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Who: Daryn [closed narrative]
What: The return
When: Late evening-early morning
Where: Her bedroom
Rating: G

( And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside )

Who: Wesley and Nora/Dante
What: Dante is doing some "renovations"
When: Late afternoon
Where: The boy's bathroom


Dante had managed to snag a screwdriver from the janitor's closet, which wasn't ideal but it was good enough. The point wasn't the finished product anyway, but the methods in which to get there. Distraction was important, projects were important, because Dante was bored as shit. And while being in the normal school was a hell of a lot better than the detention facility, it was still amazingly dull. So he liked to stir up trouble when possible, and right now was one of the possibilities.

Men's bathrooms were supposed to be cesspools of homoeroticism, and Dante was just helping the lads along with that. So between the last stall and the one right beside it, Dante had twisted and stabbed the screwdriver, scraping and digging until the wall between then had started to give way to the demands, and a little dent was growing into what would soon be a filthy, raunchy, shameful glory hole. Just what growing boys needed.

In the boy's bathroom:

○ ← FUTURE LOCATION OF THE GLORY HOLE- GET YOUR DIXX REDDY, BOYS!!

In the girl's bathroom:

Della went away for six months to have a baby.
The daddy is prolly a teacher!

Who: Kaisa and Silas
Where: The great outdoors
When: Thursday night.
What: Hypothermia
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, in-progress
( Though day by day, as it closes, Doth darker and colder grow )

Who: Collette and Artie
When: Daytime after a night out with the Teent
Where: Artie's place
What: Arthur is feeling hungover. Let the headmistress sort him out.

Arthur Barclay was feeling delicate. Actually he was feeling worse than delicate, delicate was too nice a word. What he was suffering from was the most aggravating and nauseating hangover he’d had in a good long while, no longer conditioned to a night out on the town with a very exuberant personality like Tina. He’d spent half the morning over a toilet bowl and then the rest of the morning curled up in his dressing gown draining cup after cup of tea just to feel human. He couldn’t eat. The sight or smell of food disgusted him and he turned off his TV once all the cooking shows came on. The various positions he found himself in on the sofa got weirder throughout the day, lapses into sleep interrupting his focus in trying to read.

When he’d finally been conscious enough to open his laptop Collette had been in touch. Though e already felt bad about seeing Tina for the only reason he was so damn hurting now, she managed to make him feel a little worse. Thankfully she had taken back her initial refusal to look after him and had agreed to come and see him. Once she’d said yes Arthur had doubts about her seeing him like this. He wasn’t sure whether she’d make him feel better or make him feel like an idiot but he didn’t want to be alone. He also didn’t want Beth to have to put up with him. And Brynn would just be… no, Collette was who he needed and when he heard her arrive he just mumbled incoherently at her to come in if she hadn’t already done so. He couldn’t really see, as he was covered in a duvet on the sofa which sort of made him look like a mini hedgehog in bed.

Who: Della [closed narrative]
What: Faery dreaming
When: Sunday night, 11/3/14
Where: Her dream, a nightmare
Rating: PG

( ...there are countless realities, subtle realities that exist inwardly/And that as we have an outer body experience we're actually moving inward into the universe... )

( Slipped beneath the door to room 102, labeled WESLEY ♥ )

These little treats are wrapped in cellophane and left in random lockers and staff offices.

There is a photo tucked behind a broken ceiling tile in the Supernatural History classroom. For those whose minds wander, look out!

On the back of some of the bathroom stall doors is this poster.

In almost every "selfie" taken throughout the day, there are ghost faces and figures. Some of them are just in the background, some are posing with the students. Some are more clear than others.
-Note: This is not a prank. The school is just haunted as fuck and they come out on Halloween in droves.

In the girl's bathroom:

written in red nail polish (or maybe blood):
Kiss the one you want, my pretties
Take off all your clothes
Virginity is not your friend
If anybody knows
Because after this wicked night
If you're still pure untouched
Her wild eyes will track you down
and she will FUCK YOU UP

Who: Della Kheelan and Simeon Kale
What: Prequel to Halloween Shenanigans, a demon and a faery make a date for a makeup party (re: this)
When: Friday afternoon, 10/31, a bit before the dance begins
Where: Sim's room, room 202
Warnings: Adorableness? PG/PG-13 maybe for language

( And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart. )

Who: Tina and Arthur
What: Two guys doing stuff
Where: A pub in town someplace
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13/R for language
Status: In progress

When Tina showed up at Arthur's door, he was holding a pitiful looking bouquet of flowers. Well, they looked sort of like flowers. They were actually weeds from the plants outside that happened to have flower buds. But they were gathered in a tidy little bouquet, stems neatly trimmed and dirt brushed off the leaves so everything was green and pretty. He looked like a giant eighth grader trying to impress a girl for the dance. Which was exactly the sort of look he'd been going for.

When Arthur did answer the commanding knock Tina had rapped out with his clumsy knuckles, instead of speaking he merely thrust forth his floral offering. The grin he gave was half sincere, as though hopeful that Arthur would be impressed, and half knowing that he was behaving like a jackass and seemed damn proud of it.

