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~Dorrie~
After a long alchemy lesson full of controlling myself, I head off to Aspen Hall to see if there is any lunch. Of course, I haven't had any breakfast, so the pots of spaghetti sitting on a table are very welcome. However, there are no chairs. I serve myself and take my bowl and one of the provided forks to the floor, where the entire student body is sitting. Everyone else is chatting wildly. Of course, they've already made their friends, those friends being their roommates. However, another student turns to me.
"Hi there, I haven't seen you yet," they say. "Late to lunch or something?"
"I guess," I answer awkwardly, trying to eat spaghetti at the same time. "Who are you and why don't they have any chairs?" They look older than I am.
"Drius," said the person. "And you know, they haven't had chairs this morning either. But they had them dependably all last year."
"Strange," I tell them. "Well, pleasure to meet you, I'm Dorrie."
I smile. The only thing I love more than being energetic and making lists is solving mysteries. I open my notebook and write down No chairs in Aspen Hall to eat lunch had them all last year.
"What classes do you take?" Drius says.
"Alchemy, rune-magic, casting-magic, math, literature, history, and one more, I've forgotten–oh, it's healing."
"Nice. I do a lot of the same ones," says Drius. Then the bell rings.
"I have to skedaddle," I tell Drius. "Nice meeting you then." And then I am skedaddling, heading to classs once more.
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Is there only one teacher who is being played by one person?ShannonShannon walked into Aspen Hall. Rows of pots were laid out on the tables. Except, there were no chairs. Shannon was far too hungry to really care about that, though. She walked over to the table and heaped a huge amount of spaghetti onto it.Shannon glanced over at Aspen tree and bit her lip. She wanted to slip into its branches to eat, but if she did that she'd end up staying there three hours straight like she did earlier. So instead she went over to where everyone else was sitting and sat with her back against the wall."Can I sit here?" Shannon looked up in surprise. It was the young man from earlier."S-sure," Shannon stammered. He slid onto the floor next to her and began wolfiing down his noodles. Shannon felt strange sitting next to a teacher.When he had finished he set down his bowl down on the floor and sighed with satisfaction. "So," he said, turning to Shannon, "how olf are you?""Thirteen," Shannon told him."What classes are you taking?"Shannon tried desperately to remember. "Um, well, one of them is healing…" She felt her cheeks burn. "I have math and history to, I think," she hurried to add."Well, if you're in healing, then you're in my class!" said the teacher with a smile. Shannon smiled too. She was glad she was in this man's class. He was nice. He wasn't glaring at her for what she'd done earlier, like that other one, Morgan, probably would be."Well, I'd better go," he said, looking down at his watch as he stood up."Wait!" Shannon said. "Uh, what's your name?""James," he said with a pleasant smile. He waved and jogged off before Shannon could ask what his actual proffesor name was. Surely he wasn't going to have the class call him James! Was he?Shannon finished the rest of her spaghetti in silence. As she stood, a bell rang. Probably a signal for me to get to class, Shannon thought. She looked back at the Aspen with longing. Maybe she could just… slip away. Suddenly, Shannon ran smack dab into someone. She stumbled backwards, flailing to keep her balance, but it didn't work. She toppled to the ground, hitting her elbows hard. The air flew out of her. "What are you doing?!?!?" The person who Shannon had crashed into glared down at her. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. "Well???" she snapped.……………………..Is there a certain time schedule for classes? If there is and healing isn't next, please tell me the right one, if you know!-
oh, that's me!
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"uh…" the person stammers.
"Well?" i say again. "watch where you're going!" i hiss.
her eyes dart around, looking for an escape path. i sense something, and push it away hurreidly. not the time.
i offer her my hand and help her up. "trying to slip away, right?" i say. she looks startled and scared. "h-how do you know that?" she asks fearfully.
that, i thought, was a good question. "you weren't with anyone, and you looked like you were trying to be sneaky." i said. "i know you like the Aspen."
