Jul 02, 2022 4:32 AM
scene-setting for Friday morning classes
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It's not anything he didn't already know, Riley thinks as he looks at the model from the door.

For a seconds, before he moves on. He only has one person to worry about until Adam arrives, and that's him.

Riley gets out his textbook (English, of course, because Dr. Walsh didn't get him early enough to get him speaking dozens of languages since birth) and skims the index until he finds something promising.

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Destiny arrives arm in arm with Morty. 

"- Wooooooow!" she breathes at the mal display. "That's so fucking cool!" 

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"You," Morty says dryly, "are the weirdest person I've ever met. Possibly the craziest, although I've got to say I keep meeting other contenders." 

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"Yeah, but I'm your weird and crazy." 

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....And then the bravado runs out and she lets out her breath in a little burst. 

"That's - how are we ever supposed to get past that?" 

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"How about we try the exotic strategy known as 'paying attention in lessons'?" And Morty leads her to find a seat. There aren't that many choices left, if they want to sit together, so they end up in the front row near Crazy New York Kid. 

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Rebecca winds up hugging Zeke's arm almost the whole class and not taking any notes, though she does read.

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Zeke is very huggable and only slightly fazed by the model of the graduation hall. Also Rebecca should know that if a mal tries to eat her he’s not gonna let it and also that she can, like, totally look at his notes later if she needs to. Although his handwriting is bizarre and - backwards? He writes like a left handed person, with his right hand - so that last offer may not be very helpful.

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El has seen about... two-fifths of these kinds of mals before. She sticks with Bobbie and Lissa but if they get wedged in the front at least she has a bodyguard about it.

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Ennis develops, over the course of the class, a plan to ask the Manchester seniors what the hell kind of plan you can pull together in four years that leaves you ready for that with anything like the usual Scholomance survival rates. Her affinity is cosmetics! She isn't going to be able to throw a compact full of blush at any of these things!

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Sean is going to die, probably. He shouldn't plan on that, because what if he wouldn't have been going to die? But he should maybe emotionally accept it now and have a backup backup plan for which mal looks least bad to be eaten by. Maybe that... blue thing? They don't appear to be studying the blue thing today; he will have to revise this over time.

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Time to revise about the things that go bump! Nia sits in the nearest empty seat to Montréal, which isn't very near, and keeps her head down and studies amphisbaena.

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The Jaipur enclave walks into mal studies in three smaller groups, based on how easily they could meet in the halls. They consolidate as soon as they get into the lecture hall, at which point they witness the morbid little diorama of graduation. At least it doesn't look like there are students depicted, from here. Hira doesn't dawdle, dragging those among their number who look like they might to their chosen seats near the back of the room.

She's somber as she takes out her textbook and flips through it. Hira needs to calibrate her expectations. Most of these mals won't kill anyone in their class; some don't even have names, they're so unremarkable compared to the whole host of maleficaria. She wants to focus on the mals that this book that she's heard of on the outside, first, and then she can dig deeper. She urges her fellow enclavers to pick different strategies, so they're not all chasing down the same leads. What they decide to do now might not make a difference in four years- but she's not planning to count on that.

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He’s not in the very front row, at least.

The diorama is…horrifying. Horrifying is definitely the word.

He stares, unable to look away, at the seething mass of limbs and tongues and spines and teeth, the mad dance of hunger and violent agitation — the hollow-eyed mountains of flesh standing guard by the gates, watching forever.

He is, in fact, terrified. His stomach has dropped, and his heart rate is up. He would prefer to stay alive, and spending time in that room doesn’t look like a great way to accomplish his goals.

But, god, what a way to go out.

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Camillo doesn't like looking at Patience and Fortitude. He's had nightmares about them since he was seven. So he makes himself stare at their horrible agglomerations of faces, because if he flinches away from looking at them now, how is he supposed to run towards them in four years?

(He won't. Not unless he can get a really excellent alliance. The odds of survival aren't worth the odds of millennia of torture.)

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Alyona looks at the graduation day mural and lets out a "what the fuck" under her breath. She knew it was going to be bad, but oh man.

In an effort to get her brain to really let it sink in, Alyona starts trying to name every mal in the mural that she recognizes. "Sirenspiders, vipersacs, rilkes, shrikes, scuvara, flingers, scratchers, scuttlers, crawlers, digesters..." the list goes on and on. And there are still so many she doesn't know the names of.

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Shannon makes her way nervously into the big lecture hall, and - 

 

- ohgodohgodohGOD she is so going to die aaaaaaaaaaaaah. 

Also she has no idea who to sit with - she can't see Raleigh, the place is crowded, and also she would feel really embarrassed about following him around like a puppydog. But, hmm, that girl at least looks like she's not panicking?

Shannon sidles up. "Hey." 

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"Hi." She nods her head towards the mural. "So that's terrifying! I'm Alyona, what's your name?"

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"It looks really bad! I'm Shannon. From Vancouver - uh, that's not an enclave." 

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"Yeah, your local enclave is Seattle, right? I'm from Santa Barbara. The only reason I'm not completely freaking out right now is we have a graduation day prep program that I've been doing since I was like eight."

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"Santa Barbara, wow! My dad goes there on business trips sometimes. ...Uh, yeah, I think Seattle might be closest to us geographically? I, uh, actually got in with Sacramento, though. They only had one freshman inducting this year, and - my dad knows one of the wizards there, from work connections, they're both profs at mundane universities." 

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"Oh, lucky! So at least you know one person here?" Alyona is kindof unclear on whether independents typically have any social connections.

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"....Uh, yeah. I got my spot in exchange for mostly bringing in gear for Sacramento's freshman. Who.......seems to have decided he likes me? I mean, like likes me." 

And then she immediately blushes crimson. To her chagrin. 

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Ooh, seems like maybe Shannon like-likes Sacramento boy back.

"Congrats! What's he like?"

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"He's.....really sweet? Like, sort of confusingly sweet, honestly, he keeps - offering to walk me everywhere - he met me at my room door super early and walked me all the way to homeroom, and then also made sure I got breakfast... It's, like, gallant? Gentlemanly?" 

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