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 Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 9:28 am
((The air is chill outside, where Jaycee just came from)) The common room here was far different than in the Marie christine dormitories. It seemed much more like home than the silvery wooden pillars in his own dorm. It also had fewer exits, and seemed much more close. " more difficult to travel around, good terrain to fight in". Not that he even suspected he'd have to fight in here, but it never hurt to know your ground. Those thoughts had already completed by the time he stepped inside, processed in the moment between him letting go of the door and entering the building. wolfiso "Thank you Jaycee." She said turning back to face him and removing the cloak, garment, whateveritwas and offering it back. "It was foolish of me but I appreciate your assistance. I can manage on my own from here." Taking the yukata back gratefully, Jaycee smiled wryly. His voice carried the same dryly amused tone that his face expressed " You're quite welcome.". Although he didn't realize it, he had given a little bow as he spoke. He continued speaking in the same softly amused voice "And I actually thought that was quite smart. Now you have a perfectly legitimate excuse to skip any classes you don't like." People often didn't understand Jaycee's humor, but it somehow slipped into his speech anyways. Something he needed to work on. Turning back towards the door, he suddenly remembered the books in his hand. Pivoting on his boot to continue turning, he faced back towards the little elf " Oh, Mackenzie, two things. I noticed you weren't in the clerical arts class, so I thought I'd bring you the books for the class. He didn't really teach anything this time, just demonstrated his ability to heal" " Nice way to gloss over the fact you cut off his arm" his mind snickered at him. Jaycee ignored it, and stepped forwards, offering the two books from class " So, yeah, here are the books. The other thing is... do you know when the meals are around here?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:14 am
Mendacii You're quite welcome, and I actually thought that was quite smart. Now you have a perfectly legitimate excuse to skip any classes you don't like. Mackenzie smiled politely. She didn't know what on earth he meant by that, and was tempted to ask but it seemed he had other things to talk about. Mendacii Oh, Mackenzie, two things. I noticed you weren't in the clerical arts class, so I thought I'd bring you the books for the class. He didn't really teach anything this time, just demonstrated his ability to heal. So, yeah, here are the books. The other thing is... do you know when the meals are around here?" She thought as she nodded appreciatively. She heard him step forward but decided it would be easier for all if she didn't try to hunt out the books with her hands. Her senses weren't that precise, so she just held her arms out for him to hand her the books. "They mentioned something the other night at that meeting, but ..." she paused and thought it over for a moment. "There's a main dining hall in the castle, and a kitchen in this dorm. There's probably one for every dormitory." Her stomach made itself known again, complaining about its one lousy muffin. I'll head off to the kitchen after I clean up, Rae's probably trying to make coffee. Though why that would take all day... her thoughts trailed off.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:08 am
Somehow, Jaycee got the feeling that Mackenzie hadn't understood his attempt at a joke. " Oh well, only a few people really ever got it anyways..." He probably just had a lousy sense of humor, for so few to understand him. Watching Mackenzie hold out her hands for the books, one of Jaycee's eyebrows quirked slightly. It was interesting to see how she dealt with being blind. She could move around well, and she had even taken his hand in the earth elemental class after they had collided. But some things it appeared gave her more trouble. Putting the thoughts aside, he set the books into her outstretched hands. Once he had given her the books, he stpped back a pace, not even really thinking about it. Jaycee definitely didn't appreciate people too close to him. One of his finely fingered hands rose to his lips as he listened to the little elf. Once she finished, he nodded to show his understanding, before checking himself. She couldn't see him nod! " Mmm, thank you. I'll let you go now, before you catch a cold in those wet clothes. Salvare te Iubeo Mackenzie" Hoping that the little elf understood the latin phrase of farewell, Jaycee pondered his next course of action. He thought Kimora might have been in this dorm, and he wanted to set up a practice session with her, but he wasn't certain which room she was in. So, giving up that idea, he once again turned for the door. The Yukata in his hands was damp, but warm, so he stopped for a moment while tying it back on. Then, pushing the door open, he hurried out into the cold evening. ((Leaving this warm and cheery place for a somewhat more empty one here))
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:57 pm
