itscurtains | Week One

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Week One

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]

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(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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[Varian's more personal snafu with the vending machine in question won't happen until later. For the time being it's still a mysterious thing, one that he hasn't been around in time to see stuff coming out of it just yet. Needless to say, the food and drink and other things that Orpheus has aren't too out of the ordinary as he finds himself passing through...though it's hard to miss that look on his face when he's looking in that black notebook that definitely doesn't look like anything else Varian has seen yet, like their Yearbooks.]

Is, uh...everything alright?

[ Orpheus shakes his head vehemently, looking at the boy - Varian, he thinks? - with wide eyes. ]

No, um. Look at this. [ He holds out the notebook, open to the first page so that Varian can read the inscription; The human whose name is written in this note shall die. ] Do you think it works?

[ He doesn't sound thrilled about the possibility. ]

"The human whose name is written in this note..."

[He starts to read it aloud, but ultimately trails off when he gets to the end. Great.]

I don't know, but even if it didn't I wouldn't try it. Not with the amount of people and things in this place that are predisposed to being able to use magic...

[And if this "Wizard" exists? That sounds just like a trap he'd come up with, if those rules are to be believed.]

It might be better to just get rid of it. Make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands, you know?

If it really is magic, it might be kind of hard to destroy. [ says Orpheus, frowning and holding it like one would something very explosive. ]

I'd try ripping it up, but what if things written on the pages still count even if they're not in the book anymore? Maybe we should try burning it? We could do light it on the stove.

[ Yes, 'we'. You're part of this now, Varian, sorry. ]

[Honestly, Varian trusts everything here so little that he sortof wants to see this book burning occur...if only to make sure it's been disposed of with his own eyes.]

No objections here. Just gotta be careful if we do that. The fire could get out of control easily since it's...paper, you know.

Right. [ Orpheus heads into the kitchen and spends a moment looking through the cabinets for something, finding it in the form of a large metal stock pot with a lid. ]

I can throw it in here after it catches. Then we can smother it with the lid in case something goes wrong.

[ That makes sense, right? ]

[Makes sense enough to Varian! It's his solution of choice whenever his experiments inevitably catch fire.]

Got it. Is there anything I can do?

[ Orpheus thinks about that for a second before shaking his head. ]

I think I've got it? Just, be careful.

[ He sets the pot on the ground and turns on the stove, holding the notebook carefully over the flame until it catches. Once he's sure it's properly on fire, he tosses it into the stock pot and leans over slightly, watching to make sure it doesn't go out.

Thankfully it's just normal, non-death-imbued paper and cardstock, so it burns up pretty fast. The cover curls and burns away, and the pages start to blacken - which is when the terrible, cacophonous ringing starts up. Orpheus drops to the ground with a yelp, hands over his head. ]

Oh, gods! What's going on?

[ As if to top it all off, it also starts raining indoors. Great! ]

Eugh-!!

[Just like Orpheus, Varian doesn't exactly have any experience with modern inventions such as fire alarms, so he's about as shocked as Orpheus is when that ringing suddenly starts to blare, never mind the deluge of water that douses them immediately after. He holds his arms over his head (it doesn't do any good) and immediately starts to scan the room for the source of the noise, and sure enough...

He doesn't know yet it's purpose, but he can see a little device stuck to the ceiling with a light affixed to it, and the device itself is what the noise is coming from.]

Up there!

[Which is all well and good, but...they can't stop it unless they can get up there, right?

At least the water is easily figured out, what with the spigots lining the ceiling for some such occasion. Not that Varian noticed them until now...]

[ Orpheus looks up, squinting into the spray of water coming down from the little metal things in the ceiling. There sure is some kind of little white blinking puck screaming at them? Well, at least it's not the Wizard's wrath coming down on them, like Orpheus thought.

That does leave the problem of what to do about all of this, though. Under the stress of the situation and not necessarily thinking the solution through, Orpheus picks up an orange from a bowl on the counter and throws it at the smoke alarm. It bounces off and predictably the alarm keeps on blaring. ]

What do we do? [ he shouts over the noise, looking at the younger boy with wide eyes. He's out of ideas. ]

[Well, even if it's a device he has no knowledge or experience with, Varian knows of only one solution to their problem.]

