Moonstone Time

[liliaofthevalley]

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WEEK 0 SATURDAY NIGHT POST RING BULLSHIT

[liliaofthevalley]

[Lilia has gotten himself back to the dorm, along with as many containers of nail polish he could carry from the Costumerie. He is being very subtle about this by setting them all out on the floor and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room so he can clean off the original black nail polish he came in with.

Maybe your character has already joined him! Maybe they just walked in and he turned to them exorcism style upon hearing their very first step into the room. Either way:]

Oh, hello! Would you like your nails painted?

[I don't care if we do tag order or splinter off into our own minithreads do whatever sparks joy we're all :) friends here :) right :) :) :)]

LET'S GO

[gardenful]

[ She is very quickly joining him on the floor, sitting right across from him and picking up a bottle of pink nail polish to examine it. ]

I sure would! I can't remember the last time I had them painted.

[ This is definitely the best way to rid the room of potential bad vibes, she thinks. ]

[liliaofthevalley]

There's no better time than the present, I say! We certainly have our pick of color options here.

[trollophoroi]

[ Sorry, Aerith, here's a potential bad vibe walking into the room just in time for ~naiiils~. He's since cleaned up the big ol' bite on his neck and covered it in gauze and medical tape to keep it in place.

Understandably, he's a mite grumpy. ]

Painting nails after all of that? Really?

[liliaofthevalley]

Why not? We deserve a little fun.

[gardenful]

[ She offers him a slight smile, eyes immediately landing on the gauze and medical tape on his neck. ]

It's kinda like a reset, right?

[ But more importantly: ]

How're you feelin'?

[laestrella]

Ahem. Khem. [coughing...could it be nervously? Who knows] Young Fandaniel, I must make amends with you! Please accept my gift!

[Cinnamon cookies. Also normal, made by the kitchen cookies, but the cinnamon cookies are her pride and joy. They're heavy on the cinnamon]

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Ahem. Khem. <small>[coughing...could it be nervously? Who knows]</small> Young Fandaniel, I must make amends with you! Please accept my gift!

<small>[Cinnamon cookies. Also normal, made by the kitchen cookies, but the cinnamon cookies are her pride and joy. They're heavy on the cinnamon]<s/amll>

[laestrella]

[HERE IS DON QUIXOTE, visibly awkward and out of her element as she brings...cookies. Cinnamon cookies in cute little star shapes]

...I hath bought forth some offerings as an apology.

[gardenful]

Hey.

[ She waves, bottle of nail polish in her other hand. ]

What'd you bring?

[liliaofthevalley]

Ah, welcome back! Come take a seat and pick a color.

[There's space on the floor, nail polish party tiiiiiiiiime.]

WEEK ONE MONDAY

[liliaofthevalley]

[Anyway, sometime when everyone's back in the dorm and Lilia's probably just like, sitting on top of his box bed:]

You know, I bet we could all have that task done in a flash if we just drew from each other and did each other's hair.

[trollophoroi]

[ Grading papers, grading papers, and by grading papers I mean marking them all as failed— ]

...each other's hair? [ He pauses. ] Most of us are a bit short on hair to do, you realize.

[ Like, Aerith has long hair and that's it? ]

[liliaofthevalley]

You can do all sorts of things with a little hairspray, no? Or better yet - we could try on wigs!

Besides, it's better to get it out of the way here than out in front of everyone else, no?

[laestrella]

[Don is also grading papers...with oddly beautiful but complicated cursive that only tells her students how amazing they are. Greatness be upon them!!!]

Oooh, oooh do you think that would be enough?

[liliaofthevalley]

As long as you feel something from it, I don't see why not.

Week One Post Trial

[laestrella]

[There will be drinking and eating as a celebration?? Relief? Something like that. But first, Don Quixote is diligently painting over the giant gouge marks she had placed into the apparently unbreakable door]

Forsooth, I feel a sunflower would be the perfect source of merriment!

[trollophoroi]

[ Fandaniel kicks the door open! Bam! ]

We're cooking dinner here tonight!

[ He has a big ol' basket of various foods and spices, snacks, and cooking supplies in his arms. ]

[liliaofthevalley]

[Wandering in after Fandaniel kicks the door open. He saw that basket!]

