arsarcana | week 1

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week 1

[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! ))

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[In the leaflet catalogs scattered around the tower, there are three Weekly Deals:

Exotic Chair (Not Satanic): An exotic chair that is surely not satanic. [2 gold]

Christine Jr.: A tiny red convertible. It's powered by pedals like a bicycle, with a steering wheel. For some reason it makes you think of old men in silly hats. [3 gold]

The Tingler: The whole hand tingles from wearing this ring, as if more blood rushes through the area. [1 gold]]

Edited 2022-03-21 17:03 (UTC)

[The statue in the Abjuration dorm was very quiet overnight; it wasn’t wholly clear if he slept or not, but the night was spent sitting with his back to a wall—not like he could fit in the bed.]

[This was a real problem. Honestly, it managed to be the smallest of his current issues, but it was no less in need of a solution. He just had to…well, remember what he was supposed to look like. It had been a while, after all.]

[Early morning found a new face in the armory, swinging a training sword with the careful practice of an expert. He looked to be a little under six feet tall, but carried himself with the demeanor of…well, a thirteen-foot statue.]

[As the day continued, he could also be found in the library—either paging through books or giving his transmitter a closer inspection now that he could actually hold the thing without shattering it.]

Edited 2022-03-21 17:24 (UTC)

[What a ridiculous ordeal this is! Katsuya has been dealing with some incredible messes the last few weeks, what with Personas and JOKER and the New World Order trying to make Sumaru City float in the air via ancient alien spaceship following the orders of some ancient mummy. Now he's in mage school where they have to kill each other. How did his life go off the rails like this, he has to wonder.

Great Hall

There's Katsuya, with a steaming mug of coffee, sitting to the table. It seems he just finished breakfast. Still, one look at him shows that he probably didn't sleep a wink last night at all. In fact, he looks absolutely terrible! Exhausted, that's how he looks. He tried his best to make himself look very presentable, but it can't help that much. Oh well.

When he sees someone, he looks up]

How was your first night in this ridiculous academy?

[You doing okay?

Storage Room

It seems Katsuya found one of the catalogs. Looking at it, he sees the Exotic and totally not satanic chair. He's holding the leaflet as if it's an incredibly hideous object, and looks at the chair as if he wants to incinerate the very paper it's printed on]

This is hideous! Such a ridiculous object would clash against any decor. Who in their right mind would even think of acquiring this chair?!

[Apparently Katsuya's immediate concern is to criticize how badly it'd fit a room's decor, huh]

[Waking up in the morning, it's a little weird for Bruno to realize that he's still here. He's not exactly given to huge, elaborate dreams like this; mostly, he doesn't sleep well enough to remember them at all. But still - this is all pretty wild, right?

It's not...all bad, though. Right after waking up, he takes a long, hot bath. It's beautiful. It's luxurious. He probably hasn't been this clean in ten years! Sorry to, uh, everyone else in Conjuration Dorm, though.

After that, he sneaks down to the kitchen. Keyword being sneaks. Sure, he knows logically that he doesn't have to hide here. Everybody in the building already knows he's present. Even if they didn't, these aren't really the people he has to hide from. But old habits die hard, and the act of just walking into the kitchen in broad daylight, like a normal person - it's nerve-wracking. He ends up nibbling on a piece of bread in a corner of the room, too nervous to sit and also apparently too nervous to actually take the time to toast it. At least...at least he's not really hiding?

Breakfast eaten, there’s not much to do. But Bruno's used to that! There aren't always new cracks to patch, so he's learned to make his own fun! For a long time, he sits in the tinkerer's workshop - off in a corner, of course, tucked safely out of the way. Initially, he's just playing around with the wealth of new materials, but eventually he does start in on a project. It looks like a tiny wooden car? Christine Jr., Jr.!]

[Mei walks into the library, pauses, and stares.]

Wait, somebody new? How'd you get here?

I have been here since yesterday.

[The unamused voice was no longer echoing, but it was unmistakably the same.]

[Stella has little to no patience for others with anxiety. Just ask Terra, or Bloom how patient Stella had been with them. This is why, when she heads to the kitchen, and catches Bruno lingering in the corner with just a piece of bread in his hand, plain, she doesn't just let it go.

While she pulls ingredients from the icebox, she also finds some jam, and sets it on the counter with more force than is polite.]

At least put something on it. [like....seriously, bro. What the hell. Then she returns to finding her ingredients.]

This is the reverse of who should be offering who what-- but would you like some eggs? I'm going to accidentally make too many.

[Bruno startles at the slamming of the jam, for all that he's also clearly been paying attention to Stella since she walked into the room.]

