"Thanks, Mei," Chara says with a forced smile. "I guess you kind of have to develop quick reflexes when you're literally raised by an insane devil-worshiping cultist..."
She's genuinely surprised when the professor hands her a platinum coin...
"Ohh... we didn't really do anything but defend ourselves... but thank you, Professor!"
Malvyn gratefully accepts the piece of platinum from Prefesssor Sharpbeak with a polite smile, briefly pondering if he shold keep it as another memory of his quite eventful first day at Strixhaven. "Yes, back to Dresar Hall sounds good." The purple-skinned tiefling says to Mei's suggestion, checking on the tomes in his shoulder bag again. "Don't forget your application now." He says quietly to Mellori beside him with a friendly smile, then ready to head back home.
Mei looks to Guardok after Knap mentions their missing eighth member from the fourth floor. Perhaps he'd prefer to go look for Piero. Mei doesn't mind what they do so long as it keeps her too busy to think. She's embarrassed herself enough today with tears and dramatics... in front of a Professor no less. Not exactly an inspiring future leader.
After a quiet sigh, she puts away the platinum piece then feels for her sketchbook. "I should add the emergency exits to the map," she thinks aloud, hand grazing the bottom of her satchel. "Oh. Where did my sketchbook--did I put it--oh no." Dark purple eyes dart about the mess of debris and she stoops down to pick through some of it in her search before beginning to retrace her steps.
"You all go ahead," she says over her shoulder to the group. "I'll meet you. I just need to find my..." the words that might've ended the thought become worried murmurs instead.
Guardok takes the offered platinum piece and holds it up to the light, "Wow, thanks. Never touched one of these before, let alone owned one".
As everyone discusses their next course of action, he is reminded of Piero. "Of course, Piero. I suppose the only place we know he has definitely been is in the dorm room. Perhaps we should go back and start there".
Noticing Mei frantically searching for something, he wanders over. "You need some help Mei?", he starts to look around. "What are we looking for exactly? Whatever it is, I am sure we will find it".
"Oh, t-that's--are you sure you--you don't have to--" she starts and stops, before nodding with a small smile, grateful for the help. "Thank you. I think I dropped my sketchbook when the attack started." She shuffles through a group of dropped textbooks as the threat of tears prickles hotly behind her eyes again and she huffs at herself in frustration--ever the weeping willow.
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As his purple pointed ears picks up Mei mentioning her sketchbook is lost, Malvyn quickly turns to help out with the search. Not only did he want to help, hoping it would comfort the seeminly still troubled purple-haired girl, but the sketch she made of the maw in the darkness, he wanted to study it closer now as he saw it's significance, maybe it would even help them in their investigation. "I'll help too..."The purple-skinned tiefling says firmly as he starts looking around where he remembers Mei standing during the incident with the toothy trunk. "Let's do this together and we can go back together to our lounge when we've found your sketchbook."He adds with what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
(Not sure it is relevant but just in case, Investigation: 19 )
Mei's heart warms at the offered help from the boys, quelling her fears that it might remain lost forever. "Thank you," she effuses with gratitude. She continues talking to distract herself from any worst case scenarios. "It was, um... It was my mother's. The first pages are all her sketches. I'm not nearly as talented as she was, but... she asked that I fill it with moments and memories." A melancholic smile plays at her lips as she tucks a bit of hair behind her ears. "I'd say we already had a very memorable first day," she adds more brightly this time, though it sounds a bit forced.
((Is it easy enough to find, @DM? I'm sure it is, especially with Malvyn's investigation roll, but just wanted to double check!!))
With a very quick search, Malvyn is able to locate the notebook. Fortunately, it was just resting atop an overturned chair.
It's open to her sketch - anyone near at hand can't miss it. The image has a dark look to it. Given the events that just happened, you do make out parts that show a vague impression of the lofty ceilings of the Biblioplex. And while the 'monster' is mostly teeth, those teeth do bear an uncanny resemblance to the mimic's teeth.