Who: Kaisa and Silas
Where: Silas's dorm room
When: Halloween morning.
What: Waking him up for the best day ever!
Rating: tbd
( witty sentence here )

Who: Della Kheelan and Lula Wright
What: Hanging out, door open, crafting crafty things
Where: Room 101
When: Saturday afternoon 10/25
Rating: PG/PG-13 for mild language possibly
Status: In progress


Della could fit into small places and balance on odd objects, and so it was Saturday afternoon, and she was perched precariously in the window sill of the room she shared with Lula, who she hadn't seen much since just returning on Thursday from her own unintentional ritual of late Summer/early Fall infirmary visits. Della, when possible, was never in her room, unless the window was open or she was otherwise disinclined to be outside if only because she'd get immersed in personal non-academic projects, like now.

Knees bent close in to her chest and kept warm with fuzzy grey leggings (the rest of her snuggled in an oversized ivory dress shirt), Della's deft and crafty fingers were dancing along the insides of a glass jar as she carefully placed one fall leaf after another along the inside of the glass. She had four other jars, still empty, lined up on the window sill in a row by her feet, and big stack of orange and red and golden fall leaves balanced on one knee. She liked to collect jars, and most of the jars under her bed were full of fresh spring water (her favorite kind), but a few were always left empty for her impulses to get crafty. While in most contexts a collection glass jars full of spring water underneath a girl's bed might be interpreted as oddly compulsive behavior, at L'Academie it was par for course in Della Kheelan's world.

Today, her project was fall leaf lanterns, which were obviously a whole lot more exciting than studying, which she knew she was overdo for.

The open window had tousled her hair more than it'd been tousled already, and she was biting her lower lip in a fierce moment of concentration as she placed one more leaf.

She was in her own little world, though the door to the room was open likely from Della's absent mindedness or blown open from the open window's draft - and the lilting melody she was humming to herself drifted from the room and into the hall.

Who: EVERYONE!
What: A Halloween Dance
Where: the Gymnasium
When: Friday the 31st, starting 7pm
Rating: Please keep it PG 13
Status: ongoing
Note: Please label your scenes!

The loud music could be heard thumping from the lawn, and as students approached, the halls around them seemed to suck in light rather than give it. Brightly colored tiles led the way to the gym, where a pair of heavy black curtains blocked view of what lay beyond them. As students stepped through them, everything exploded into ( glowing, vibrant, malicious neon. )

With All Hallow's Eve, came mischief. And where there was mischief, there was fae. So with the holiday a week away, so began seven days of hijinks.

Friday morning just before daybreak, suspiciously small footprints were bedecked with ghostly white paint and googly eyes would be left in front of every student dormitory door that was occupied.

And maybe, just maybe, a few select faculty would find similar footprint ghosts in front of their office doors - for the perpetrator, if nothing else, was bound to end up somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.

Who: Beth and Arthur
What: Arthur needs a hug
Where: Beth's apartment
When: Thursday evening
Rating: PG

The beef stew was warming in the crock pot, and her apartment smelled cozy and inviting. Beth breathed it in deeply, closing her eyes and savoring it. She didn't want to seem too happy when Arthur got there, because he was having a rough time. It was one of the worst feelings in the world, having unrequited affections for someone, and Beth wished she could do anything to help it. But she didn't want to meddle in his affairs, and what could she do, exactly? The very thought of talking to the headmistress was terrifying, and the thought of trying to talk to her about her love life was... Beth couldn't even imagine that scenario.

Come on over, the stew is just about done. Beth sent out the text inviting Arthur over, then set about making the place tidy. There were a few bread bowls waiting on the counter, warmed from the oven and ready to be filled with stew. The pillows on the couch were plumped up for comfortable sitting, the lights were dim but not romantically so, just enough to feel warm and comfortable. She wanted Arthur to feel comfortable, to feel safe here, and maybe it would make him feel better.

In the boy's bathroom:

Congrats, Brad- you're the father!

Who: Silas and Kaisa
Where: Room 201
When: Saturday evening
What: There’s chapstick to investigate and a friend to tease mercilessly
Rating: TBA

( Is it more of a berry punch scent or a strawberry kiwi tart one? )

( Slipped under the door to 202 late Saturday night, labeled 'For Silas' )

Who: Artie and Collette
Where: arties place
When: Friday evening
What: Artie is dining the headmistress and being professional all at the same time
Rating; R depending on embarrassment

There was one thing to be said for Arthur Barclay and that was he was brave. If not stupid. Taking Beth's advice could prove an incredibly good move on his part or it could ruin his career and ability to show his face in the halls. However his somewhat serious invitation had been accepted and now he was putting the finishing touches to his haute cuisine - or somewhat less standard than he'd normally make at least. He had showered and didn't look too shabby. His clothes were freshly pressed and smart just like they should be for a dinner/ business presentation. Hopefully not a death sentence but then he wasn't too sure of that

With the table and mood set to the best of his ability Arthur hummed to himself as he looked over his notes. His notes which meant Colette was coming over and would be there any minute. Then he coughed as he realised he was actually very nervous and this had all been a terrible idea.