[center][img]https://fontmeme.net/permalink/190420/e0511f2991ca6e87c6cf1945988363cb.png[/img][/center] [@ShwiggityShwah] [color=69DCAC]"I am hardly incapable of controlling Penjani."[/color] Lorcan explained, examining the child's book neutrally while trying to decide how deeply he could shove it into the soulless automatons nose before it 'died'. That said, the automaton did manage to stir a little more agitation in him than he expected. Probably from his lack of proper sleep. That he enjoyed so blatantly throwing the robots request back in its face was another matter entirely. [color=69DCAC]"Simply refusing to do so for such a trivial matter. I realize that the idea of agency and free will might be a bit beyond the average summon of Machina, but I honestly expected a little more from you sir. Perhaps an upgrade is in order?"[/color] He asked, gently putting the book into his backpack along with the few texts he spied among the pile. [color=69DCAC]"As to the matter of my driver. By definition of a curators position, which you claim to be..."[/color] He began noting a soft wilting wind grazing his cheek as he spoke. He takes a step to the left, picking up the final folder for later reference before he continued. [color=69DCAC]"Making the formal request of you IS within your duties as resident site caretaker. If only to assure his presence does not disrupt formal operations."[/color] He huffs a small chuckle as Penjani continues to glare at the robot, feeding off his own agitation. He eyes the metal butler with mocking curiosity before finally asking the big question. [color=69DCAC]"Or were you simply not aware such task were also part of your assigned responsibilities?"[/color] He lets the question hold for a moment before shrugging it away. He takes a long protracted moment to examine the pile of collected work sheets, stalling the few seconds he would need before the trap was sprung. [color=69DCAC]"As for the materials I requested, this will do nicely. Though I should mention that the reason I requested they be delivered to my room was-"[/color] Lorcan was cut off by a heavy gust of window blowing from behind him, sending much of the pile scattering across the causeway and liberally coating Cogsworth with a veneer of busy work. [color=69DCAC]"...was because we were standing in the open air with a strong tail wind behind me."[/color] He finishes, reaching back into his bag and pulling out a student handbook before opening it. [color=69DCAC]"Which if I recall correctly from page 204, paragraph 19 of the student handbook.."[/color] He said, knowing full well how hypocrtical the gesture was and hardly caring. He was a hypocrit about more than a few things, so why not add this to the list as well. [color=69DCAC]"The Littering policy clearly states that the responsiblity of cleaning, along with potential fines, falls to the party responsible for dumping said materials. If said unlawful disposal of materials is the result of neglience in storage or transport of either mundane or magical materials, said party will also face further punative measure." [/color] He quoted, his sneer being thankfully hid by the handbook and a well practiced sheepish tone. [color=69DCAC]"Given that I made a all reasonable efforts to adhere to this policy by my earlier formal request the responsible party in question here is...."[/color] He closes the book, shooting Cogsworth the fakest apologetic look he could manage. [color=69DCAC]"Well, you sir. By virtue of negligent transport. Still...."[/color] He slaps the handbook shut, pushing it back into his bag. [color=69DCAC]"I wont presume to quote your own policies at you all day. And I should get breakfeast before classes begin. Come along Penjani..."[/color] Lorcan says airily, pushing past the robobutler calmly. The tiny dragon girl in question glaring at the robot while she passes but sticking close to her masters shadow as they continued to the cafeteria doors. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Cafteria A- Darcella [@Artifex] Once inside the cafeteria Lorcan allowed himself to relax, his eyes rolling at the outrage that glorified toaster had had at his summons state of dress. Really, if someone was so pathetic their only option for romantic fulfillment was in the form of their own summons Lorcan doubted there was a realm desperate enough to take them up on the offer. More over than that, he'd be damned before he let anything with tentacles call HIS summons inappropriate. Speaking of.... Penjani stared at her master, eyes wide with worry and a silent demand of approval. Sighing, Lorcan reluctantly patted the purple dragons head gently. [color=69DCAC]"Thank you Peni."