"again, how do you know that?" she asked.
instead of answering, i said, "what's your name? don't worry, i won't tell anyone about any of this."
"Shannon." she said.
i nodded. "i'm Darkvine." i answered.
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sorry if it is a little short… again
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Pretty sure I'm the only teacher, except I think the creator of the role-play is going to do some classes?
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ShannonShannon looked uncertainly at Darkvine. Now that she wasn't angry, she seemed ok. Shannon felt a tiny pinprick of hope. Could she possibly make a friend? "What class are you in next?" Shannon asked eagerly.-
"hmm… not sure, maybe magical creatures/cultures?"
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a single lineeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaa
im supposed to be doing math right now…
and i'm not sure if there's a schedule or anything…
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Rallie
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I considered breaking into a run, but there were too many people around. Two of them, I saw, had already bumped into each other, and I didn't want to be next. My stomach complained at the spaghetti, and I gloomily remembered my mother's fettucine alfredo. It always, always filled me up and she sometimes added meatballs and tomato. Her cooking was one of the things I missed most. I was trying to think about what caused the nightmare last night when I bumped into someone. Perfect. She had strawberry-blond hair and bright gold eyes. She was wearing socks with sandals, jeans, and a soft-looking sweater. I said hi, then apologized. I couldn't be late to math. I then recognized the girl as the one who sat next to me in math.
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Flamrestii, that's you!
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@Sterling, could you make a sort of schedule for classes please? If it's not too much trouble. 🙂 -
Here's a form for James, if it's ok to fill this out now. Not sure if I'll actually be playing from his perspective, but here's his sheet:Name: James RoanAge: 21Gender/Pronouns: male, he/him/hisAppearance: Rlelatively short light warm brown hair, hazel brown eyes, frekcles, tallPersonality: Pretty outgoing and friendly. Cares very deeply about Petrichor.Position: Teacher of healingOther: He grew up at Petrichor school. Rumor has it that he was left there as a baby, but it is unconfirmed. He was in house Roc when he was a student and had a reputation for breaking rules. -
Class schedule, per request! If you have two classes in the same period, just choose one to attend.
Breakfast
1st period: Science (astronomy/potions/alchemy/biology)
2nd period: Artificing/magical creatures and cultures
3rd period: Literature
Lunch
4th period: Healing/charms and curses
5th period: Math
6th period: Rune-magic/casting magic
7th period: History/house meetings twice a week
Dinner
Club meetings/free time
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@Sterling, thanks!
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~Dorrie~
The second day dawns frosty and very, very cold. Also, early: My oversleep-preventative alarm is set for six, flat, just in case. As I jab hairpin after hairpin into my hair, I notice that there is a new schedule on my bedside table. Hmm. Why change the schedule on the second day of all days, if any? Still. This one is much more coordinated than the other, and I won't be heading to casting-magic straight from bed, although second period is now a total blank for me. More practice, I guess. And more investigations.
Indeed, it becomes plain that that's needed when I step into Aspen Hall for breakfast: Not a chair in sight. One of the students, who is slender with short hair, is sitting eating in the tree, and some people are standing up, leaning on the wall, but others are on the floor. Drius, among people.
"Hi," they say, their mouth full, when they spot me. "No chairs again, eh?"
"Yeah, I suppose," I answer, getting myself some oatmeal.
"And the schedule change," they continue. "Happened to older students too."
"Maybe they're interlinked?" I suggest.
"True. It could be a puzzle. I like them, if you haven't noticed."
"Definitely puzzling," I answer.
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(Sorry if it's short, I can't think of much!!)
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Question–what are the different ages of students called? As in first year/second year/third year or year one/year two/year three or whatever else?
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Eh–what do you mean?
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when a thread is in danger of going to one of the infamous Back Pages, CBers sometimes post 'Top' on it to make it go back to the Top.
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Thanks!!
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