AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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...as you'd like. [...] Admittedly, I've been quite curious myself. Shall we?

[evocationary]

Sure. Let's go.

[...] Can you just do the portal thing, or do you actually like walking?

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I can do the portal thing, but I do enjoy walking. If you prefer, however, we can transport ourselves that way.

[evocationary]

We can walk, then. Might as well use my legs. Shoo. Go on then. [off they go!!]

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[off they go!! they begin to walk, leading lup onward and out through the revolving door.

it spits them out on the quad between all four dorms though, and for a moment gemini pauses.]

...dormitories?

[evocationary]

Oh, this brings back memories.

[she says, absently.]

Do you want to look in all of them? [her gaze goes to spring first, but.]

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[they are staring directly at fall dorm, but turn to see where her gaze lies.]

...we may as well since they're all here. We can begin with Spring and go in seasonal order.

[evocationary]

[a pause, and then:]

Sure, but we could also do Fall first. [she caught that gaze.]

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...you're sure? [to be fair the two dorms are literally in opposite directions, so.]

We may as well start here since it's behind us. And then work our way through. It won't be for long either.

[evocationary]

Yeah. It doesn't really matter to me, Lucretia isn't here. [... ):]

Let's go, then.

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[and so they will enter fall dorm. the description is

The inside of the dorm is cozy and comfortable with color schemes of reds, oranges, olives, and browns. Even with a few fireplaces going, the temperature is always moderate; just warm enough to not freeze, but just cool enough to be able to snuggle in the many nice blankets. Autumn leaves on brown cord drape down from most of the main ceilings, and students can run their fingers through the ends if they stretch high enough.

There aren't any portraits on the walls here, only rustic and autumn-inspired landscapes whose green summer is fading into the oncoming darkness of winter. The aesthetic is gently vintage, but not ancient. Somehow, even the bit of skip in timeline feels like a piece of home.

Each suite follows a more gothic theme with bedding and curtains: dark, rich wood with black sheets and pillows. But all students, of course, have current amenities.

so yeah. they wander a bit, seemingly memorizing the inside and really getting a sense of what's going on here before they start to drift upstairs.]

...who is Lucretia?

[evocationary]

[oh, she adores it here, this is like all of her favorite colors and things.]

Ahh, my friend. One of my very closest friends. [she trails after them.] She was here.

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[it's a little gloomy, but it's suitable. they climb upstairs and they begin to poke around in the bedrooms out of curiosity.]

In the Spring dorm, I assume?

[evocationary]

Mmhm. With uh... Molly. I think.

[a beat.] And Claude? I have not asked anybody anything because usually I mention the furby and they get caught up in asking about it.

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To be completely fair, your furby is terrifying. [wandering, wandering.]

...but I don't think it's bad to ask later, after the fact.

[evocationary]

It is also dead. [she says, absently. she has to remind herself of that, sometimes.]

Maybe I will. I don't know how much I want to know about the suffering my family went through.

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It is also dead. [they repeat it for her.]

...it isn't pleasant, but I think I would want to know just to be even more grateful they made it out and survived in the end. And if there was anything that changed them, or anything they might be still trying to cope with. It's best to know if...

["If I can help."]

[evocationary]

[a pause, and then she glances up at them.]

... Yeah. [...] Don't burn out.

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[...there's a slight laugh that maybe doesn't quite fit what she expected.]

I won't. I can't. [but they straighten up, finally climbing up to the highest floor whether lup follows or not.

The third floor is actually a studio room, sectioned into a mini kitchen, a common area with a half wall for a bed, and a bathroom. The room itself follows the same architectural pattern the student dorms do, done in the same colors of Fall Dorm. There's also a couch on one of the walls.

There's a simple desk and chair on one side of the common area. Some books and a laptop are opened. Above the desk is a dual dry-erase and corkboard. There may have been pictures pinned there once before.

Beside the desk in the corner is a baseball equipment bag with a varsity jacket thrown over it.

they seem to just be eyeballing the room.]

[evocationary]

[don't laugh bitterly at your own advice you dingus child

but - she does follow them up, frowning.]

Are you looking for something? [she's specifically not touching.]

[guestservices]

Hm? Oh. No. I suppose I was simply curious what the living quarters of the dormheads looked like. I've been told that they were people whose memories had been completely replaced to perfectly integrate to the school setting.

[evocationary]

Oh, really? [she glances around the room, and wanders over to peek at the laptop.]

Man. These places like screwing with the memories of the hosts, huh.

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[the screensaver is probably on because i don't know what anna actually had on riku's laptop and i don't want to know.]

So it seems. This round may have received the worst treatment. New names, new backstories, and a deep hold within the story that made it difficult for them to break out of.

[evocationary]

[looks at anna i don't either

she opens her mouth at that, and then abruptly closes it, ear flicking.]

Sure. But they made it out.

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[. . .]

...just remember that you did as well, Lup.