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Stopping to briefly study the sketch he saw earlier once more, looking now for any details that might reveal more about this mystery, Malvyn then takes the sketchbook and calls over to Mei. "Found it."Then walking over to the purple-haired girl. "See, don't worry, you have friends to help you." He says, turning over the sketchbook to her with a hopefully reassuring smile, then ready to head back to Dresar Hall.
Bunny ears bobbing, Mei hurries over to Malvyn and all but glomps the taller tiefling. "Thank you thank you thank you," she chants, then clutches it to her chest with a long exhale of relief. She falls into step next to Guardok as they make their way out of the Biblioplex and bumps him lightly with her hip. "You too. Thank you."
The wizard looks to each person in their little group, feeling already the ties that bind them together--the threads of fate themselves, perhaps. What more lies in store for them? Whatever it is, maybe Marvin’s right… she doesn't have to tackle it alone.
Guardok takes the hip bump in the shoulder and replies with a chuckle, "No worries, I wasn't really much help, I had no idea what your sketch book looked like!".
"Did you really dream that image?", he asks having seen a flash of the sketch in the book as Malvyn had called her over. "You know, there was an old lady called Meg at the circus. I couldn't tell you if she was a gnome or halfling, perhaps even a dwarf or one of you taller folk that just hadn't grown much. Mystic Meg they called her, because she could see the future. At least she claimed as much. She used to use tarot cards with her gift", he says, emphasising the word gift so as to make it sound like a blessing.
Mei tightens her hold on the sketchbook and nods in answer to his first question, then listens with great interest as he describes the circus seer. "A mystic, yes! It's--it's like that. Some people call us fortune tellers, though that has certain, um...” she winces, “connotations to it. In my village, we're called Dreamers," she explains, hopping along on one foot as she fixes her slipper. "Every generation, the Dreaming is passed down to one girl in our family, thoooough we all have our own methods of divination. My mother used floromancy and my grandmother uses astromancy. The, oh! T-that's using flowers and stars." Mei smiles and pats her card holster, "I favor cartomancy like your Mystic Meg."
Her expression falls slightly. "And it is! A gift, I mean,” she says and it sounds as though she’s also trying to convince herself of that. “But my Dreams have always been... different. Darker." A keen ear might hear that’s not the whole truth of it. "But they're not usually as clear as this one was. Though it... maybe the professor was right and I’m just being…over dramatic.”
Mae thought she caught a glimpse of the dark sketches in the notebook, but seeing Mei surrounded by others she decided it wasn't her place for the time being, to press the girl about the drawings. She had tried drawing and painting some growing up, but never really took to it, her designs were mediocre at best usually, except for painting her face, she had managed that skill at least. So she waited nearby, humming softly to herself with one hand in her bag still.
As Mei all but glomps him, Malvyn all but freezes in place, his fiery red eyes going wide with almost panic, then getting a quite strained expression on his purple sinister face, then just standing there as the purple-haired girl leaves, his hand going to the tomes in his shoulder bag to ground himself again. I takes a moment for him to start moving again, following the others back to Dresar Hall.
"Sounds like you are quite special Mei, being chosen for the Dreaming. In truth, Mystic Meg always kind of gave me the heebie jeebies. I don't get that from you at all, dark dreams or not. I am sure you will figure it out anyway, and I think some of our dorm mates are really smart if you need help", Guardok says as they wander back towards Dresar Hall.
As the others help Mei, Mellori pops away the platinum piece - and then completes the application form for working at the library, resting on her backpack. She makes a mental note to hand it in at the correct desk as they make their way back through the Biblioplex.
She only catches the last part of the conversation. "Dreams,"she echoes, not understanding what the chat was about. "Funny things."And with that she smiles at the group. "Is that it for the scavenger hunt? If so, what now?"
