Tybalt stretches and yawns while Dave is in the shower.
He puts together a set of nice clothes: black button down shirt and some slacks for Dave. He pokes a set of gold cufflinks through the cuffs. They're well fit, but loose enough to move easily in.
When Dave comes out of the bathroom, he presents him with them.
"Here. Try these on."
He smiles.
Tybalt puts on a normal version of his stage outfit:
Black pinstripe slacks, white short sleeve button down, silver vest and black bowtie, black elbow to wrist sleeves complete the pinstripe suit.
His pattern of black and white fur complements it well.
"huh, rather fancy threads, little darker coloration than I usually go for, but not bad"
"Everyone looks better in a black suit. Try em on! I wanna see!" He urges.
Roel and Kevin work out several new abilities through the night, as well as demonstrations of some they already have.
Aside from several forms changing up, a couple odd things happen...
** spoiler omitted **
Nonetheless he moves on with science.
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"Hunh. Neat. Yeah, let's get food."
"But will it look good in conjunction with a cape" he points to his robe, which he shifted to a cape for convenience with the outfit and was a vivid blue and red with a pattern of dueling linnorms on the back
He dutifully puts on the pants anyway.
Advaran pulled his head off the workbench he'd been working at and checked his watch, "Hmm, sunrise already, I've gotta see where all I can set my class," he mutters to himself as he slips on a bandolier of grenades and tucks a matchbook in his pocket.
Tybalt waits for him to put everything on. Once he's done the catfolk sets on him, adjusting things and straightening collars, etc.
"Cape is OK, I think. Doesn't really match, so well, but you'll be fine. It is a nice cape. Can it do black and gold?"
When he's finished, Dave has the striking appearance that comes with a well fit set of dress clothes.
"I shouldn't do this to myself, it only makes this harder for you to be all handsome and stuff."
He looks him over with his chin between index finger and thumb.
Kiara blinked slightly in the morning sun as she slipped out of bed and yawned. "Another dawn, another day to prove myself," she muttered, pulling on her robe, belting on her sword, and making her bed.
"It can, but then I thought you didn't want me to wear illusions,, plus I like like colorful clothes"
At the second thing he says Dave asks "and why's that"
Mel walk into the cafeteria. dressed all proper in her school uniform today. carrying her guitar in its case over her shoulder.
she gets a light breakfast and heads outside to sit on a bench to enjoy it watching the sun. setting her guitar down next to her.
...
*snerk*
"Oh, gah! ... Why is everything dark?"
marcell pushes the covers out of the way with difficulty, with whatever then new arm is.
"Uh... This is wrong. Very wrong... Everything is so big..."
after a inspection of herself, and a short bout of panicking...
"So I'm a small dragon now. Just relax... There are weirder things here... Right?"
marcell sighs and learns to walk across the floor with four legs, and walks to the lunchroom, learning how to dodge feet.
today's marcell pic
"Not over this."
He runs his paw across Dave's cheek to his jaw.
"But clothes are fine. If you like it that way, it's good. The colorful one is growing on me."
He smiles.
Then pulls a smirk.
"Cause. You're all handsome and shiny and stuff and then I put you in this stuff and it's so much harder to keep this from being akward. You're too d@mn handsome is what is!"
He 'punches' him in the chest lightly.
"Ow."
He shakes his paw out.
Dressed as before, and having cleaned up in a bath, Maya stepped out and headed forth to find Ms. Jones.
Step one, as it were, to a proper profession with compensation, and, unlike poor Tryko'Sam, the start of a new life. Perhaps one day they'd sit and debrief regarding the fate of Earth, but, some study was required first, verification of facts, one of her favorite past times.
After a short jaunt she came upon the location where the arrows directed her, intersecting with Ms. Jones as she was returning from her morning swim.
Maya walks up to where Ms. Jones is returning from her outdoor activities and waves a greeting, the arrows indicating their meeting as ordained.
"Hello. I'm Maya Rhys, I'm a potential applicant here for a professor slot, but there may be a matter which I'm told you could assist me with? In my resurrection, I happened to linger a touch too long with some of the computer coding Aananda has with her machinery, and well ... it gives me some urges that are not uniquely my own. I was told you might be able to assist me in removing them? If you happen to have the time. I can assist too, not unfamiliar with such."
Maya's dressed as before, jumpsuit thing of black and grey, average in all other ways, clean.
on his way to the lunchroom, marcell changes his mind, and touches the walls, wandering off to find the transmutations professor...
"Uh... Sir?"
says marcell, practically shaking upon seeing settro.
"Yes? What is it you want?"
settro walks up to the small dragon, smiling.
"Uh..."
the smile didn't help. At all. Expacally with the fangs. Marcell is actually shaking now. He's a demon... He's scaring me... Why does he look good?