[/color] He grunted, ignoring how the dragons eyes lit up with joy at the rarely used pet name. [color=69DCAC]"Cogsworth can eat a fat dick. You may continue to dress how you please....In fact, I order you to do so."[/color] He added after a moment, walking over to the food line stepping past more than a few students ahead of him to grab an orange. He wasn't really in the mood to eat, not after having to engage in a dick measuring contest with the robot, but he would need atleast something to hold him over until lunch. He ignored the pointed glares of the plebeians he'd stepped in front of for his pilfered goods as he ran his eyes across the room, looking for a place to sit. Isobel was easy enough to spot, being the only face he really cared enough about to recognize, but she seemed to be with another girl already. He was tempted to go over and sit with them, but his 'cousin' had mentioned being late to something and it was reasonable to assume this was it. He'd not be so rude as to intrude on that little meeting, and there would be time to meet her friends later. Now if it was a guy, he'd gladly be so rude. If only to embarrass his cousin a little. Looking elsewhere he spied a veritable gaggle of Dracona students huddled together and with a shrug he pushed through the crowd and took a seat. A few of the table residents stared his way...well, more glowered really. As if personally offended by his presence. He supposed that was fair, he'd only been there a few hours. Hardly enough time to establish where on the pecking order most of these peons stood. Silently he noted the person across him was not glaring. She was a thin sort, perhaps a little older than him with scarlet hair and red eyes and perhaps a year or two older than himself. He wondered for a moment if she was of Mulryan stock before dismissing it, her eyes a shade few too dark to pass for it. "[b]Excuse[/b] me..." Someone to his left grunted, stopping Lorcan's musings midway through peeling his orange. "But you are..?" [color=69DCAC]"Eating."[/color] Lorcan said flatly, feeling Penjani giggle silently behind him. The young man balked for a moment, Lorcan taking a moment to commit the offended look to memory. "I MEANT..." He half growled. "Is that you are aware that you are-" [color=69DCAC]"In L'mordryn's Cafeteria, yes."[/color] Lorcan huffed, unable to keep his annoyance out of his voice. He turns away from the other student and returns his attention back to the red-haired woman. [color=69DCAC]"Is conversation with him always this dull or did I catch him on a good day?"[/color] He asked, popping an orange slice into his mouth casually. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190423/349e15114eff6812ab15dc44ed45da92.png[/img][/center] [@Pyromania99][@Rune_Alchemist][@A Lowly Wretch] [color=5faa3c]"Its....90% junk by volume..."[/color] Odhra said in a defeated tone, staying quite as Nettle suffered through the usual morning shenanigans. Seemed like everyday a summon ended up in someones food. Thankfully this time it was on the less life threatening side. He sighed as Floofel addressed him but made no rebuttal. She was right of course, telling someone they need to eat better and MAKING them were two entirely different beasts. After that he stayed mostly quiet for the meal, focusing on forcing his own food in. His stomach felt painfully full after half way through the porridge but he managed to catch a second wind and force the rest down. Eating didn't always make him feel miserable, but it seemed this one was going to. Snuggles prodded his feet questioningly, concerned with his sudden shift in comfort. He let his hand drift down and patted her gently but said nothing, knowing he'd feel better in an hour or two after his stomach settled. [color=5faa3c]"If you two don't mind..."[/color] He said, finally drifting back into the conversation and turning to Livia. [color=5faa3c]"I might join you. Ives' covers the morning shift at the clinic so I'm free. Plus I've got some books I need to get quotes from for herbology club and I'm doing the catering for C&F for tomorrows meeting. Wanna get what Eva would like as a desert dish since its her turn to chose..."[/color] He then turns to Eva with a hard look in his eyes. [color=5faa3c]"And yes, its still Veggie Lasagna as the main dish. Before you or anyone else from the club even asks."[/color] he adds, crossing his arms. He already made the food last night, and he was not about to make something new for one or two objections. [hider TLDR] Lorcan continues to defy cogsworth and goes to get food. Row row fight the power! Tells Penjani to do as she pleases with regard to the dress code, cause aint nobody slut shaming Lorcan Brigh's summons. Odhra pushes down food and converses with the girls. Veggie Lasagna looms threatening in the cute and fluffy clubs future. [/hider]