Special? Mei falls silent, contemplating the word. Her grandmother would agree, but… it could have just as easily been one of her sisters—should have been one of them perhaps, each with the makings of the matriarch and Dreamweaver their village deserves. Instead they have her—timid and unsure of herself with no natural talent. Broken with no control over the Dreaming despite a decade of dedicated training. Dreams that are… wrong and full of death.
Special…
“I’m glad you don’t find me creepy,” she says with a bright grin and soft laugh. Then asks in a not-so-covert change of subject away from herself, “Did you ever get a reading from Meg? Or did the heEEeebie-jeeEEeebies keep you away?” She wiggles her fingers at him all spooky like.
((Feel free to move us into the lounge if everyone else is ready to move on! You know me, I will happily RP til the cows come home haha!))
After Melloridropped off her application, the group headed out of the Biblioplex. Milling around just outside were a fair number of first-year students. You catch sight of Professor Sharpbeak trying to get groups organized and headed back into the building. The process seems to be going slowly. As you walk back the rest of the campus seems kind of empty, so it takes little time to get back to Dresar Hall. Going upstairs, you are all soon in the lounge. You don't immediately see Lesviel.
When they get back to the fourth floor of Dresar Hall, Guardok turns to the others and says, "I will meet you in the lounge in a minute, I want to check my dorm room for Piero".
On their way from the Biblioplex, Malvyn would walk a bit behind the others and when they finally reach the lounge of the 4th floor of Dresar Hall he takes a seat, no crashes, into a comfy couch, quite exhausted after the day's many social interactions, talking to more new people than he would do in a year in his former life in Baldur's Gate, and it wasn't even midday yet. If it weren't for the incident with the toothy trunk he would most likey just have gone to his room for a quiet rest, hopefully without any instrumental rehearsals, or maybe just to the study room for some quiet and relaxing reading, but first he felt they would have to address what had happened at the end of the scavanger hunt. Seated in the sofa he leans back and tries to relax until the others have gathered, his hand again going to the tomes in his shoulder bag, for comfort and reassurance, his head leaned back too now, almost falling asleep with exhuastion right then and there.
"Thanks, Mei," Chara says with a forced smile. "I guess you kind of have to develop quick reflexes when you're literally raised by an insane devil-worshiping cultist..."
She's genuinely surprised when the professor hands her a platinum coin...
"Ohh... we didn't really do anything but defend ourselves... but thank you, Professor!"
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Malvyn gratefully accepts the piece of platinum from Prefesssor Sharpbeak with a polite smile, briefly pondering if he shold keep it as another memory of his quite eventful first day at Strixhaven. "Yes, back to Dresar Hall sounds good." The purple-skinned tiefling says to Mei's suggestion, checking on the tomes in his shoulder bag again. "Don't forget your application now." He says quietly to Mellori beside him with a friendly smile, then ready to head back home.
Mei looks to Guardok after Knap mentions their missing eighth member from the fourth floor. Perhaps he'd prefer to go look for Piero. Mei doesn't mind what they do so long as it keeps her too busy to think. She's embarrassed herself enough today with tears and dramatics... in front of a Professor no less. Not exactly an inspiring future leader.
After a quiet sigh, she puts away the platinum piece then feels for her sketchbook. "I should add the emergency exits to the map," she thinks aloud, hand grazing the bottom of her satchel. "Oh. Where did my sketchbook--did I put it--oh no." Dark purple eyes dart about the mess of debris and she stoops down to pick through some of it in her search before beginning to retrace her steps.
"You all go ahead," she says over her shoulder to the group. "I'll meet you. I just need to find my..." the words that might've ended the thought become worried murmurs instead.
Guardok takes the offered platinum piece and holds it up to the light, "Wow, thanks. Never touched one of these before, let alone owned one".
As everyone discusses their next course of action, he is reminded of Piero. "Of course, Piero. I suppose the only place we know he has definitely been is in the dorm room. Perhaps we should go back and start there".
Noticing Mei frantically searching for something, he wanders over. "You need some help Mei?", he starts to look around. "What are we looking for exactly? Whatever it is, I am sure we will find it".