Okay- sorry, I know we just met but we don't have a choice. Can you give me a boost up there on your shoulders? I can see if I can take it apart and stop it!

[ Orpheus doesn't seem put out by the idea at all, at least, nodding briskly and kneeling down so that the boy can climb on his shoulders. He's not the strongest person around by a long shot, but the other boy seems small and light enough that it should be okay as long as he's quick about it. ]

Be careful!

[Varian doesn't have any tools on him, which is going to make this a little more difficult...but with Orpheus helping him, he's able to reach the smoke detector. He has to squint against the sprinklers still dousing him as he feels around for any sort of way to get it open, and...ahah. Seems like there's a latch to pull off the cover.
To save both Orpheus and Varian's eardrums, let's assume the screws aren't as tight as they could be...and with some (a lot) of difficult wiggling and twisting, Varian is able to get enough screws out to reach the battery, which he immediately recognizes as a power source even if he's not familiar with modern batteries.

Once it's been pulled out, the loud blaring stops. ...not that the sprinklers aren't still going, but.]

Got it!

[ That's a considerable relief. Orpheus kneels again carefully to let Varian down once he's sure he's done with taking the thing apart, wiping his eyes dry and squinting at it curiously. ]

What are those? [ he asks, pointing at the batteries. ] And - should we get out of here? I don't think the water's going in the cafeteria.

[ It seems pretty localized to the kitchen. Orpheus picks up the stock pot with the charred remains of the Death Note in it and looks to the other boy for guidance. ]

[Varian uses his free hand to push his wet bangs out of his eyes once he's got both feet back on the floor, turning the batteries over in his palm.]

Some kind of power source...I'll have to actually study it more to be able to tell you exactly.

[Varian glances up at the sprinklers that haven't quite stopped. Should...they do something to stop them?

...

No, no they shouldn't.]

Yeah. Let's get out of here!

[ This can be somebody else's problem. Orpheus hurries out of the line of fire, slicking his wet hair back out of his eyes and trying to shake himself off as best he can. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't know that would happen? But at least the book is destroyed.

[ He holds out the stock pot so the other boy can see. It's pretty well soot soup, at this point. ]

I'm Orpheus, by the way. It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you! I'm Varian, and please- don't worry, I do stuff like this all the time. On accident, of course.

[He is VERY used to causing accidents. He leans over to look into the pot once they're free from the sprinkler system, nodding once he's confirmed the book to be sufficiently burned.]

Good. Dunno if that was going to really work or not, but it's best we didn't chance it.

[ Orpheus nods in solemn agreement and sets the pot down on one of the long cafeteria tables. ]

Right, you're the one who was measuring the doors on the first day, and who's been using the electric tools in the scene shop. Are you an engineer?

[ He seems a little young to be one, but Orpheus guesses there are plenty of prodigies out in the world. ]

Sure am! Engineer, inventor, alchemist at your service.

[He grins, dipping his dripping head forward a bit in reply.]

[ Orpheus looks duly impressed! ]

I've never met an alchemist before. Or an inventor. Sometimes engineers pass through the town where I live, though. You must be really smart, to do all of that.

[ Even if it's all kind of related, it's still a respectable number of disciplines to juggle. ]

Oh, well, thank you! I don't mean to brag or anything, but...I am pretty good at what I do.

[When he isn't being clumsy or making things explode.]

What were those engineers like?

I'm sure you are!

[ Coming from almost anyone else that might sound really sarcastic or condescending, but Orpheus is himself, and there's not a hint of anything but genuine enthusiasm there. ]

Mostly they were electrical engineers? A few of them came through a couple of years ago to hook up our train station and the lights at the bar where I work. I didn't get to talk to them much, but they seemed pretty nice.

[Orpheus how is it possible to be such a good boy-]

Electricity...that's what the lights in this place are powered by, right? We only have candles for light back home...I can't imagine having this sort of convenience just, all the time.

Yes! It's good for all sorts of things other than lights, too. Like the refrigerator and the freezer and the oven in the kitchen are all electric, and so's the little record player in the dance room. I think lights are just one of the easiest things to power with it? It seems to be the thing most places get first, at least.

...man, we are really behind in the times.

[Corona is...it's trying. And here Varian thought his shit was pretty technologically advanced.]

Where did you say you were from again?

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