Erato

[The rhythmic sweeping of a brush against the classroom floor could be heard, along with some grumbling --]

... mou, how could they... ditch me like this...

[-- as she swept dirt left over from the day's activities. She looks at the board -- filled with scribbles: "You can do it, Class President!" "Good luck!" "Do your best!" and a drawing of an umbrella with her name right beside a guy's that has been smudged out.

She sighs and carries on with her work, discarding her jacket and bowtie aside, and rolled her sleeves up to start working on the blackboard...]


(( OOC: Poor girl's been ditched by her classmates after a tiring "Cultural Day" :( Bother her? Keep her company ~ X3;; Have at!))

AH HA! [You might hear subtle hints of things exploding in the background—small things! It's really more like popping. Nothing at all to concern yourself with!]

Now that the prototype is done, I'd like to—what was that phrasing again? Ah yes!—wish you all a Merry Christmas. My gifts for everyone should be making their way around.

((OOC: Mistletoe-kun is all about bringing people together—mostly their bodies. When one of the delightful little inventions finds two (or more) people together it puts up an invisible barrier around them. You might not even notice it at first unless you see the plant dangling from the hovering, silver ball above you. But you might need a little motivation so the barrier will be shrinking and shrinking and shrinking. Snuggle up! Take off your clothes and stay awhile! If you don't want to get squished—and we hope you don't—you'll need to get physical. Once you get started the barrier will get a little bigger to give you room to work, but it won't fade away until you're good and done~ Don't worry, the robot will prompt you if you're confused. Feel free to post here and get spammed with loving!))

[It was cold, very cold. She was snuggled up under many blankets, but still the cold permeated to her flesh in ways that made her body tense, and constantly shivery. She pulled her legs up closer to her chest, and held them there, all of her covered except the top of her head, which was covered by a knit hat, and her eyes, which were closed, since this trip to bed had begun as an attempt to sleep. But it was way too cold.]

[Iris didn't like this feeling in the air. Something was off. Her heart pounded, and her breath came more quickly than usual. What was this feeling? Something was going to happen. But... she didn't necessarily dislike it. It wasn't fear. It was anticipation.]

((Iris Hawthorne here, from the time she was impersonating Dahlia. She's human, and ready for all comers. Ha ha... comers.))

[Iris wasn't exactly disappointed when she climbed the stairs and found the spa. She's seen signs for them in the city when she'd go for supplies, but she'd never had a chance to actually visit. She'd gone to the changing room, surreptitiously stripping out of her robes. She hung the larger cloaks in the order they came off, and let the sashes pile on the bottom of the locker. She untied the remaining sash, no wider than a ribbon, and held the front of her white, innermost layer closed. She pressed a towel to her chest with one hand, and opened her robe beneath it with the other. She wrapped it around her under the robe and tucked in the corners. Safely wrapped in the towel, she took the robe off, and hung it with the rest.

She started out of the locker room, and noticed her hair was still up. That just wouldn't do. She pulled out the elastic holding the back together, and then pulled out the pins. She deposited them in her locker, then realized she'd forgotten something else. She was still wearing her panties. She hooked a finger under her robe, and tugged them off quickly. She wiggled her feet out of them, and quickly balled them up in her fist, blushing a bit pink for anyone watching. She lifted the pile of sashes and buried the unmentionables under them before closing the door for the last time.

From there, she left the locker room, and explored. Soon, she discovered an interesting concept. A cold bath. She was used to Hazakura's harsh winters, so she was certain she could handle this. She entered the bath, and found it was empty. She stuck an experimental toe into the water, and smiled a bit. This could be quite nice, actually. She started down the stairs into the water, letting the towel get wet. She moved to the right of the stairs and sat on the bench that ran along the edge. Chills ran up her spine, but she soon relaxed. It was oddly soothing. An easy smile came across her face, forgetting all about her mission that Dahlia was insisting she complete.]