"Oh, t-that's--are you sure you--you don't have to--" she starts and stops, before nodding with a small smile, grateful for the help. "Thank you. I think I dropped my sketchbook when the attack started." She shuffles through a group of dropped textbooks as the threat of tears prickles hotly behind her eyes again and she huffs at herself in frustration--ever the weeping willow.
As his purple pointed ears picks up Mei mentioning her sketchbook is lost, Malvyn quickly turns to help out with the search. Not only did he want to help, hoping it would comfort the seeminly still troubled purple-haired girl, but the sketch she made of the maw in the darkness, he wanted to study it closer now as he saw it's significance, maybe it would even help them in their investigation. "I'll help too..." The purple-skinned tiefling says firmly as he starts looking around where he remembers Mei standing during the incident with the toothy trunk. "Let's do this together and we can go back together to our lounge when we've found your sketchbook." He adds with what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
(Not sure it is relevant but just in case, Investigation: 19 )
Mei's heart warms at the offered help from the boys, quelling her fears that it might remain lost forever. "Thank you," she effuses with gratitude. She continues talking to distract herself from any worst case scenarios. "It was, um... It was my mother's. The first pages are all her sketches. I'm not nearly as talented as she was, but... she asked that I fill it with moments and memories." A melancholic smile plays at her lips as she tucks a bit of hair behind her ears. "I'd say we already had a very memorable first day," she adds more brightly this time, though it sounds a bit forced.
((Is it easy enough to find, @DM? I'm sure it is, especially with Malvyn's investigation roll, but just wanted to double check!!))
With a very quick search, Malvyn is able to locate the notebook. Fortunately, it was just resting atop an overturned chair.
It's open to her sketch - anyone near at hand can't miss it. The image has a dark look to it. Given the events that just happened, you do make out parts that show a vague impression of the lofty ceilings of the Biblioplex. And while the 'monster' is mostly teeth, those teeth do bear an uncanny resemblance to the mimic's teeth.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Stopping to briefly study the sketch he saw earlier once more, looking now for any details that might reveal more about this mystery, Malvyn then takes the sketchbook and calls over to Mei. "Found it." Then walking over to the purple-haired girl. "See, don't worry, you have friends to help you." He says, turning over the sketchbook to her with a hopefully reassuring smile, then ready to head back to Dresar Hall.
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Bunny ears bobbing, Mei hurries over to Malvyn and all but glomps the taller tiefling. "Thank you thank you thank you," she chants, then clutches it to her chest with a long exhale of relief. She falls into step next to Guardok as they make their way out of the Biblioplex and bumps him lightly with her hip. "You too. Thank you."
The wizard looks to each person in their little group, feeling already the ties that bind them together--the threads of fate themselves, perhaps. What more lies in store for them? Whatever it is, maybe Marvin’s right… she doesn't have to tackle it alone.
'You have friends to help you.'
Guardok takes the hip bump in the shoulder and replies with a chuckle, "No worries, I wasn't really much help, I had no idea what your sketch book looked like!".
"Did you really dream that image?", he asks having seen a flash of the sketch in the book as Malvyn had called her over. "You know, there was an old lady called Meg at the circus. I couldn't tell you if she was a gnome or halfling, perhaps even a dwarf or one of you taller folk that just hadn't grown much. Mystic Meg they called her, because she could see the future. At least she claimed as much. She used to use tarot cards with her gift", he says, emphasising the word gift so as to make it sound like a blessing.
Mei tightens her hold on the sketchbook and nods in answer to his first question, then listens with great interest as he describes the circus seer. "A mystic, yes! It's--it's like that. Some people call us fortune tellers, though that has certain, um...” she winces, “connotations to it. In my village, we're called Dreamers," she explains, hopping along on one foot as she fixes her slipper. "Every generation, the Dreaming is passed down to one girl in our family, thoooough we all have our own methods of divination. My mother used floromancy and my grandmother uses astromancy. The, oh! T-that's using flowers and stars." Mei smiles and pats her card holster, "I favor cartomancy like your Mystic Meg."
