[goal reached!!]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: the student body
When: the afternoon of October 5
Where: the gymnasium, and elsewhere
What: the end of the fundraiser
Warnings: nothing you don't bring yourself!

[boy, has it been a busy week and some change! the fundraising activities seems to have excited more than just the mortal student body. if you've been paying attention to the table adorned with spider lilies throughout the event, you would have noticed that some of the school haunts have been dropping pieces of ghostly yen into the jars scattered on top of it. each jar is now overflowing with glowing golden coins. they're intangible, unfortunately-- no one is going to strike it rich while stuck in this school-- but! they're pretty to look at!]

[and eventually, on October 5, the voice that started the whole affair speaks to you again]

Ah, quite wonderful! This has been such a rousing success. Thank you, my dear students, for working so hard to enrich your educational lives within these hallowed walls!

And a special congratulations to the members of the Outdoors Club, the Occult Investigations Club and the Food Tasting Club. Your efforts specifically have born fruit.

Comments

[velluminous]

Should I not care at all?

[brokenlance]

[ah... how to say, he doesn't feel like he deserves to be cared for. this pain is making him maudlin.]

I would never presume to dictate your feelings...

[velluminous]

Ah. So you are this type?

[brokenlance]

Pardon?

[velluminous]

Difficult to care for type. My type.

[ the type that she is, she means. not. the other... type. ]

[brokenlance]

Er, well - I don't mean to be.

[also, not to bring up the memory loss, but.] And I did not find you difficult. To care for, I mean.

[velluminous]

[ she had, until now, forgotten that he was among those who cared for her. so little has stuck in her mind from then—both a blessing and a curse.

her face colours with discomfort. ]

This is different from then.

[brokenlance]

It is true that the stakes are not so terrible with this last task. Though I was also incorrigibly stubborn with my affliction then, as well...

[velluminous]

I do not wish to talk about then. [ when she was useless, moronic— ] Come, let me make you drink.

[brokenlance]

Ah, I don't think I need any more tea today...

[did he drink the completely botched brews he made? yes.]

[velluminous]

Oh.

[ then...

she is out of ideas. she does not know how to comfort or care for another. ]

...

[brokenlance]

[ah. oh no. she was planning to make tea and is now out of ideas.

gotta salvage this (for her)]

Perhaps... some hot chocolate, for a change of palate? I believe there is a powdered mix one can add to milk.

[velluminous]

[ surely she will realize what he's doing, to pivot from not wanting tea to accepting a hot cocoa.

...

nope. ]

Powdered? But it is already powder.

[brokenlance]

[local man cannot tell the difference between cocoa powder and hot chocolate mix. local man also does not come from a world where chocolate exists.

local man also cannot taste.]

Well... I'm sure it is for some ease of convenience...

[velluminous]

[ WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU, DIMITRI ]

I have to see this. Show me.

[brokenlance]

[when you can't taste anything, all drinks might as well just be hot water!]

Ah... well, I believe there's a box in Kenkou's kitchen, if you wish to come over.

[I've gone from having a headache to playing host. no rest for the weary]

/3

[velluminous]

Yes, I—

[velluminous]

Er—...

[velluminous]

Will have to accept this offer another time.

[brokenlance]

[he smiles, though it's a little worn thin from his aching head, and clearly pasted on to be polite]

Then I suppose this is where we part.

Please, enjoy your victory today. I'm sure I'll recover soon.

[velluminous]

[ did a bad job at socializing... ]

Goodbye...