obsidian dormitory catchall.

[ninedrive]

[ love ♡ and ♡ peace ]

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[ohrlyeh]

[That was.....horrifying. Lovecraft quickly skedaddled back to the dormitories.]

[He's just here, biting at his thumbnail as he's mumbling ro himself. Hi.]

This Father means business...I-I want to go home....

[ninedrive]

[ Yeah, that was. Something! Like being in the area of influence of another Beast with no protection, and having to deal with those corrosive, eroding effects. Fun. She's either looking through the kitchenette area (and being unimpressed by the lack of supplies) or, having found nothing, has instead relegated herself to lounging haphazardly across a pile of pillows.

So Lovecraft mumbles that, and either way, Koyanskaya just quips back: ]

Hahaha. Maybe you can use your wish on that, yes?

[ohrlyeh]

[He's groaning at that, aiming a miserable sideglance over at her lounging...actually...those pillows look nice...]

Wishes can have...consequences. I don't believe it is that easy.

[dokudoku]

[ 'Something' is an apt description. Even for a guy used to the general sensation of being burnt alive every so often, he can't say that experience is one ever really wants to put himself through again. That being said...

Well, it's not like compliance via threat of death is anything new, but the methods are considerably worse than he remembers. ]

And I thought my family was dysfunctional. [ He gets it, Lovecraft. From where Yugamu's idly leaning on the counter, that ring stuck on his finger earns a glance of distaste. ] I'd rather not encourage that kind of wanton, passionless murder, though. I'm gonna have to agree with the sentiment it'll come back to bite us.

[ohrlyeh]

Yes, I don't...understand how one thing leads to another.

[Though...he's frowning at his own ring.]

It feels like one of my contracts...

[ninedrive]

[ There's still unused pillows Lovecraft, knock yourself out. Koyanskaya just huffs a little breath and rolls over on her own claimed pillowpile. ]

Of course it isn't.

It'd be a waste, anyway. After all, we're supposedly being promised our freedom at the end of this anyway.

[ Can you hear the audible air quotes there, can you. ]

Just as long as we manage to find whoever holds our secrets, that is.

[ Several specific words are doing a lot of work in those sentences, but you know. ]

[ohrlyeh]

[She's using them, though! He's sort of inching closer, though...]

Our secrets...yes. I still don't understand that, really. Someone knows something about us we...don't remember? Maybe?

wednesday night, post-ball

[fouettee]

[Most nights, Annette takes the time to pray at the chapel before she returns to the dorm, but after the party, things are a little bit different. Because she's got several little bunnies bundled up in her arms! There are here now. New roommates to make goth dorm just a little bit cuter.]

I hope no one minds. I'm not sure where else I'm to keep them.

[She's already looking to see if there's anything she can turn into a little enclosure. Or perhaps there's enough space for them to scamper around their personal rose garden...]

[ninedrive]

[ What time is it, is Koyanskaya back yet. Who knows. She's here now and she absolutely just looks delighted and lights up at the sight of the bunnies. ]

If anyone minds, they can take it up with me. ♡

[fouettee]

[Annette beams up at her approval, relief clear on her face. She doesn't have much of a presence herself, but Koyanskaya seems like the kind of woman that you simply don't say no to. So, she ushers the cute little things out onto the floor, letting them hop around and explore while she figures out where and how to house them.]

Do you like rabbits, too?

[ninedrive]

[ These rabbits will be safe in Obsidian as long as Koyanskaya has anything to say about it, trust. ]

I like all sorts of animals, really, but I suppose you could say that I'm fond of rabbits in particular.

week 2, post-exe

[hjadningavig]

[ At some point, Dainsleif will be briefly looking to see if the rabbits are hanging around.

Once he finds 'em, he is here to drop some food off for them, before departing.

If anyone wants to catch him before he runs off, they can. ]

[ninedrive]

[ Well.

Koyanskaya is probably in the middle of taking care of the rabbits herself, so she's absolutely going to catch him in the act. ]

Honestly, why are you in such a rush? Afraid someone will catch you caring?

[hjadningavig]

...That's not it at all.

[ Dainsleif says, despite looking like a spooked cat. ]

[ninedrive]

[ Koyanskaya smells

weakness. You fool, Dainsleif. ]

Oh? Now, why don't I believe you, hmm?

Come here. Don't you want to feed them yourself, instead of being a deadbeat absent father?

[ohrlyeh]

Where...are you going.

[BUSTED]

[hjadningavig]

[ HELP Dainsleif getting caught in 4k by at least two of his dormmates. ]

I was...going on a walk.

[ Incredible save (not) ]

[ohrlyeh]

...Meeting someone?

[doubt.jpg]

week 3, monday

[fouettee]

[The door to Obsidian clicks, swinging open with a measure of shyness. There's no body there behind it, no body that enters, but as it closes once more, a shadow slips along the wall.]

[hjadningavig]

[ Dainsleif is over here, in the shadows, but since it is a shadow who comes in, he is probably easily visible. ]

...Annette..?

[fouettee]

[At first, it doesn't seem like the shadow is going to respond, though it's clear it heard. At the very least, it reacts to Dainsleif's trademark piercing eyes on it, wilting slightly like the literal wallflower that she's now become.

If anyone was going to notice her, it makes sense it was him.]

Do you mean me?

[hjadningavig]

[ Certainly so.

Dainsleif's eyes remain piercing, although at this point in time slightly questioning as he tilts his head. ]

I do, yes.

[ ... ]

...We have been taking care of your rabbits while you have been gone.

[ninedrive]

[ You know, how the shadows open doors really is a thing to behold, but anyway. ]

Dearie me. What brings you by here today, hmm? Come to check in on the state of your little hutch?

[fouettee]

[It was true she wanted to see the rabbits. She remembered, vaguely, how happy she'd felt to receive them. It was like a memory that belonged to someone else, but it was a much nicer memory than nearly all the others. Perhaps she was chasing it. But, even more honestly...]

I don't really know where else I'm meant to go.

[ninedrive]

So you come here instead. I suppose in lieu of other attachments, that would make sense.

[ With nowhere else to go... she really was stripped of everything, wasn't she? Ripped from wherever she was before, and now removed from even herself. ]

Does this place feel any different from the rest of it?