Her expression falls slightly. "And it is! A gift, I mean,” she says and it sounds as though she’s also trying to convince herself of that. “But my Dreams have always been... different. Darker." A keen ear might hear that’s not the whole truth of it. "But they're not usually as clear as this one was. Though it... maybe the professor was right and I’m just being…over dramatic.”
Mae thought she caught a glimpse of the dark sketches in the notebook, but seeing Mei surrounded by others she decided it wasn't her place for the time being, to press the girl about the drawings. She had tried drawing and painting some growing up, but never really took to it, her designs were mediocre at best usually, except for painting her face, she had managed that skill at least. So she waited nearby, humming softly to herself with one hand in her bag still.
As Mei all but glomps him, Malvyn all but freezes in place, his fiery red eyes going wide with almost panic, then getting a quite strained expression on his purple sinister face, then just standing there as the purple-haired girl leaves, his hand going to the tomes in his shoulder bag to ground himself again. I takes a moment for him to start moving again, following the others back to Dresar Hall.
"Sounds like you are quite special Mei, being chosen for the Dreaming. In truth, Mystic Meg always kind of gave me the heebie jeebies. I don't get that from you at all, dark dreams or not. I am sure you will figure it out anyway, and I think some of our dorm mates are really smart if you need help", Guardok says as they wander back towards Dresar Hall.
As the others help Mei, Mellori pops away the platinum piece - and then completes the application form for working at the library, resting on her backpack. She makes a mental note to hand it in at the correct desk as they make their way back through the Biblioplex.
She only catches the last part of the conversation. "Dreams," she echoes, not understanding what the chat was about. "Funny things." And with that she smiles at the group. "Is that it for the scavenger hunt? If so, what now?"
Special? Mei falls silent, contemplating the word. Her grandmother would agree, but… it could have just as easily been one of her sisters—should have been one of them perhaps, each with the makings of the matriarch and Dreamweaver their village deserves. Instead they have her—timid and unsure of herself with no natural talent. Broken with no control over the Dreaming despite a decade of dedicated training. Dreams that are… wrong and full of death.
Special…
“I’m glad you don’t find me creepy,” she says with a bright grin and soft laugh. Then asks in a not-so-covert change of subject away from herself, “Did you ever get a reading from Meg? Or did the heEEeebie-jeeEEeebies keep you away?” She wiggles her fingers at him all spooky like.
((Feel free to move us into the lounge if everyone else is ready to move on! You know me, I will happily RP til the cows come home haha!))
After Mellori dropped off her application, the group headed out of the Biblioplex. Milling around just outside were a fair number of first-year students. You catch sight of Professor Sharpbeak trying to get groups organized and headed back into the building. The process seems to be going slowly. As you walk back the rest of the campus seems kind of empty, so it takes little time to get back to Dresar Hall. Going upstairs, you are all soon in the lounge. You don't immediately see Lesviel.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
When they get back to the fourth floor of Dresar Hall, Guardok turns to the others and says, "I will meet you in the lounge in a minute, I want to check my dorm room for Piero".
With that he heads to his room to look around.
On their way from the Biblioplex, Malvyn would walk a bit behind the others and when they finally reach the lounge of the 4th floor of Dresar Hall he takes a seat, no crashes, into a comfy couch, quite exhausted after the day's many social interactions, talking to more new people than he would do in a year in his former life in Baldur's Gate, and it wasn't even midday yet. If it weren't for the incident with the toothy trunk he would most likey just have gone to his room for a quiet rest, hopefully without any instrumental rehearsals, or maybe just to the study room for some quiet and relaxing reading, but first he felt they would have to address what had happened at the end of the scavanger hunt. Seated in the sofa he leans back and tries to relax until the others have gathered, his hand again going to the tomes in his shoulder bag, for comfort and reassurance, his head leaned back too now, almost falling asleep with exhuastion right then and there.