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[color=bc8dbf][h1]Corrine Marchesi[/h1][/color]
[hr]Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Evening [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Artificer Workshops // Seraphine Main Room[hr][color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Ebil Bunny]Manny Ryi [color=734e66]◈[/color][hr][/center]

[color=bc8dbf]"Well, a little plain isn't so bad I think. Besides, not every event is a Docking Festival."[/color] [color=a8a9af]She began, considering the mask that Manny was working on and the options as to how to go with the antenna. Perhaps a little more spring to the material could help, though there was only so much to work with and it wasn't like one could just make more out of nowhere.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"If you coil the wires just a little bit, you could get some springiness to the antenna and use a small bulb or other item at the end to give them some motion."[/color] [color=a8a9af]Corrine offered, now taking the time to clean up a little bit of her workspace and start sorting the pile of scribblings that her gupoo had been embedded in moments before. The ball was really more of a cursory concern for her, though Tessa had included her in the rounds of people being pulled into her orbit and almost insisted upon attending. Practically the entire homeroom class had agreed to go with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but she felt she might as well make an appearance at least for her mentor's sake considering the lengths she had gone to help everyone. All that was left was to actually get dressed into something appropriate, wash off a bit of the ink and grease, and actually show up. Well, the rain would help a little bit with part of that, a glance through one of the windows to see the darkening skies and the lights of the distant main buildings where it was all underway. Oh... The thought came to mind that the illuminaires were likely already in the ballroom setting everything up. They were a mixed bunch to be sure, with her own house's Melle being rather laidback at least as far as she had seen, and Eusebia's Myrion being significantly less so.

There was Anastasia though, who seemed to have the responsibility but also kind enough to not hold everyone to the same standard, at least as far as she was aware. The thought came to mind as to if she was attending with anyone in particular, but she shelved the thought as surely if an illuminaire of all people didn't have their pick of the school, then they would be a fair bit more occupied with their responsibilities of the night. And just like that Corrine shifted her focus to the one before her, waiting to see how the mask would turn out before collecting up her own in one hand to stuff into a bag and her gupoo in the other with a slight squeak of protest.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"Suppose we should be off, yeah? Can't keep Tessa and everyone else waiting all night for us."[/color] [color=a8a9af]An offered hand was all that was needed to hint that they head off to the dorm together, and as they approached the doorway and the gentle cascade of rain she momentarily ensured that Mr Puff was secure at her side and reached for a metal rod leaning up against the frame.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"Ah, normally I wouldn't mind the rain but I'm not quite sure Mr Puff would appreciate it, especially after earlier. So, let's try and stay a little dry on the walk."[/color]

[color=a8a9af]And with that she pushed a little bit of her vitesse into the rod in hand with some directed thoughts on what she wanted to create. The steel shimmered and shifted for a moment, beading upwards towards the end and spreading outwards in a thin spiderweb of film-like material. Such a small and simple thing was easy enough for her, having practiced using her gift for conveniences like this, so making a quick umbrella only took a moment, the shape forming almost as soon as she had made mention of her intentions and now an eerily fabric-like metal material shielding them from the rain with that familiar pattern of rain on a tin roof. That was the soundtrack to their journey back to the dorms, just the gentle patter of rain across the umbrella and the almost idyllic grounds as lights grew across the campus with the centerpiece being the main ballroom. The goal of the night for most, aside from the Willows she was sure.

It didn't take too long for them to reach Seraphine, thankfully not too distant from the workshops for those long nights when she 'forgot' to head back and get some sleep. Something she had been counseled on before by the professor, as there had been at least once where she woke up in the midst of another class entirely. Corrine returned the umbrella to its former state, the metal rod sat back into a bin in the common room and Mr Puff freed to wander as he tended to do normally, the ball of floof drifting lazily about the room as she turned to regard her accomplice for the night.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"Alright, this is where we must part ways friendo. I gotta wash off a bit of the oil and grease, double-check my suit and do a little bit of finishing touches on this."[/color] [color=a8a9af]There was a deadened metallic sound as she pat the bag that held her mask, the material softening the sound just enough. That also drew her attention to her hands in that moment, fingers working back and forth as she considered the more mechanical nature of them. Rare as it was, there were a few times where Corrine was a little more self-conscious of her nature, a frown creasing her lips for but a moment.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"And I suppose there's that as well, maybe I'll get the good hands out for the night and make sure I don't hit the ballroom with two left feet again. Anyways, let's meet up again at the ball, yeah?"[/color]