Mackenzie listened to Jaycee's goodbye, keeping the books at a reasonable distance so as not to get them wet. She hadn't understood his last words, but they had sounded like Latin, or maybe Italian. She'd heard languages in her travels with Raelin, but the only extra language she knew was some really simple germanic. Maybe they had language classes here, or one of the other students might tutor her. She let her thoughts trail off as she approached her room, she whispered her name to open the door and began her ritual to get past Rae's security system. It wasn't hard or anything, half of it was entirely muscle memory anyway. It wasn't until she was halfway through the pattern that she realized she couldn't hear the tripwires and other objects. There was no security system. What the blazes... Still dripping she risked the possibility she'd missed some and hurried into the room. ((Entering here))
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:07 am
Mackenzie left her dorm room with one hand on the railing and the other carrying her homework. It was now evening and as he stomach had begun requesting sustenance she sought it out. She made her way to where she knew a kitchen would be and was pleasantly surprised when a staff member took her hand and placed a large pastry of some sort (muffin, yay blaugh ) into her cupped hands. The same hands turned her back around and sent her back towards the common room. She settled on the semi-couch and hunched over the muffin breaking pieces off with one hand and cupping the crumbling whole with the other. The pastry wasn't warm, but it was fresh that day and not stale. After about ten minutes, during which she'd finished the muffin and slouched into the sofa, she heard feet approaching. Sitting up she felt someone sit on the couch next to her and pull an endtable around. The person, who smelled feminine spicy and gave off an unusually high amount of body heat and sank her end of the couch considerably, gently took one of Mackenzie's hands and guided them to the objects she'd set on the endtable. As Mackenzie touched each object the woman's firm raspy voice named them off, "Milk, Potato Soup, Jerky." Having made sure the blind girl knew what she had to eat, the woman stood up and said a gruff "bon appetit" before stomping away. Mackenzie called off a startled "Thank you" after the retreating woman before slowly moving her hands back to where her favorite comfort foods sat. She ate the warm soup slowly and drained the big glass of milk. Munching on the jerky that nicely reminded her of evenings camping with Rae, Mackenzie dozed off leaning against arm of the couch before the Kitchen Patrol cleared her dishes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:33 pm
Heather brushed her hands off on her apron and ambled over to poke a little at the kitchen fire. She peeked through the service window and let herself quirk a smile. The small one had fallen asleep on the couch. She'd been working in the kitchens for many years and nothing was ever sweeter than a sight like this. She went to the cupboard by the door and dug around a bit until she found what she was looking for. She dragged out the small wool blanket she kept here for such occasions and walked out into the commons area.
The petite girl had slumped against the couch with her head on one arm and the other limply grasping a piece of paper on her lap. Heather took the paper and set it on the endtable which she replaced next to the couch. She lifted the girls legs up onto the couch and arranged her in a comfortable position before tucking the blanket around her.
Turning to add some wood to the common room fire she noticed the paper the girl had been holding. It appeared to be a supply list and on a closer look she recognized the handwriting. She dissapeared into the kitchen and returned a few miutes later with an aged mismatched mortar and pestle, and four glass jars. She arranged them next to and weighting down the list before doddering off into the kitchen and her quarters at the back. I'm gettin' soft in my old age. She thought to herself as seh prepared for bed. I mean it's not like we could've used the grinding set, we have better ones and those lost their mates to cracking and mold. The girls clothes didn't fit her right either. She can't have a cent to spare. The old woman knew she was only justifying her actions for the sake of not seeming like such a bleeding heart to herself, but let herself do it anyway. She slept just off the kitchen, and light enough to hear anyone poking around in the kitchen. Besides if anyone were to get awfully hungry her empathy should wake her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:26 pm
Caitlin shuffled into the room and sat on the floor against the wall and just watched the room.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 5:50 pm
Mackenzie woke up sometime around midnight. She hadn't slept deply enough for dreaming, but her rest was troubled all the same. The rough blanket she brushed aside and felt around for her supply list. After a breif scan of the couch she found it, along with a quintet of objects, four bottles (presumebly glass) and a rough stone bowl and stick. There was no explanation given for how they came to be there, but after rolling the stick around her hand and the bowl, she found a grip and set, so she assumed this was a mortar and pestle. She'd been taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth and so she gathered up the objects and carried them off to her room. After settling them on her dresser, she found she was not inclined to sleep, and so gathered up her staff and cloak instead to go for a walk. She slipped out a back door of the dormitory and fell into an reverie of wandering feet and thoughts. ((Headed into the woods
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