"I just... It's complicated, but could you make me human? Please? Or an elf? Or something like that?"
"Sure, just give me a moment."
settro prepares a spell... And casts it on marcell.
"Hmm."
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Maya walks up to where Ms. Jones is returning from her outdoor activities and waves a greeting, the arrows indicating their meeting as ordained.
"Hello. I'm Maya Rhys, I'm a potential applicant here for a professor slot, but there may be a matter which I'm told you could assist me with? In my resurrection, I happened to linger a touch too long with some of the computer coding Aananda has with her machinery, and well ... it gives me some urges that are not uniquely my own. I was told you might be able to assist me in removing them? If you happen to have the time. I can assist too, not unfamiliar with such."
Maya's dressed as before, jumpsuit thing of black and grey, average in all other ways, clean.
Miss Jones looks at her sharply. Her clothes are very wet and in some state of disarray...notably there are no small amount of rips and tears on them.
"Yes, of course," she said crisply. "If you wouldn't mind following me to my quarters? I need to get cleaned up before class and my room at least provides some privacy. I would rather minimize the number of students who see me like this."
"What? Why did nothing happen?"
marcell looks around, and at herself, rather frantically.
"Please don't tell me i have to spend the whole day a foot tall..."
"Sorry, i don't know. Uh... What do you mean, "spend the whole day?" Is this another spell?"
"No... Well,it was kinda compared to reincarnation... Every day i change into something else, it seems."
marcell sighs. If the transmutation professor can't change him, it's not likely anyone could. This'll be a long day...
"I see... It seems there isn't anything i can do. That spell didn't work, and i really don't have much more to try."
"Alright... Thanks anyway."
marcell wanders off to the lunchroom again.
Mel walk into the cafeteria. dressed all proper in her school uniform today. carrying her guitar in its case over her shoulder.
she gets a light breakfast and heads outside to sit on a bench to enjoy it watching the sun. setting her guitar down next to her.
a young woman running at positively ludicrous speed skids to a halt nearby.
"That enough for now, Nate?"she says, looking down, before trying to face melody.
"Oh, hi. Sorry, was talking to Nate. I'm Florence, and I'm interrupting your meal, aren't i. Sorry."
Kevin picks up his data pad and Jello, storing both in his coat.
They both head to the lunch room and Kevin throws things onto his set of trays indiscriminately. He focuses for a moment and several tentacles emerge from the sleeves of his coat to take extra trays.
He ends up with about five piled up.
"This is kinda cool too. Weird and cool."
Mel walk into the cafeteria. dressed all proper in her school uniform today. carrying her guitar in its case over her shoulder.
she gets a light breakfast and heads outside to sit on a bench to enjoy it watching the sun. setting her guitar down next to her.
a young woman running at positively ludicrous speed skids to a halt nearby.
"That enough for now, Nate?"
she says, looking down, before trying to face melody.
"Oh, hi. Sorry, was talking to Nate. I'm Florence, and I'm interrupting your meal, aren't i. Sorry."
Mel looks up Hi, no its actually alright. you can join me if you want? I'm Melody, but most just call me Mel. who's Nate? Mel moves her guitar giving Florence room to sit.
"I'd love to. First person I've talked to here besides getting signed up... Nate's these shoes."
she says, gesturing to her feet.
"He's magic, he's got a mind of his own."
Miss Jones looks at her sharply. Her clothes are very wet and in some state of disarray...notably there are no small amount of rips and tears on them.
"Yes, of course," she said crisply. "If you wouldn't mind following me to my quarters? I need to get cleaned up before class and my room at least provides some privacy. I would rather minimize the number of students who see me like this."
Nodding and motioning for Ms. Jones to proceed, Maya will tag along.
"By all means. Lead on."
She tags along and explains the situation, when able, as best as she can. For the most part, she is quite articulate about the situation in terms of psionic topics, and science 'facts'.
"Not over this."
He runs his paw across Dave's cheek to his jaw.
"But clothes are fine. If you like it that way, it's good. The colorful one is growing on me."
He smiles.
Then pulls a smirk.
"Cause. You're all handsome and shiny and stuff and then I put you in this stuff and it's so much harder to keep this from being akward. You're too d@mn handsome is what is!"
He 'punches' him in the chest lightly.
"Ow."
He shakes his paw out.
dave gives a loud guffaw "well with that reaction I guess it'd be best if I not wear this, or, failing that go back to looking all fleshy"
when marcell does get to the lunchroom, she looks up at where they give out the food, wondering how she'll get up there.
"Noooo. Wear it. It's too late now. It's already in my memory. Permanently. Literally. I don't know how to turn that part of this thing off... still. Just stay this way. You shouldn't have to hide what you are for any reason. I have had far too much of that to put you through it for me."
