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The students are led to a massive cavern, to the sides of the area hide bedrolls, ornate cushions, and woven blankets are stacked neatly. Rather than individuals rooms, the students will be sharing one large communal chamber. The stone floor is neatly swept, and the walls decorated with small ornaments and dried bouquets of of various plants and flowers.

Rather than fire or electricity, the room is lit by odd glass globes. Their content and colour vary, some holding glowing plants and flowers suspended in liquid, while others contain odd mosses that provide a weak but soothing light. Still others are open, containing pollen and worms, that house glowing larvae and grown fireflies freely darting in and out. Around the lights, the soft fluttering of moth wings sound throughout the night and day.

The chamber smells of dried plants and rich oils. As far as places to sleep went, the guest chamber of Famine was a fairly soothing place to rest.

((Malodore is entering~))

The plague doctor opened its beak in a smile as it entered the dormitory chamber, please with its successful navigation of the tunnels. It felt that stumbling into random areas and interrupting Horsemen in their work would not be well received, so it was a relief and a small point of pride to have found its destination without having to bother any of the Clan.

It inhaled, solely to scent the air - ahhh, so calming, and yet exciting at the same time. The sent of herbs and other plants... how it hoped the Clan practiced herbal medicines and tinctures! That was an aspect of medicine that it dearly wanted to learn more about. The insects were interesting as well, though it rather hoped they weren't the sort that liked to try and gnaw at the undead like common corpses. The fireflies were lovely, though, as were the high-up flutterings of moths.

All in all, a fascinating place. It was glad it had chosen this Clan.

Malodore selected a bedroll, a cushion, and a blanket, then set up a little bed for itself against one wall. It did not require sleep, and with all it wanted to do it was rather determined not to take needless rest unless the pretense was culturally required. Still, having a 'home', as such, would be welcome. It laid out the bedroll and draped the blanket over it, admiring the delicacy of the weave, and was that silk and spider-webbing worked into the fabric? Fascinating...

It sat down and pulled out its phone, smiling to itself as it realized the device had reception here. Va bene...



It sent the text, then leaned back, reaching up one hand to lightly tap at the globe just above its bedroll. There was a glowing larva of some kind resting inside of it, the top open for air and possibly food. Truly delightful.

Malodore looked up from its phone, beak opening in a smile - this was an unfamiliar face, but her delight in their surroundings was as evident as its own. "Si, indeed - such a fascinating enclave!" It bobbed its head at her. "My name is Malodore; I do not believe we have met? There do not seem to be as many students here as I had initially thought. It may be that we are an erudite few."

Its phone buzzed in its claws. "Pardon," it said, then looked down. Then it smiled again and typed out a reply.



It could think about Riley and Science at the same time, right? It sent the text, then looked up at the demoness again. "Are you interested in exploring, perhaps? The tunnels seem potentially complex, but I would like to pursue some of the additional activities our hosts have made available to us."

"Ah - Mandy, yes?" Malodore had to think for a moment. It had been some time since the Island... "It is good to see you again, signorina. Are you also intending to venture out and take in the sights? I hear there are some alchemical distilleries that I intend to view first..."

It turned back to look at the demoness as well. Perhaps she would be interested in following also? It would go alone if need be, of course, but company might be nice.

The only distilleries Mandy really knew about in general where for Alcohol so it wouldn't be bad to check out the differences, they where here to learn after all, and the training grounds would be her usual place to check out. But ah...

"I was hoping to see if I could find a way up top and check it out but there's plenty of time to burn at the moment so we could always do all three."

Besides, it wasn't like she knew where she was going anyway so they might not find any of them.

{{Arynek is entering}}

After the poison/ antidote crafting, Arynek was quite tired.
She just found a place to sit down, closed her eyes to take a rest.
There seemed nobody in the dorm.

Shenny's entering

Shenny found herself in... well, it would be safe to assume it's a large cavern. Two major facts made her "Bloody Mary!"-ing for a few moments: first, the place was communal. Of course, she didn't expect horsemen to gave everyone a cosy apartment, but a communal cavern?.. And there was the second fact: it was yet, another cavern, and the air was quite muggish inside. She almost got used to it already, but still, it was a bit bothering. Probably, she will be exploring the island more often than she thought.

[Rafael is entering]

He was a little disappointed in his performance during the first class. It wasn't necessarily that he had failed -- he hadn't actually expected to do well, anyway -- it was that he didn't know why he had failed. Cymbeline certainly hadn't been any help. He wasn't even entirely sure what the point of the whole thing had been; her insane babble had pretty much gone entirely over his head.

Still, Mort hadn't done well either, and that made him feel better. Besides, there was always tomorrow.

Stifling a yawn with the back of one hand, the small-statured rat-boil made his way toward the dormitories. He was too wired to sleep, but maybe he would be able to relax a little and unwind.

As he entered, he was delighted to realize that not only were the quarters underground, they were communal! He hadn't been sure what to expect, since he'd come to learn that most creatures were accustomed to sleeping in their own beds and in private rooms. That he'd be able to bunk with all of his new friends made him feel extremely comforted.

Although he probably wouldn't be cuddling up with a big pile of students in one bed, at least they'd be nearby if he needed something. He wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep all by himself for his first night away from home.

Glancing around uncertainly, he made his way toward a corner and set up his own bed-roll. He settled down on it, propping himself up with a pillow, and peered around the room for a moment in wide-eyed, 'I can't believe this is really happening" awe, then drew his somewhat-mangled book from his pocket.

Maybe he'd read until he got sleepy....then he could wake up early and do some exploring before class...