Dining in tonight, are we? What a fine idea!

[gardenful]

[ Ah, yes, their damaged door. Somehow, in the chaos of everything, Aerith had completely forgotten about it. ]

Oh, I like it!

POST-EXECUTION WEEK 2

[liliaofthevalley]

[How are we all feeling? Lilia's feeling kind of shit, not gonna lie!

He will go ahead and lay down in his box bed for now (but no actual sleep, he knows that much). His head hurts so much and even worse, he's so bored.

Feel free to approach him for a chat or treatment, or just mingle amongst yourselves, it's time for the weekly Moonstone party even if one member got himself concussed.]

[laestrella]

[ Slowly, but surely, Don Quixote is recovering her usual cheer. After making sure Lilia had enough blankets (all the blankets) and pillows (all the pillows), she ventures out briefly to get a few things.

And then she's back with a bunch of water bottles, food??? and a mini whiteboard with markers]

H-Hark, Lilia. Art thou awake?

[whisper shouting .]

[gardenful]

[ Moonstone party!! Except it really doesn't feel like much of a party this time...

But, it's important to have some levity in these situations, which is why she has some nail polish and a small assortment of nail decorations with her. If Lilia can't sleep, at least he can get his nails painted. ]

Hey. How're you feeling?

[trollophoroi]

[ Kind of awkward that they're both hurt, but only Fandaniel won't acknowledge that he's hurt, huh? He... isn't really inclined to act like a nursemaid, but he makes a minimal effort anyway.

By making Don or Aerith do most of the work. Wait, wait, hear him out!

Someone to go fetch certain herbal teas (he writes a list), certain easy-to-make or pre-made snacks (also, there's a list), and of course, ice for Lilia's head (if it comes with a cute bat-shaped ice pack to fill, all the better, but Fandaniel literally does not care about that).

He can't really make it up the stairs to the box bed to attend to Lilia himself. He tried. It was bad. He may have pulled the stab wound in his abdomen doing so, and now he's ignoring the spot of blood that's appeared on his shirt there. It's fine. This is fine. Don't worry about it. As such, he'll remain downstairs on one of the massive pillows instead. See? All good. ]

DAWN OF WEEK 3 cw: plant-based body horror

[trollophoroi]

[ Stairs creak softly as the day breaks and the news of the day begins to filter in to stir the Troupe to wakefulness. Fandaniel has never spent the night up where the box beds are. He has either always gone wandering through the night or dozed below on the pillows, and with his latest injury, wandering had been out.

Climbing the stairs, too, should have been, and yet now he does. The strain of it pulls at the now stitched-up stab wound in his side, but he ignores it. He has only one thing in mind.

Across the floor to one of the beds... Lilia's. If the door is closed, he will open it, and if Lilia still remains awake due to his concussion or even merely wakes because the bed's door has been opened, he will get a good sight of what looms over him. It is Fandaniel, certainly, with a smaller pillow from downstairs gripped tightly in hand, but something is terribly wrong. A cluster of black roses in full bloom grows from one side of his head, as if they've been artfully placed in his hair, only it doesn't stop there. The roses continue down that side of his face, smaller ones, and roots, and thorns, all poking out of his skin, as if an entire garden of the awful flowers wants to burst free from the man's body.

He stares down at Lilia, expression blank, but his eyes. His eyes are filled with a violent hate. The pillow comes up, and then down again, shoved over Lilia's face, and then pressed down hard. Fandaniel means to suffocate his little friend, assuming one such as he can have friends at all; if not, then truly the closest thing to it, and yet he still does this. He still makes the attempt on his life. ]

[liliaofthevalley]

[Even recovering from a concussion, Lilia reacts quickly.

He's always been a night owl to begin with - sleep will not take him at night, unless he willfully surrenders or is otherwise enchanted. And due to all circumstances, this was not a time he was prepared to sleep.

Which is why his exclamation of surprise is loud - but is it enough to wake his fellows?]

Fandaniel?!

[But then there's a pillow in his face, and that's much harder to get sound through. His hands grope blindly for Fandaniel's wrists, digging in and scratching as he attempts to force the man's hands away and get his face free of this attempted suffocation.]