[there's no response to the winter dorm door, or at least, nobody beauregard shaped is answering it.
there is, however, a beauregard shaped person like, ten feet behind them with a very, very confused look on her face? she's not wearing her usual jacket, and her hands are wrapped in what looks like bed linens.]
Fuck - fuck! You guys are okay! [she like, ZOOMS over to both of them, grabbing for sleeves or arms, whatever she can.]
[Molly isn't soaked but there are a few goose feathers floating around, and like. A spreading bruise on his forehead. Also holding a sort of soaked bear slipper?]
[She can grab him, he'll react like he always does, like he's confused about what she's doing and a little unsettled. But he does look worried about her.]
[the linens are a little bloody but like, dried blood. she just... looks them both over like ???]
No? The doors fucking locked last night and I couldn't get out, didn't that happen to you guys? Why... Caleb. Why are you wet. [...] Is that a slipper?
[Why are all three of them Like This in such specifically different ways. What a fucking mess! Showing her the slipper? It's a slipper. He's responsible for it now.]
Yeah, that happened to us-- Got out this morning and spotted some stuff. Sieghart was face down in the moat over there with the geese for whatever fucking reason, saying he doesn't remember how he got out. But apparently did at some point?
[Listen, Molly explained it. But the answer is, goose attacks. He sighs out a big, tired breath - relieved Beauregard is back here and safe, but also more questions.]
Somehow that guy, even though he was in the dorm locked in like all of us were, wound up face down in the water covered in goose bites, surrounded by wet slippers. I sent you a couple messages, so I thought maybe you also got dumped somewhere on campus.
No - uh. [......... she pulls out her phone? or like, what's left of her phone. it's really barely holding on here, it's a jumble of wires and plastic.] I kind of lost my temper. Sorry. I didn't see any of it.
So we don't know why he was just face down in a moat?
[He says this without any real bite to it, just griping for the sake of it. He gets it. It was stressful.]
Right. Hiyori Tomoe was found dead. They sent a fairly twisted message about it. It was a failed report card for his LIFE 101: Not Dying course. The same as all the other fucking jokes on our profiles.
it wasn't someone she knew at all, so she's not - upset, really, but it absolutely puts her paranoia front and center. she sort of wrestles with herself for a second, expression a journey of angry and frustrated and a touch horrified, and then - she settles into something tense.
she shoves her phone back in her pocket, and then takes them both by the sleeve again. no going anywhere.]
... Okay. Alright, so we were fucking right about something being off, then. [her voice goes lower, rougher.] And it probably wasn't an accident or a fluke, with a fucking message like that.
[Yeah that about covers it. Just raising his eyebrows and clicking his tongue, agreeing as much as a facial expression alone can, before he crosses his arms and leans against the wall behind him. Letting it all sink in for a second there.]
None of the Dorm Heads have said anything? You'd think there'd be some official statement or something.
[and as for her hands, she nods.] -- Fine, yeah. I got overzealous with the locked door. I figured if I kept punching it it'd give eventually, but it didn't. Chair didn't do it either. Or my phone.
. . . That Luxanna is pretty impressive, isn't she? It could have been pandemonium for us too, but she had everyone in our dorm sitting calmly and playing board games.
[Whether or not Beau is hitting that is irrelevant to his opinion here.]
Of course. [she mutters, annoyed. she squints at molly's forehead. buddy.]
... That is pretty impressive, yeah. She's got a way with words. [bold of you to assume beau has any game whatsoever] Me, Rupert, Adora, Kaine and Dimitri spent most of the hour trying to get out. We also heard glass shattering and a yell above us?
Ja. We heard a shout and some sort of thump, like something hitting the floor. And Byleth, in Summer, heard a yell.
[Bad stuff.]
There are a lot of young people in Fall, so once it became obvious we were locked in, just trying not to cause a panic. But it wasn't good. A little bit of panic anyway.
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there is, however, a beauregard shaped person like, ten feet behind them with a very, very confused look on her face? she's not wearing her usual jacket, and her hands are wrapped in what looks like bed linens.]