Uh...okay. [He guesses that makes sense...Bruno slinks forward to accept the jam. He looks alarmed by the offer, though.] Oh! Oh, no no, you're right, that's - I can make them, if you want. I can cook eggs.

[He hasn't for more than a decade, but he probably still can!]

You're eating plain bread. [Stella does not trust this man to make her anything-- she's pretty sure when he's saying he can cook eggs, that he'll boil it, or something equally offensive.]

I'll let you start the stove.

I'm eating fresh plain bread!

[The standards are low! But Bruno leans forward to turn the stove on anyhow.]

Are there vegetables? I'll chop. I used to do that every morning, with my sister.

I have seen worse.

[...who the hell is this guy]

Really? I don't remember seeing you anywhere, though it was a little chaotic, so maybe I've just forgotten. I'm sorry!

[She pulls out her transmitter and carefully scrolls through the list, frowning in confusion.]

Wait, unless... Oh! It's because you were in armour before!

That would be correct, yes.

[not even looking up from his book]

Was there something you required?

[come the next morning, Wu is out of bed somewhere around late morning. After spending an inordinate amount of time in both the shower and the adjoining bathroom, Wu emerges and heads straight for the armory. Once there, he makes a solid attempt to gather whatever weapons he can. Unfortunately, this man is a twig, so that amounts to like a spear and maybe a sword and a couple arrows. Nevertheless, he is going to carry (with some difficulty and a lot of breaks) his haul to the Entrance Hall, where he drops them on the floor in front of the door. He then picks up the sword, which takes far more effort than one would think, and does his best to shove it between the two doors so it sticks out perpendicular to them. Wu then proceeds to wrap his hands around the handle of the sword and lean back parallel to the door, putting all his weight on the sword in an attempt to pry the doors open.]

Hnnnnnghhhh! [unsurprisingly, the sword barely seems to bend at all, despite the obvious effort he's putting in. In fact, the tension the sword is under seems to have had enough, and it slips from his sweaty hands, leaving him with nothing to hold on to. Also, he was putting his weight on the whole thing, so as soon as he's no longer holding onto it, he's falling backwards onto the floor with a yelp. He tries to sit up immediately afterwards--unfortunately, the sword is waving back and forth, and therefore smacks him in the forehead with the flat of the handle.

Another yelp, louder this time, and Wu's back on the floor, clutching his forehead, wailing:] Wu down!

[after being unsuccessful at opening the door, leaves the weapons on the floor by the door and goes wandering to the kitchen. He stands there for several minutes just....looking around. As if expecting something. He folds his arms, foot tapping, until eventually, in a rather annoyed tone:]

Hello? Excuse me? Where is the staff here?!

[Eventually, whether through waiting there forever or someone actually informing him otherwise, Wu will come to the horrible realization that there is no serving staff here. Therefore, he's decided to find the storage room and start loading up on bags of crackers and pretzels, as well as almost two of every single grooming supplies there is. He's currently making a pile in the middle of the room, and if anyone gets near it, he'll whip his head around to glare at them and proclaim:]

Ah, ah, ah, don't even think about it! Those are mine!

[oh Katsuya, you asked the wrong guy that question. Wu, who had been sitting at the table, bent over it with his face to the surface, now lifts his head to look at him. He manages to keep a straight face for half a moment before his bottom lip starts to quiver and his eyes get a little misty, before he opens his mouth and outright wails]

Horrible! Just horrible! The bed was too small and too high and one of my roommates definitely snores and I have bags under my eyes because I couldn't sleep thinking that scary Alchemist guy was watching us and I might have a pimple and I want to go hooooooome!

Edited 2022-03-21 20:17 (UTC)

Are you truly so foolish as to expect staff in a place such as this? Surely you can not be incompetent enough as to need everything done for you.

[Yesterday was a little frustrating, to say the least, so Loki heads to the training room to get a little aggression out. His thoughts of murdering a practice dummy are derailed when he sees a face he most certainly didn't notice at the gathering yesterday.]

Are you a new captive, or a regular denizen of this tower?

[GODS HE CAN NOT GET AWAY FROM YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR SILLY QUESTIONS]

And here I dared presume thanks were in order for not leaving you a decorative wall ornament, highness.

[look at that, he has a sense of humor. that was a joke, right?]

[Wu's head whips around to look at the man standing in the kitchen, eyes narrowing, bristling at that last sentence especially]

I would expect staff in any place that would house royalty! And anyway, I'm a prin--er, king! Why would I not delegate the less important things to others. That's what a king does!

[Nope.]

I believe you are mistaken. That was an exceedingly tall sentient suit of armor. [Loki smirks. At least in this for he'll get to enjoy the facial expressions Somnus makes in reaction to his jabs.]

I dare say you will find the accommodations our jailers provided us more useful in this form.

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