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[adelphoi]

WHO: Alisaie & you fine folks!
WHAT: February catch-all/chocolate making.
WHERE: Around campus.
WHEN: February.



i; scrumdidilyumptious

[ there are few enough things that could convince her to voluntarily spend time with the student body, but the smell of warm, fresh chocolate is among them. besides, she had made an agreement that she would try to attend at least one social function per month, so she doesn't seem too much of an antisocial homebody.

so here she is.

alisaie has no real talent or experience with creating food (mostly she is just very good at eating it), but pouring pre-made chocolate on and into things isn't particularly difficult. nevertheless her station is a little bit.. messy, with chocolate dripped all over the surface, all over her finders, and even a little on her face, because she's definitely been eating it while she works.

for now, she's dipping strawberries into a warm chocolate bath and setting them carefully on waxed paper to dry, though there are several molds nearby as well that she'll be getting to soon enough. she's so focused on her work that she's entirely blocking out the world around her, unaware of the fact that she's probably expected to be working with a partner.. ]

ii; shouln't shopping be easy?

[ gods, if only alphinaud were here to help her..

he's always been better at this sort of thing, knowing what looks good, and what colors go well together. alisaie isn't necessarily terrible at fashion, but her wardrobe is generally quite muted if she puts it together on her own, choosing simple skirts and long sleeved sweaters before anything more trendy or fashionable.

so here, having to choose something to wear for an important social event like, you know, a valentine's dance on campus, she's out of her depth.

there's so much to choose from!! simple soft cottons and smooth silks, tulle, satin.. there are so many colors and styles, short hems and long, sleeveless or backless or halter top, full skirt or asymmetrical, so many waistlines and necklines and cuts and shapes.. maybe she should just wear a suit instead, that sounds much simpler.

on this chilly february afternoon alisaie stands on the sidewalk in town before one of the many little boutiques off campus, clutching her arms to her chest and staring into the window display. these dresses are all beautiful, but where does she begin? she's quite sure that she'll look like a potato the moment she tries any of them on, and when she goes to move into the shop she pauses with her hand on the door for a long enough time to be blocking the way both in and out, quite sure that it's all but written in skylights that she has no idea what she's doing, and no business here.

so imagine her utter humiliation when the door comes flying open from the inside, smacking her right on the nose and sending her reeling with a sharp cry, both hands clasped to her face. ]

iii; campus

[ for most all of the month, alisaie can be easily found around campus. though she keeps to herself, it is very easy to find her in the library studying many large, heavy tomes, in the cafeteria at meals or snacking on sweets between classes, and of course in collegiate level classes. if you would like me to write up a specific prompt for you in any of these places, or anywhere else around campus, feel free to let me know and i'll whip something up in a jiff! ♥ ]

Comments

i

[spelleton]

[ Oh, that's a messy station. He's passing by and doesn't have anything in his hands at the moment, so he feels the need to stop by. ]

I don't want to tell you what to do, miss Alisaie, but perhaps you should clean up your bench somewhat while you wait for your strawberries to dry.

Though I do confess, I'm curious as to what you're making. [ She could just be making it for herself, so he doesn't ask for who it might be for, but she's never seemed the cooking type. ]

[adelphoi]

[ he would most certainly be correct on both counts - she is making them for herself, 100%, and she's also not at all the cooking type.. but melting chocolate and dipping fruit into it is simple enough even for her to manage. i mean, she's making a mess, but nothing is inedible.

anyway. she glances up from the work she had been so focused on, her fingers messy with chocolate. ]

Rolanberries. [ she starts, then corrects - ] Err - strawberries. With chocolate.

[spelleton]

I admit, I'm not familiar with the more esoteric flora the outlands produces. [ People have tried to catalogue them all. He wishes them the best on a task that seems to get harder by the day. ] Are rolanberries similar to strawberries, then?

ii

[compendiem]

[ Shopping is never easy. Minato has no good excuse for flinging the door open, almost fleeing from the door in his haste to get out, but there's no way he can leave when he'd nearly broken somebody's nose.

...Her nose isn't broken, right? That'd be really bad. ]

Crap. [ He more or less breathes the word, caught in a heaving breath. ]

I'm sorry. You're not bleeding, are you? If you can move your hand...

