week 1

[arsholes]

[Yesterday was, to say the least, an eventful time. 21 people waking up in an alarming kidnapping situation, tempers got heated, salt was thrown, the usual flavor of shenanigans.

Your Alchemist made his appearance, got into several arguments, scruffed a teen and nailed a god. All in all, a productive time! It doesn’t seem like he’ll be making any more public appearances this week but he did say to give him a call.

If you don't want to converse with the Alchemist, there's a whole tower to explore! Check out all the dusty nooks and crannies, read some smutty literature, try to build a death ray, take a cozy bath- the Montessori method of learning. Curiously, starting on Monday there are mysterious leaflet catalogs scattered in several rooms of the tower. There’s no shop name on it, but there are pictures of a variety of fun and fanciful items, just a preview of the many rare and/or exotic goods you could get from one of the shop's Grand Opening Sale blind boxes. There is also a large wooden chest that has appeared in the Entrance Hall right next to the grand entrance doors, despite the fact that they remain locked. A locked mailbox hangs on the wall above the box, along with several envelopes. The mailbox says "CATALOG ORDERS", and there is a handwritten note that adds: "Write your name on the envelope as well as your order. INCLUDE PAYMENT, or it's no deal. <3"

In related news, many of you will also be receiving mysterious gold coins on top of your trunk – maybe this is the payment referenced?


Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday


(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting catalog orders for any threads that aren't with the Alchemist. This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

Comments

warning: Food poisoning, bathroom stuff

[seaweedwrap]

[Hey Abjuration and Evocation dorms, hope no one was planning on doing anything in the bathroom Monday night/Tuesday morning, because sometime around 1amish on Tuesday, Wu is scrambling out of his top bunk and running to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. Unfortunately, he realizes once in there that there are two doors, and is fumbling to lock the second before barely making it into a stall.

He's, uh...in there for a bit. A long bit. It doesn't sound like he's thrown up necessarily but he sure is making pitiful upset sounds in there and he sure has not gotten off the toilet for quite some time. Hope nobody else needs to use the bathroom lol.]

i'm already sorry for this

[draconite]

[ Knockknock. Knockknock.

Pause.

Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock– ]

Hello?! What could possibly be taking so long?

pls never be sorry

[seaweedwrap]

[OH NO WHY IS SOMEONE KNOCKING THAT MUCH]

It's--urk--[hold on, he's Going Through it in here]--it's occupied!

[draconite]

I'm quite aware of that! In fact, it being occupied is precisely the problem!

[ SHE'S RATTLING THE DOORKNOB??? ]

There's no reason for you to have sole claim to the facilities! Whatever business you have, it can be done elsewhere!

[seaweedwrap]

It really can't! [URK....]

You do your business elsewhere!

[draconite]

I shouldn't have to! [ There's a BANG that sounds unpleasantly like she just punched the door. ] Surely you must be aware of how inconsiderate you're being!

[ says the girl harassing the poor man fighting for his life ]

I insist you vacate the facilities at once!

[seaweedwrap]

[Wu flinches at the sound of the bang on the door]

What was that--I can't vacate the facilities! You vacate the facilities! Or find other facilities! I--

[oh no stomach cramp he's just going to double over with a groan]

[draconite]

[ She gives a huge heartfelt uggghhhh of annoyance and slumps against the door. ]

Are you dying in there? Is that what this terrible emergency is? If you think your life is coming to an end, do the responsible thing and seek some medical attention elsewhere!

[seaweedwrap]

I feel like I'm dying.... [it's a whine] But I can't leave!

[draconite]

[ The thought that surfaces not-so-briefly in Bryn's head: if he dies, will they get to go home? Maybe she should just, like... leave him to it?

Then she realizes that the chances of the Alchemist letting them go this soon is pretty low after he's done all this setup and she lets out another groaaaaannn of annoyance. ]

Then contact our host! Demand he provide you with medical assiatance!

[seaweedwrap]

I don't wanna contact him! He's scary! He'd probably metalbend daggers at me or something!

[draconite]

That's not even a real word!

[ THAT'S WHAT SHE'S TAKING ISSUE WITH NOW??? ]

[seaweedwrap]

They're all real words!! [HOW DARE YOU???]

[replacementshield]

[ . . .

.......

Felix kicks the door. ]

You're not dying in there, are you?

[ Why does this happen now of all times when he needs to use the bathroom. Honestly. ]

[seaweedwrap]

[the only thing he's going to get back is a pitiful groan. doesn't sound good]

[replacementshield]

[ Did something just not agree with this poor fool? ]

Say something I can understand if you're not dying. Otherwise I'll kick in the door.

[seaweedwrap]

I feel like I'm dying. [it's a whine] But don't come in!

[replacementshield]

...Ridiculous.

[ But Felix does leave for an hour and then he comes back. Is Prince Wu gone by then, just coming out, or...still inside? ]

[seaweedwrap]

[OH HE'S STILL IN THERE AND THE DOORS ARE LOCKED though there's no dying sounds anymore so that's something. Instead, there's the sound of running water]

[replacementshield]

[ Originally Felix assumed that maybe the man was having gastrointestinal issues, so you know, giving a wide berth and time for that to clear up.

But when he hears the sound of running water and checks the doors are locked, he feels a bit of rising concern. ]

Hey...you didn't die in there, did you?

[ What if he was really dying and he just left him? No, that can't be it! He's just washing his hands, right? ]

[seaweedwrap]

[Wu, who was washing his face, starts a bit, reaching out to turn off the water and reaching for a hand towel to dry off his face]

No, I'm not dead! No thanks to anyone but myself. [he sounds annoyed.]

[replacementshield]

[ He'll just wait patiently, crossing his arms. ]

Hmph. So, you got yourself into that state, then? I assume it was eating the wrong thing, wasn't it?

[seaweedwrap]

[his annoyance increases at that, huffing] I don't know what it was that I could've eaten wrong! It's just been scrambled eggs and fruit and sliced meat and those snacks from the storage closet.

[replacementshield]

[ ... hm. ]

Well, if you're serving yourself something like that and there was nothing obviously wrong with either of those things, then it could just be the snacks.

[ Or maybe the meat. But if snacks are in storage, they could've been hanging around for who knows how long. Honestly, he has no clue. ]

[seaweedwrap]

Oh, I wasn't serving myself that. The staff was. But he was rather skilled, so I don't think it was that. [he's going to just use some of that cheap moisturizer from storage on his hands] It must've been the snacks.