Fuck - fuck! You guys are okay! [she like, ZOOMS over to both of them, grabbing for sleeves or arms, whatever she can.]
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[Also just. Looking at her hands? What the hell.]
What happened to you out there?
[Molly isn't soaked but there are a few goose feathers floating around, and like. A spreading bruise on his forehead. Also holding a sort of soaked bear slipper?]
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[She can grab him, he'll react like he always does, like he's confused about what she's doing and a little unsettled. But he does look worried about her.]
Did you get tossed outside in the night?
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No? The doors fucking locked last night and I couldn't get out, didn't that happen to you guys? Why... Caleb. Why are you wet. [...] Is that a slipper?
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Yeah, that happened to us-- Got out this morning and spotted some stuff. Sieghart was face down in the moat over there with the geese for whatever fucking reason, saying he doesn't remember how he got out. But apparently did at some point?
Why weren't you answering anything?
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[Listen, Molly explained it. But the answer is, goose attacks. He sighs out a big, tired breath - relieved Beauregard is back here and safe, but also more questions.]
Somehow that guy, even though he was in the dorm locked in like all of us were, wound up face down in the water covered in goose bites, surrounded by wet slippers. I sent you a couple messages, so I thought maybe you also got dumped somewhere on campus.
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[huh.]
No - uh. [......... she pulls out her phone? or like, what's left of her phone. it's really barely holding on here, it's a jumble of wires and plastic.] I kind of lost my temper. Sorry. I didn't see any of it.
So we don't know why he was just face down in a moat?
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[Nothing embarrassing happened at all! But anyway just. Looking at this destroyed ass phone. Beauregard.]
Erm.
If you did that to it, did you see the message about the guy being ...[Throat-slitting motion.]
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[He says this without any real bite to it, just griping for the sake of it. He gets it. It was stressful.]
Right. Hiyori Tomoe was found dead. They sent a fairly twisted message about it. It was a failed report card for his LIFE 101: Not Dying course. The same as all the other fucking jokes on our profiles.
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long pause.]
... What? [someone is dead?] -- Stop, you're fucking with me. That's not funny.
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[He cuts himself off from the sarcastic remark, because. Not the time. So at least he's learning a little to not be such an asshole. Wow.]
No, it's real. Hence all the messages to you.
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it wasn't someone she knew at all, so she's not - upset, really, but it absolutely puts her paranoia front and center. she sort of wrestles with herself for a second, expression a journey of angry and frustrated and a touch horrified, and then - she settles into something tense.
she shoves her phone back in her pocket, and then takes them both by the sleeve again. no going anywhere.]
... Okay. Alright, so we were fucking right about something being off, then. [her voice goes lower, rougher.] And it probably wasn't an accident or a fluke, with a fucking message like that.
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. . . Your hands alright?
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[He's wanted to blow up at someone for a while now, but he doesn't have any better sense now who that ought to be at.]
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[and as for her hands, she nods.] -- Fine, yeah. I got overzealous with the locked door. I figured if I kept punching it it'd give eventually, but it didn't. Chair didn't do it either. Or my phone.
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[As for the hands ... He gestures at his forehead.]
Table. Bounced back.
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[Whether or not Beau is hitting that is irrelevant to his opinion here.]
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... That is pretty impressive, yeah. She's got a way with words. [bold of you to assume beau has any game whatsoever] Me, Rupert, Adora, Kaine and Dimitri spent most of the hour trying to get out. We also heard glass shattering and a yell above us?
Who threw the table?
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[He reaches up to touch it at this point, but he doesn't flinch hard or anything.]
Ah, Claude.
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[Bad stuff.]
There are a lot of young people in Fall, so once it became obvious we were locked in, just trying not to cause a panic. But it wasn't good. A little bit of panic anyway.
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... You guys think it was the Dorm Heads trying to get in or out?
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[stop bullying claude]
Maybe they all smashed their phones in a panic as well ... ?
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[Rude.]
. . . It would seem likely to be related to them, though. Unless it was someone breaking and entering?