[adelphoi]

[ ah, someone saw.... please end her. she'd hoped she might escape before her aggressor noticed, but alas. even behind her hands, alisaie's face flushes bright red right to the tips of her ears. ]

I- I am fine -

[ she starts, though her eyes are still watering. carefully, she lowers her hands... revealing a horror scene of blood all over her face!!

just kidding, she's not bleeding at all, though there's a scrape on the bridge of her nose. ]

[compendiem]

[ Looks like Minato's not going to have a heart attack today, but somehow, scrapes are a bit harder to deal with than blood which could be washed off and pretend that solves the issues. He lets out a sigh of relief, regardless, shoving his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet on the pavement.

Let him just... close the door before he lets all the cold air in, there's already a salesperson glaring at him from inside, who he pointedly does not make eye contact with. ]

Mm... You were going inside, right? I won't keep you.

[ The salesperson inside makes a shooing motion at his back, as if she can't wait for him to leave, stop loitering outside the store and causing people to look away from the store. ]

ii

[schwanenritter]

[Fakir was running an errand - he planned on skipping the dance, even with the proposed fight he's not too keen on dealing with nonsense beforehand, so he's trying to dodge all this while shopping. But he couldn't help but notice the poor girl getting a face full of door]

Hey - you okay?

[He headed over, peering at her]

[adelphoi]

[ DON'T LOOK AT HER... this is too much.. why did someone have to see!! alisaie blushes hot with embarrassment, the tips of her long ears burning a rosy red, and she glances at him over her hands before looking immediately away, unwilling to look him in the eye any longer than necessary. ]

Y-yes.. I'm fine..

[ forget you saw anything at all.. ]

[schwanenritter]

[He goes to reach a hand out at least to help her up, but freezes upon seeing the pointy ears. Fakir was no idiot, he knew there were fae at the school, but he had always made it a point to avoid them, and now he ran into one.

The young man grits his teeth as he straightens up, diverting his eyes]

What were you doing?

iii

[missleading]

[ Minako finds herself in the library on this cold, winter evening, a stack of books piled taller than she is on the table. Old folklores and myths, Outland geography, rudimentary magic tomes—all fairly standard for a student studying for class. A few probably far last her current level of study, but she's always been the type to hit the books hard. Perhaps even some that Alisaie might be looking for?

But the book open in front of her? It appears to be a picture book, with the title FAMILIARS ARE FRIENDS written in large letters on the cover. It's not exactly scholarly reading here, but that doesn't stop her from being thoroughly engrossed in what little text there is here. ]

[adelphoi]

[ carbuncle, it seems, is decent with his letters - or maybe it's just a coincidence that a familiar should pop up here, with her, while she is reading a book about them.

he hops up onto the table in front of her, tilting his head at the pictures in the book and wiggling his ears, one paw pressed to the corner of the page. he's not being noisy or disruptive, so alisaie, who sits only a few chairs down, does not seem to notice that he has moved. ]

[missleading]

[ Look at that, her studying has paid off!

Minako hears something jump up on the table, but instead of calling attention to Carbuncle, she makes a big production out of continuing with her reading—although the grin on her face is probably a dead giveaway. But she can't just ignore him as he puts a paw on the page, and so she relents, setting the book down with the page open on the table so Carbuncle can see. ]

What do you think of this one? He looks pretty warm and welcoming, right?

[ She points at a picture of a fiery, salamander-like creature. Yes, she's asking his opinions on who she should make friends with. ]

ii

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael, a known asshole, bursts into laughter.

But you know, he's been trying to be a decent-ish person, and all that nonsense. So after a moment of open laughter, he leans down and - still chuckling - says:]

Boy, that was a good one! You okay?

[adelphoi]

[ REST IN PIECES.. she will now ascend.... thanks michael!!

alisaie's face, behind her hands, lights up a brilliant red right to the tips of her ears, and it's super tempting to just book it out of here entirely, but instead she shoots him a hard glare over her clasped fingers. ]

I am fine..

[ she's totally not fine, she wants to die. at least when she finally pulls her hands down from her face, there appears to be no blood.. ]

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, you're not bleeding.

[He'll offer her a hand up? He's got a little bag from the store himself, though certainly not big enough for a dress or anything.]

And I doubt you'll have a special Valentine's Ball black eye.

ii

[deafleppard]

[The benefit of being bonded to a Daemon? Never having to buy clothes. At least, it was in her case. She had a closet with some clothes in it, sure, but it'd been months since Gwen had last bought something new.

All she needed was to imagine what she wanted and the rest happened on its own.

Which is why she's out around today, for new ideas!

Granted, most of her casual wear just consisted of jeans, shirts, and the occasional skirt and spiked headband.

She was actually on her way out when.

Bam, right in the face.]

Oh god. Are you okay.

Holy crap I'm so sorry.

