come the fuck on

[hemomancer]

It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.

In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.

Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"

"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."

"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."

Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.

"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."

"Just making conversation."

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[fortheliving]

"You can buy more clothes at the campus store? I'd rather you didn't take your clothes off in front of me?"

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara laughs, "You need better tastes but okay. I'll shower and then go. Anytime you change your mind on me stripping just ask." She punctuates her statement with a wink.

[fortheliving]

Harry makes an extremely uncomfortable noise. The lightbulb above their heads flickers. "I'm... going back to my office. Um. There's campus maps in the sitting room. Your name's hooked up to the scholarship fund, so you can just tell the C-store folks who you are and they can get you- clothes. Bye."

He vanishes in a puff of red flame, conceding victory to his resident.

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara lets out a little cheer at her victory and then falls asleep shirtless on the bed. She eventually wakes up in the middle of the night and goes for that shower, intending to be clean before she checks in the C-store has anything worth wearing.

[andaisq]

The showers contain one (1) other person, a sexless angelic being with marble skin and gold-flecked wings. They nod politely to Damara. "Are you the new resident? I'm Sky. That's- that's my name, not my codename, my codename's Mercy. I'm Sky. Hello."

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara walks around the marble angel, confused. How is she supposed to sexually harass Sky to assert dominance if they have no sex to harass? "Hello," she says nervously, "I'm Damara, no codename yet... can you fly with those wings when they are full of water?"

(Note: Sky uses "they" and "it" pronouns interchangeably)

[andaisq]

"Not very well. I've got a little magic widget from a friend of mine that dries them out really quickly, otherwise I'd have to fluff the feathers out and get in there with a hairdryer every time I showered. Like long hair, but even worse." It shudders. (There is no hair anywhere on Sky's body. It does not seem bothered by this.)

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara is going to figure out some way to sexually harass this being, if a sufficiently blunt statement would not do it then perhaps touching will. She steps closer to the being and runs a hand through its wings, feeling the feathers on her fingertips. "I like these" she says, playing with individual feathers using her fingers, "These feel so very strong."

[andaisq]

Sky twitches. "Please don't touch me without my permission," it grits out. "They are very strong, yes."

[stonedtimewitch]

She smiles and backs off, holding her hands up. "Alright, whatever you say big... birdy? I don't know, what right word for you?"

[andaisq]

Sky smiles brittly. "Thank you. I don't have a gender, I'm 'they' or 'it'. 'Birdy' would be fine, if you have to use anything."

Sky has finished drying off. It picks up its possessions and runs down the hallway at obviously superhuman speed. Damara appears to be making quite the impression in Poe.

[stonedtimewitch]

"Bye bye birdy," Damara says, waving at Sky as she leaves. She laughs and strips out of her clothes, throwing them into a corner and then turning on the shower hot enough to turn her skin red and fill the room with steam. Her body shows the end result of multiple very close calls with wardens with large cuts from sword slashes and stabs across her torso.

[andaisq]

(The narrative voice would like to note, somewhat reproachfully, that Sky could've fixed those.)

The shower is quite literally miraculous. It responds to intention, its temperature and pressure are always perfect, and it doesn't seem to feel the need to hare too closely to the laws of physics. It's very soothing. Unless Damara doesn't want to be soothed, in which case it is not soothing at all. It's a very accommodating shower.

[stonedtimewitch]

(The Damara would have probably refused to be fixed)

There are moods wherein a dangerously hot shower is the most soothing thing possible, Damara is in exactly that sort of mood. If no one else enters before she is finished she will walk out much calmer, soaking wet and with her hair down.

[callmeleo]

No one enters the bathroom. Outside the door to the bathroom, however, Xan and Leo are playing Ratscrew. Leo is losing, and clearly could not give less of a shit.

"Oh, thank God. Hey, Damara. Sky tells us you were harassing it."

[hemomancer]

"Don't bully the angel, it's tacky. Nice... shirt. Do you want me to dry you or would you rather stay transparent?"

[stonedtimewitch]

"It just my way of saying hello," Damara replies, tilting her head slightly so that her hair would cover her face and she could achieve maximum creepy Japanese schoolgirl. "Anyway this will dry by itself, no need to waste power on it. In fact its my treat to this dorm." She sits down next to them. "You mentioned there would be weed?"

[callmeleo]

"We can't smoke, it's past curfew and there's no spots inside the dorm."

[hemomancer]

"Leo, you're hilarious. No, sure, let's go get stoned. Can you fly?" He gets up and drags Leo towards the stairs.

[stonedtimewitch]

"I didn't get fairy wings when I got the time magic so I don't think so." Damara follows them. "Where do I get a boyfriend that easy to boss around?" she asks Xan.

[hemomancer]

"Good fucking luck with that," snorts Xan. "Leo is a physically impossible level of pushover." With his free hand, he ruffles Leo's hair.

[callmeleo]

Leo bears hair-ruffling with dignity. "The secret is that if I don't actually resist, him dragging me places is actually just holding hands. And, you know, if you have to have somebody unapologetically running your life, he's not the worst guy to do it."

[hemomancer]

"That is a fucking lie."

[callmeleo]

"Okay, yeah, that's a lie. But I don't mind him running my life. It's cozy."

[stonedtimewitch]

"If you say so, no one gets to run my life but me," she says, clearly amused at the boyfriends. "Maybe I will make quick exceptions for those that supply me."