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It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.
In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.
Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"
"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."
"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."
Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.
"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."
"Just making conversation."
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hemomancer
stonedtimewitch
She sticks her tongue out at him and flips him off. "Don't worry, its dry as sandpaper down there."
the-possibility-of-change
"Good to know. Now get to bed, all of you. Xan, Leo, I'll be expecting you in the sims tomorrow morning. And at your respective detentions tomorrow night."
stonedtimewitch
"Fine, they better be as fun as I was promised." She follows Xan and Leo back to the dorms.
the-possibility-of-change
Harry looks confused, but lets it go. The boys head down to their room for various bed-related activities.
stonedtimewitch
Damara falls asleep pretty much as soon as her head hits the pillows. Her powers activate on their own, giving her a much needed extra few hours of sleep.
hemomancer
At about 8:30 in the morning, Damara is prodded sharply with a bit of crystallized blood. "Wakey etcetera, sims are in half an hour. Don't worry if you're not a hundred percent awake, nothing wakes you up like murder in your cup."
stonedtimewitch
Damara rises up in an instant, reaching for the needles in her hair to stab whoever prodded her. It takes her a second to remember the events of the previous day. "I'm awake asshole, no more prodding."
hemomancer
Xan and Leo are on the opposite side of the room, because they were very much aware of the danger of waking Damara up. This is why Xan was using blood in the first place!
"Alright, good. General showering and that kind of shit. Do you have any other clothes?"
"Alright, good. General showering and that kind of shit. Do you have any other clothes?"
stonedtimewitch
"I can get them, next time tell me what time to wake up and I will be up!" Damara says, clearly a little annoyed. "If I stab you by accident it is your own dumbass fault." She gets up and pushes past the boys to the shower.
"Harry was right there and we didn't want to alert him to the sudden teammate," Leo 'apologizes'.
The showers are not crowded, it being 8:30 on a Saturday. Two golden wing tips peek over the top of a shower partition, but their owner appears too busy with shower-related business to pay attention to the sound of footsteps.
The showers are not crowded, it being 8:30 on a Saturday. Two golden wing tips peek over the top of a shower partition, but their owner appears too busy with shower-related business to pay attention to the sound of footsteps.
stonedtimewitch
"Hello birdy!" Damara says with the most exaggerated happy voice she can muster. She has no concrete plans for ruining the angel's day but she will figure out something after she gets herself freshened up for the morning. She turns the shower on hot and closes her eyes, letting the scalding water hit her face.
The angel declines to respond!
The shower continues to be miraculous. (There are also convenient dispensers of soap and shampoo which pop out of the wall upon sensing that she has none.)
The shower continues to be miraculous. (There are also convenient dispensers of soap and shampoo which pop out of the wall upon sensing that she has none.)
stonedtimewitch
Damara picks the pinkest looking soap she can find. If she is going to be a misanthropic bitch she may as well do so while smelling of spring flowers. "Hey birdy, help me with my hair," she says after she is done, trying to remake her prefered bun.
The birdy continues to decline to respond! In fact, it appears not to be moving at all. How odd.
stonedtimewitch
Damara realizes what is happening and sighs. She kicks aside the partition and looks at the hologram. She can't figure out where its coming from but it gives her ideas. Someone was messing with her and she would repay them 12 times over.
In the meantime, several high-pressure jets of ice water slam into her face with teeth-jarring force, and a filament springs out of the wall to give her a shock that could be described as "the joy buzzer from Hell".
stonedtimewitch
Damara reacts to this prank with unsettling laughter, even as the the jet of water knocks her to the ground and electricity courses through her body. 12 times over would apparently not be enough. "[Enjoying my hard nipples?]" She asks to the room on the off chance the prankster is listening. She gets to her feet and walks to her clothes, there is a wide smile on her face.
Sky walks through the door, holding a towel. It regards Damara with wary disinterest.
"Oh, it's you. Apparently we're going to d- why's there a hologram of me in there?"
"Oh, it's you. Apparently we're going to d- why's there a hologram of me in there?"
stonedtimewitch
"Someone wanted to get off to your image while showering?" she suggests with a shrug. She didn't actually think the trap was from Sky, it didn't seem to fit their character. She reaches for Sky's towel to dry off her face with, she'll let her clothes absorb up the rest of the water.
"Anyone here you know that likes playing with tech like that, Birdy?" she asks, trying to sound more cordial then usual.
"Anyone here you know that likes playing with tech like that, Birdy?" she asks, trying to sound more cordial then usual.
Sky tolerates the towel theft with admirable grace. (If Xan's going to be picking up strays, it might as well make an effort to get along.)
"I mean, there's some gadgeteers and devisors and all that around. The hologram narrows it down a bit... did it do anything, or just sit there?"
"I mean, there's some gadgeteers and devisors and all that around. The hologram narrows it down a bit... did it do anything, or just sit there?"
stonedtimewitch
Damara hands the towel back to Sky and puts her clothes back on, she decides Sky doesn't need to know what just happened to her. Not only was it embarrassing for her to be caught out like that, she also doubts Sky would be willing to be complicit in her revenge. "I just want to know who makes shit like that, my room is bare right now and holo decorations would be nice."
Sky's face lights up. "Oh! Well, if you're just looking for decorations, my boyfriend does some really nice hologram work, and he's always looking for commissions. And then there's Spark, she's an actual artist but she uses hard light displays for maximum effect, and... Do you want a list? I'd be happy to help you personalize your room, that sounds like a great way to adjust to a new world."
stonedtimewitch
"Sure, list would be nice," Damara says, putting up her actually sweet smile. Maybe she will actually grab some decorations off of whichever one of these people isn't responsible for hurting her. She really hopes that Sky's boyfriend wasn't the one responsible but revenge is much more important then her relationship to the apparently very nice Angel. "You are very helpful, thanks."
"Well, we, uh, got off on the wrong foot, I think. But Xan and Leo like you, so I don't want to be the team albatross. You know? Nobody wants to be the only friend who doesn't get along with somebody."
stonedtimewitch
"I think," says the girl who isn't really sure what albatrosses have to do with anything. "Anyway can I have list, you have shower to do and I have places to go."