Nod, nod. "If you're dead or burnt out you can't do whatever it is you're setting out to do... And sorcery can do that to you if you're not careful."

"Yeah." She smiles. "Thanks for the advice, I think that's what I needed to hear. Can you send someone to attend to the bandages so I can go back to my rooms?"

"Of course, I'll get a nurse in here to discharge you. Here's my card if you want another session - though I will have to charge next time."

The therapist goes. A different nurse from before comes in, checks the bandages, removes them and tells her she's good to go, though she should keep in mind the soreness will continue for a day or two and her skin will be more tender and easily-marked for about the same.

She changes back into her battledress, and sees about finding her dorms again. She would like to collapse for a little while someplace private.

The hospital is on the opposite site of campus from her dorm room.

Three different people ask if she's alright.

"I'm fine," she says. "No permanent damage, though you'd better believe I'm thinking hard about reducing my twelve-hour class schedule. So maybe you guys will see me around more!"

They all agree that'll be nice and maybe they can go drinking or something.

Maybe they can do that, sure. 

(Feels like a chore.) 

She goes back to her room and flops into bed. Her skin stings. 

She probably should cancel her classes for today. 

She lies in bed for fifteen minutes, then gets herself up and moving again. 

She doesn't know what to do with herself if she isn't working. She can't take the whole day off. 

... She could get another meal at least. Maybe look for a sub. 

She goes and eats an early lunch and allows herself a small break.

No subs make themselves obvious to her. Nobody talks to her at all in the cafeteria, unless she initiates.

She goes looking for the architecture club.

People are happy to point her to the Architecture Club. Fittingly enough, it's in a very nice building, with features designed to encourage studying and awe. Open space, lots of glass, high ceilings, lots of light, a subtle grandeur to the decorations that says Money, but in an understated sort of way. This could almost be one of the less-decorated rooms in her palace. And it's one that seems to house a whole bunch of other clubs as well - but Architecture Club has the best and largest spot, an entire wing really.

The front of the Architecture Club is blocked by a smiling teen at a reception desk. She says they're always happy to see new people interested in the most important and impactful club on campus, the one concerned with the design of the very spaces around them! Would she like a tour?

"Why yes, I would love a tour." 

The Architecture Club has even more money. There are magical tables for mocking up room and facade designs that must be absurdly expensive, with people arguing over designs over one of them and changing things every few sentences. There's a fancy cafeteria, well stocked, just for the Club. There's an art gallery, and several workrooms nicely equipped for drafting, model-making, and so on. There's a... Ballroom, almost, half lecture hall and half space for a party, with lots of effort put into making it grand. The Club is currently not too crowded, and the people here talk to her with a quiet superiority. Oh yes, she should become a member, and eventually she'll be an important member, like them...

Familiar territory, if not expected in a university. 

She would indeed like to become a member. May she use one of these tables for a moment, she has a design she'd like to show off though she's not certain she knows the controls on these very fancy tables. Was this space designed by the Architecture Club, incidentally?

She can use this smaller one off to the side where someone has left a diagram of fortifications in place.

Well, it was designed by Ancilla Whitetail, which surely counts, or so they think.

That certainly counts. She sketches up a diagram of her own winter palace back in the world before. It's in an Art Deco style with plenty of natural light let in. She had always thought it was fetching.

The table is not that easy to use, but someone used to computers can figure it out. They seem vaguely disappointed she didn't have any trouble, then investigate the new style, muttering.

"Looks a bit like Demacian doesn't it?"

"Not really, that's all white and blue. And it has the straight lines, but Demacian doesn't do repeating patterns like this. More like Faldor, right?"

"Look at the contrast here, splayed out in a sunrise motif, but with all these sharp edges and nearly parallel lines."

"If anything it's Eastern, just look at the square patterns-"

"Where is this from? Is it an actual building?"

"It's my own," she says, entirely truthfully since after all she comissioned it. "Is it particularly good?"

"It's not bad, but clearly very foreign. Some elements seem a bit oddly designed."

"Probably a difference in common materials. The same kind of wood is used all over, see- There's nothing wrong with it."

"And it manages to enitce a sort of hopeful energy, I think. Partly the openness, partly the colors, partly the straight lines with clear destinations making things seem clear..."

"I think people would be very interested in seeing more pieces in this style, at least. It'd be a fine start."

"I have one other like it," she says, "If you would like to have a look?" 

If they assent, she puts up her Summer Palace, which is older and thus closer to the building methods these people would know. It still has a bit of Art Deco style to it though.

They like this one too, and comment on the differences between the two.

"Would you like to work with one of the sculptors some time? Having a physical model of these would be good, I think."

"I would love to." She probably knows enough about the construction of these two to fake her way through.

"Great! I'll ask around. You can just leave this on the table for now, eventually someone will wipe it but people can take a look until that happens, get them interested. Would you like to officially join the club, then? We only charge dues after the first month, and this way we can send you a letter when a sculptor wants to try it out."

"Certainly! Though I would like to hear what the dues are. Can you take them from my student account?"

"We have papers you can turn in at the office to allow it. Dues are a silver a month, though many people donate more, of course."