seasonality | WEEK 1: MINGLE

week 1: mingle

remaining students: 40

Hey, wake up! Before you're late for school!

The first thing you'll receive when you wake up is a notification: Updated Dorm Wars Standings.

🦋 SPRING: 6
☀️ SUMMER: 14
🍁 FALL: 8
❄️ WINTER: 9

Fall has truly swept over the campus, and the colorful leaves will crunch underneath your feet as you walk through the school. All the banners that had their motto shifted over the weekend seem to have reverted back as well. In fact, your adventures might bring you to some new locations where construction has concluded. Take a look around!

On every building bulletin board, as well as on your phone, there's a new posting for this week's Dorm Wars tasks. Check out which answer resonates with you the most, and then get those points for your team! Speaking of your team, it seems like Office Hours are open for all Dorm Heads if you'd like to chat with them. Maybe see if there's anything you'd like to redeem a voucher for?

Though if you're looking through your phone, it appears that the profiles for Hiyori Tomoe and Kaoruko Hanayagi have both disappeared. Expulsion is a hell of a drug.

A few classes in particular have been highlighted with open enrollment and can be joined for the week:

Finally, it's Spirit Week! I wonder what that means. There's also a few posters advertising a Debate Tournament coming up, little stickers of donuts and dogs being used to give them a little personal charm. It seems like the seasons are really flying by too, as spooky times suddenly creep up on everyone. Halloween decorations like large pumpkins and pop-up ghost and ghouls litter the campus excited to give you a fright. Though maybe you should be afraid of yourself most of all? Somewhere on your body, your greatest fear will be written on you. It cannot come off, and it glows in the dark. Enjoy the free tat.

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[ Wonderful. ]

Adora, can you help her to sit or lie down? I need a closer look at her leg.

[oh my god sit down. oh my god???

oh my god you're covered in blood.

Her hands hover for a few minutes as she looks for a safe place to touch, and then she just... reaches out to cradle Catra's cheeks in her hands, leaning in to press their foreheads together.]

Catra, please. Let Otome help you. You... [She swallows, throat suddenly too tight to force words through.] ... I don't want you to have to hurt anymore.

[oh]

[oh no]

[for a moment, Catra is paralyzed, both by Adora's hands on her cheeks and the overwhelming feeling of. . . what? what is it she's feeling? something in response to so many people caring about her? to Adora pressing so close, saying that she doesn't want Catra to hurt anymore? it's all so much, and she doesn't know what to do]

[so she blinks owlishly back at Adora. . . and finally settles]

O-- [a pause] . . . okay.

[CATTE SUCCESSFULLY BULLIED]

[ God bless. Otome will help Catra get settled so she can start cleaning and fussing over her leg, and she'll leave the comforting to Adora, who just really FOR SOME REASON knows how to handle her. ]

I think for safety's sake, once we're done here, we'll get someone [ Adora ] to carry you back to the dorm. I want as little weight on your leg as possible tonight.

[weird how that works

anyway when Catra settles, Adora breathes out a sigh of relief--though she's extremely reluctant to pull away from that forehead touch. She has to, though, so Otome can get to work--so she does, instead remaining close to Catra, listening intently as Otome works.

And as she listens, she threads her fingers with Catra's good hand.]

[. . . yeah, that's okay. Catra follows suit, gripping Adora's hand just as tightly as Otomoe works. Otome will find what appears to be a bullet wound in Catra's thigh, something that DEFINITELY would have hit the femoral artery! but despite it's deadly location, it doesn't seem to be as deep as a wound of this nature would normally be? certainly not something that would cause Catra to bleed out. hm!]

[and for future tags, Catra's arm seems bruised and tender, but the bones are all in one piece and in their proper place. it's likely a small fracture, and nothing more serious than that]

[her ribs are also bruised, and the shallow breathing suggests that one or more might be cracked. and other than a few minor scrapes or other bruises, that's the worst of it!]

Edited 2021-06-18 03:17 (UTC)

[ Don't mind her, she's just working, focusing on cleaning Catra's bullet wound (it won't be fun for her) and bandaging it once she's made certain there is no bullet in there. It does make her frown at the location, but it doesn't seem to be as bad as she would have thought. ]

Here. [ passing Adora a blister pack of painkillers. ] Have her take these.

Catra, goodness... I'd hate to see who you were fighting.

[Painkillers accepted and stashed away carefully! Otherwise, she's still just keeping Catra as close as is comfortable for her, holding her hand tightly.

... It's not fair, really. It's not fair that Catra is constantly forced to suffer like this, when she's been trying so hard to change and live a better life.]

[i will suffer captcha for THIS THREAD ONLY]

[she's flinching as Otome tends to that bullet wound, and to be honest her fractured arm probably needs a sling. a makeshift sling?? she will make one out of her suit shirt if she has to!!!]

[at Otome's statement, Catra stares into the abyss]

Clowns.

... Clowns?

[ She's moving on to her arm next, frowning and also bandaging what she can there. Yeah, definitely gonna need a sling. ]

[uh

yeah

echoing helplessly:]

Clowns?

[please note Catra had no idea what clowns were before this cyoa]

Clowns.

A stupid clown shot me. Maybe it was clowns who shot down our airship. I don't know! There were just clowns!

Airship-- where even were you?

[ She's so confused. ]

[Tightens her grip on Catra's hand, and quietly:]

It...was like you just... disappeared.

[to Otome]

I don't know. [a bit sharp, but she's not trying to be difficult, she's just. . . frustrated] We were whisked away without warning. Wherever we were, it wasn't anywhere near this stupid school.

[. . .]

[and then, to Adora--]

I think that's exactly what happened.

... That's concerning. The fact that people returned in various states of harm is also a problem...

[ please don't let this become a thing ]

[please.... anyway, adora just shakes her head a bit.]

We... can talk about this later.

Take it easy now, okay? You've been through a lot.

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