooked beak like a lizard crossed with a parrot]

This is one of my familiars! I probably shouldn’t give her name out, so for now you can call her Tuxie.

[inexorableiron]

Not solo, dude. Bad idea. We get some dudes together to try it out, then yeah, I'll be right the fuck there. Float that idea around sometime when we're all not fucking bleeding, though. I don't like not havin' my books.