He jumps up on Dave's back like he does when they go places.
"Let's just go eat. Yah horsey."
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Hermes nods and steps back.
If at any point Arthur opens the can, multicolored springs burst out.
On Herme's desk are a few books titled Comedy Gold, The collected works of Copper Dragons, A. B. C.omedy.
arthur eats all of his breakfast other than the coffee and the "dessert" when he hears Raelle makes a noise, he turns in her direction as he tries to take off the lid and ends up blasting the snakes all over Raelle and Ardente
Hermes produces a data pad to take notes on the reactions when he gets closed to finished and opens the can.
"Sir, the intended operation is to hold the can vertically and then be surprised by the revelation that said can contains coloured springs instead of the labeled peanut brittle when opened. Some manuals recommend that I follow said surprise with the phrase "bazinga" or similar faux-vocabulary."
"Ah but you've only seen me in this one pose, I wear this all day and you'll have seen it from every angle, and that might just be unbearable" he grins, enjoying the effect he has on people "in all seriousness though, Maybe you should see the folk in the engineering groups, see if any of them know anything about nano bots, and don't you worry about hiding things, this is how I would look had I not done that ritual and I didn't do that for any cosmetic reasons"
"I'd love to. First person I've talked to here besides getting signed up... Nate's these shoes."
she says, gesturing to her feet.
"He's magic, he's got a mind of his own."
Mel glances at the shoes. well that is different, I'll just humor her and the shoes for now I guess
well hello Nate Mel says waving awkwardly to Florence's feet.
returning her attention back to Florence, So what brings you here, to this school I mean
"I like the cosmetic reasons, though. I collect shiny things and you're one of the biggest I've ever seen. Excluding planets made of the stuff, but those are hard to collect. We can visit them, though. Not quite the same thing."
Tybalt will brush the wall with his paw as Dave walks them to the cafeteria with Tybs on his back like a koala.
"I think Mel is going to help with this thing maybe. She has a friend that might help too. He knows about these things, I think."
Florence grabs one of her shoes.
"Oh, I'm a wanderer..."
she undoes the laces on the shoe, and takes it off.
"Stumbled upon this place, thought applying was a good idea. Here. Touch Nate. It's should let you talk to him."
Lim-Môr noisily sleeps in, as always.
"Seeing as I can both fly away and burst into flames, maybe it is I that has collected you" he wiggles his eyebrows"and that's good with the melody situation, who's the friend"
Sun wakes up stirring Sara awake. Time to rise, I think we will be leaving soon, here come the owls.
Sun points as Chen and Lea guide out the three Owls from yesterday.
the flickering stops abruptly, and Tarka appears near Lois.
"Hay... You awake?"
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Arthur's mouth hangs slightly ajar in surprise "um yeah, well uh when concocting such a plan when the other party is not aware and agreeing to the plan you have to make allowances for such, uh "no plan survives first contact with the enemy" and whatnot" he says in an attempt to cover his surprise and to allow him time to process what happened.
"Nothing says we can't collect each other." He purrs.
"Just a guy friend of Mel's. He's cool, I guess. Names Arthur something. He can make his hands into guns. I don't like guns... the rest of him is OK, though. He's kinda cocky. And it's reeeeaaally obvious that he's hitting on Mel, but I'm not sure she gets it. And a lot of other females too... I really hope no one goes into heat with him around. That would get bad pretty fast."
"Hmm?" Sara blearily wakes up at the promise of owls.
Lewis turns over.
"Uuuuuh. Taaaarkaaa I don't wanna get up.... my wings hurt.... and I'm hungry...."
"Duly noted, Sir."
Lewis turns over.
"Uuuuuh. Taaaarkaaa I don't wanna get up.... my wings hurt.... and I'm hungry...."
"Hmm... Sorry..."
"Hmm... Sorry..."Lewis turns over.
"Uuuuuh. Taaaarkaaa I don't wanna get up.... my wings hurt.... and I'm hungry...."
Lewis does this almost every morning.
Dave blatantly ignores the first part of what Tybalt says
"Hmm he seem interesting, so he's the smart type, could he make anything other than guns? and having met Mel, I don't figure her to be the clueless type, and I doubt she's the "I'm so hopelessly in love that I don't notice the world around me" kinda deal either, so she probably knows, she just likes the ego boost, it's definitely a good feeling, having someone so obviously interested in you like you said he is in her, even if you never intend to tap that, or otherwise do anything about it...." He then realizes that what he said could be applied to Tybalt and himself "er... Sorry"
Advaran touches the wall, "How did this work again, just say where I need to go?" He closes his eyes to try to remember, "I can't think on an empty stomach, I need food, coffee, and maybe a good explosion or two."