[adelphoi]

[ this is the end for her. remember her as she was.

she'd been hoping against hope that somehow, some way, the person behind the door might not notice that they'd, you know, slammed someone right in the face with it - then she might have escaped this with some semblance of her dignity intact. but alas. that was not meant to be.

instead she's stuck here, face to face with her assailant, flushed hot red right to her hairline, thoroughly embarrassed. ]

It - it is fine.

[ she says sharply, sniffing behind her hands - it's time to face the music, and pull them down.. but hey look, no blood, just a red scratch. the worst has not come to pass. ]

[deafleppard]

Um, no? No it's not?

I literally just slammed the door into your face. There's no way this can be fine.

[She leans in to get as much of close-up as she can. No blood, at least. And though bruised, nothing looks like it's out of place.]

Well, at least I didn't break anything. So, that's a win.

But seriously, I'm really sorry about that.

Library

[hattersgonnahat]

[On her first day, Puella lost the battle against books. But today had been the turning point. The conqueror was conquered.]

[...By becoming an uncomfortable pillow. The complicated words were getting too hard to read. But not completely fruitless. Right beside her was symbols scribbled on paper that did not make much sense. A good eye might notice many of the symbols kept repeating, and drawn slightly better each time, just like somebody practicing the alphabet for the first time.]

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie is in no place to ever fault anyone for falling asleep while studying - the amount of times she's nodded off over her own desk, or in bed with a book open over her lap, is innumerable, even when she was as young as this little one here.

but that does not mean she will not intervene!! she'll wake up with a terrible ache in her neck if she continues sleeping here, like this! so, carefully, alisaie leans over and touches a hand to her shoulder, giving a gentle shake, her voice soft. ]

Come now, this is no place for a nap.

[ nevermind her hypocrisy.. do as she says!! ]

[hattersgonnahat]

[Slowly wakes. Can't quite particularly remember where she left off but it was starting to come back as she looked at the page.]

[Oh and there was somebody there.] -?

[Hi. You didn't see that right?] ...Sorry.

ii

[punshots]

[ You know how tempted I was to make Prompto the one who opened the door...but he would literally die, so I have shown restraint.

But he doesn't witness the attack on Alisaie's life. He's not actually out at the shops to buy anything, but he is out to walk Peo, and the dog trots dutifully along at his side as they go — that is, until they happen upon Alisaie in front of one of the boutiques, just in time to see her get smacked right in the face with the door.

Oh, geez, okay, that was bad. ]

Alisaie!

[ Prompto shouts, but Peo gets to her first. His tail wagging, Peo peers up at Alisaie with concern, whining as he noses at her legs. Even he can tell that that was painful! And soon enough Prompto brings up the rear, already fishing in the bag at his side for something to help.

So far, he's got...a piece of gum. ]

Shoot, a-are you okay?! Did you break your nose?!? Should I call an ambulance? Is it still 9-1-1 here?!??

[ IS THIS AN EMERGENCY. ]

[adelphoi]

[ OF ALL PEOPLE TO SEE...

prompto, of course, immediately overreacts, which which makes her face flush hotter still, like as not she has never been more red in her life. please let her sink right into the ground, please.. she has to live with this guy. ]

An ambulance? Gods, no!

[ she squawks, sharply, looking positively incredulous behind her hands. ]

I am fine!

[ but she doesn't lower her hands from her face until she's turned away from him.. both so that she can't see him looking at her, and so she can check if she's bleeding without him having a coronary over it. thank the gods, however, there seems to be no blood at all.

.. she keeps her back to him anyway. ]

iii

[savingazalie]

[ He usually spent most of his time in the library, contrary to what most people thought of him. Sure, he didn't exactly look like the studious type (or even the approachable type), but that didn't stop him from being surrounded by piles of books, pouring over them with an intense expression. Currently, he had a good stack of maybe ten-- two of them open, while he wrote down some notes on a worn notebook.

And the closer someone got, the more obvious it became that these books had a theme. Books about runes, relics, transformations, outland monsters...

Someone was clearly looking for something, and was much too engrossed to notice anyone coming up to him... ]

[adelphoi]

[ normally, alisaie is not the sort to initiate conversation at all, she'd probably rather poke herself in the eye, but she also would rather poke herself in the eye than allow someone to read outdated information, especially when it comes to her specialty: runework.

so when she seats herself at the table across from him with her own stack of books, and espies the title written on the spine of one he has open, she can't help but speak up. even if she would much rather keep to herself. ]

That text is out of date. They must have forgotten to remove it from the shelves.

[ thanks hermione ]