[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=5B8B64][b]Evening - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hider=Tonight’s Menu][list][*]Main: Meat Wellington 
[*]Sides: [list][*]Frisée salad with poached egg 
[*]Creamy mushroom risotto 
[*]Roasted asparagus [/list]
[*]Dessert: Vanilla panna cotta [/list][/hider]

The magpies made no move to leave their newfound nest. 

For students who had attended Strange Academy before, the dungeons were not too hard to find. Simply access the nearest staircase and continue down until you run out of stone steps. It was a dark and dreary place, where the whistling wind moving through its many tunnels and corridors and forgotten rooms sounded almost like the gentle wail of the dead, the spirits of students long since passed cursed to roam these grounds. Students often frequented the space for unauthorized experimentation, crafting together spells that would horrify even Marino, weaving together enchantments that defied both morality and nature. Wilder rumors claimed that the empty labs were used for ambitious students to synthesize Fell, with the wildest among them laying the blame at the teachers, claiming Ravoux was the one brewing the illicit draughts. 

Of course, all of these rumors were allowed to take place due to the labyrinthine nature of the dungeons, a liminal space that seemed to exist without end. Walking around and simply looking for a missing head could take hours, even days to accomplish without spellwork. It was only with Barty’s assistance that this would be made possible. 

Or perhaps, the sensitive nose of a symbiotic fae. 

[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989755-dcbb-757d-abd0-fb53f7f9c333.webp[/img][hr][COLOR=9A5B8A]Location:[/color] the Feasting Hall
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Wild Magic Build Up:[/color] triggers on a 1-5
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Jake paused for a moment, considering Nicky’s answers to his questions. Barty liked to play rough, then. He understood that! Maybe. It had never occurred to him that you could play rough - but if Barty would like to be punched a little and thrown around some, he would just need to remember that for whenever he got a chance to play with him. Frankie liked to play messy, he’d learned, and that was fun, so this would be fun, too! Barty then listed off a few categories that he liked - Jake wasn’t sure how you ate ass, he didn’t really like food so he’d avoided consuming any, but he could try to figure it out if it meant Barty would have fun! [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Will you show me some time how you like to play?”[/color] he asked Nicky curiously. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Do you like to play dirty? I know you liked the plants. Do you play with them often? Maybe we can play together when you’re done reading with Cal?”[/color]

The explanation about Disney had confused him, of course. He didn’t know what sort of entity spawned princesses - and apparently this entity was Rohan’s parent? But if they were trading children’s dreams for money, it didn’t sound good. It sounded a little frightening, those same pinpricks of cold spreading through his body. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“I can help with the head, too!”[/color] he offered, seeing a group assembling to go look. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Frankie showed me how to handle dead body parts earlier, so I’m really good at it now!!”[/color]