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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[hemomancer]

"Well, we can introduce you to the resident Ghostbusters tomorrow. For now, let's get back to Poe, where we two shall eat snack food and watch terrible movies until the dawn. And have prodigious amounts of sex."

[callmeleo]

Leo rolls his eyes but declines to comment. The two of them perform their magical girl transformations and wing it back to the roof, Damara in tow.

[fortheliving]

Someone steps out of the shadows, gradually growing visible. "Evening, gentlemen. Well, morning, actually. Hello, is what I'm saying."

[hemomancer]

"Shit," Xan hisses under his breath.

[stonedtimewitch]

"[Hello, you here because touching yourself was not as good as touching me?]"

[fortheliving]

"[Hey, fun fact: translation spells are pretty easy. And I have about as much interest in touching you as I have in poking a dead dog with a stick.]"

His attention turns back to the boys. "Detention, detention, Leo on sewer duty and Xan in the library."

[callmeleo]

"What, for being out past curfew?"

[fortheliving]

Harry points disbelievingly at his own face. "You see how I have a nose? I honestly have no idea how you expect me to miss the smell of weed, but you are very, very wrong."

[stonedtimewitch]

"[You must really love fucking dead dogs if you could choose one of those over me.]" She says, stepping closer to him. Her body moves very suddenly, skipping forward like a video on a bad internet connection. A lit joint is in her hand, she blows a cloud of smoke into his face. Benefits of time travel. "[All the weed is from me, dog-corpse fucker. So bring your paddle down on my ass.]"

[fortheliving]

Harry makes a twisting gesture with his hand. The smoke dissipates, and Damara's joint burns in on itself, the smoke feeding into the flame until it's nothing more than pungent ash. "Miss Megido, I don't want to antagonize you; you're a new student and you've apparently had a rough few days. But if you continue to harass me, you may find yourself unable to feel the effects of any mind-altering substance more potent than coffee. Not that I would do that to you intentionally, as I'm sure that's technically a form of cruel and unusual punishment. But I'm a chaos mage; to me, magic is like breathing. The right provocation just brings it out. And it can be remarkably difficult to remove that kind of effect."

[stonedtimewitch]

"If you do that then you will have killed me," Damara replies. "But I do not wish to die yet so I will behave."

[fortheliving]

"Good. As I said, I don't want to make your experience at Whateley unpleasant. I'm not even going to give you detention, this time; first offense, and all. If you can control your raging lust for me, I think we may be able to get along quite well."

[stonedtimewitch]

She sticks her tongue out at him and flips him off. "Don't worry, its dry as sandpaper down there."

[fortheliving]

"Good to know. Now get to bed, all of you. Xan, Leo, I'll be expecting you in the sims tomorrow morning. And at your respective detentions tomorrow night."

[stonedtimewitch]

"Fine, they better be as fun as I was promised." She follows Xan and Leo back to the dorms.

[fortheliving]

Harry looks confused, but lets it go. The boys head down to their room for various bed-related activities.

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara falls asleep pretty much as soon as her head hits the pillows. Her powers activate on their own, giving her a much needed extra few hours of sleep.

[hemomancer]

At about 8:30 in the morning, Damara is prodded sharply with a bit of crystallized blood. "Wakey etcetera, sims are in half an hour. Don't worry if you're not a hundred percent awake, nothing wakes you up like murder in your cup."

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara rises up in an instant, reaching for the needles in her hair to stab whoever prodded her. It takes her a second to remember the events of the previous day. "I'm awake asshole, no more prodding."

[hemomancer]

Xan and Leo are on the opposite side of the room, because they were very much aware of the danger of waking Damara up. This is why Xan was using blood in the first place!

"Alright, good. General showering and that kind of shit. Do you have any other clothes?"

[stonedtimewitch]

"I can get them, next time tell me what time to wake up and I will be up!" Damara says, clearly a little annoyed. "If I stab you by accident it is your own dumbass fault." She gets up and pushes past the boys to the shower.

[callmeleo]

"Harry was right there and we didn't want to alert him to the sudden teammate," Leo 'apologizes'.

The showers are not crowded, it being 8:30 on a Saturday. Two golden wing tips peek over the top of a shower partition, but their owner appears too busy with shower-related business to pay attention to the sound of footsteps.

[stonedtimewitch]

"Hello birdy!" Damara says with the most exaggerated happy voice she can muster. She has no concrete plans for ruining the angel's day but she will figure out something after she gets herself freshened up for the morning. She turns the shower on hot and closes her eyes, letting the scalding water hit her face.

[andaisq]

The angel declines to respond!

The shower continues to be miraculous. (There are also convenient dispensers of soap and shampoo which pop out of the wall upon sensing that she has none.)

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara picks the pinkest looking soap she can find. If she is going to be a misanthropic bitch she may as well do so while smelling of spring flowers. "Hey birdy, help me with my hair," she says after she is done, trying to remake her prefered bun.