life is full of games (OPEN)

[closewithnewintown]

Who: Stephanie AND YOU
When: 29th-1st
What: Stephanie tries to keep herself occupied.

[all alone, unable to play outside, in a rundown location. how familiar.

but, somehow, Stephanie doubts that she can shoot a letter into the sky and fix everything, this time.

she always makes do, though, and as the days of spring break go by, she does what she does what she does best: play. she likes the auditorium best of all; until she can go outside, it's probably the most appropriate place to play. on the 29th, she's playing hopscotch, having drawn out a board using charcoal and using a piece of the same as a marker. on the 31st, she's playing Brave Knight Sir Pinky with the really neat resin knife someone decided to give a small child, fencing with her own shadow, with the sort of stance and surety that makes it clear that someone has taken the time to literally teach her fencing.]

En garde! Pret! Allez!

[she also finds herself drawn to the clock tower. sure, it's pretty high up, but it's the only way she can see outside. on the 1st, during the day, she can be found with her face pressed against the glass like a poor kid in a candy store, just looking. like she can somehow soak up some of that great outdoors through thick glass. she can also be seen writing intently in a notebook, idly nibbling on the very last of an apple core.

she has set up a makeshift bed in the corner of her homeroom class, with her extra uniform as a pillow and a "sleeping bag" that is just a length of fabric she's wrapped herself up in like a little pink burrito. she is in bed by 8:08 sharp every night, and asleep by 8:30. until such a time that this changes, she is blissfully unaware of the nightly silence.]

Comments

[loyalbreed]

I see. [ Within that moment Gawain had come to defer a few thoughts on the matter, his own judgement upon Ritsuka was one that could not be ignored. What when she were more a less a fraud of a Master - in actual terms to what Clock Tower Magus presume they should be akin like. The peculiarity of it, settled strangely upon his mind. Not that, he held doubt of their capacity as a Master. Rather, the doubt of her prowess as a Magus were now not only assured, but validated thusly.

How can one whom riddled with evident scars of the usage of magic, and battle worn arms. Seem capable of standing alone and alive before him the way that she were? It was obvious Ritsuka endured much that was left be imagined. The Knight was not blind to the mental scars of war, if anything he were a strong contender in understanding how deeply they go. Yet with Ritsuka, it seemed there was much more - much much much more depth to these scars that laid out thickly. ]

Fret not, perhaps then the classes can be shared between the like of both of you know? In good fun I suppose. [ Ritsuka bound about the conversation, rather whimsically. Gawain wondered if Steph could follow the path it had went. He adjusts and allows his tone to remain lofty. As was the conversation he continues with. ] I would have you know, my meals were favored by the King themself! You needn’t worry yourself, my handling of Mashed Potatoes will go unchallenged.

[closewithnewintown]

As long as we follow the recipe, we'll be fine! You can't mess up as long as you follow the instructions. [britain invaded half the world for spices etc etc

but ooh WILDERNESS SURVIVAL] We should all go camping in those woods once they let us outside! Me and my friends would go camping all the time back home.

[tempingforatlas]

The same King Arthur who taught Bedivere that unseasoned, charred black Gazer eyes are good eating. That King Arthur, [Ritsuka says, voice utterly flat.

Then again, eating those unseasoned, charred black Gazer eyes did save the lives of those refugees (that she saved from Gawain), but she's trying to make a point here.] You can try and teach him if you want, Stephanie, but I'm warning you it's a fool's quest. Even Beni-Enma couldn't get him to make proper food.

And if I can backpack across the width of North America while dealing with bloodthirsty Celts and capitalist automatons, I can probably handle a little camping trip. I'll see what I can do.

[loyalbreed]

I see Master, perhaps we should let our cooking speak for itself then? [ There is a light chuckle, but he seems ardently confident in these placed words. His mashed potatoes and him go way back - centuries time in fact. According to Gawain that is. ]

A camping trip? It sounds like a good bit of fun, I hope then that things here settle down and we are allowed to explore freely otherwise.

[closewithnewintown]

[solemnly, hand over heart] I promise I won't let him burn the school down too much.

[but maybe he can have a little bit, as a treat.

and then she's just kinda excited bouncing.] It'll be so much fun! We'll go exploring and build a fire and make s'mores and tell spooky stories and [honestly it's been like two weeks without sunshine she's wilting like a fern she needs this]

[tempingforatlas]

We've got to find a way out of this school first... but failing that, I'll see what I can do in the courtyard once we figure out a way to get in there. That wisteria tree looks like a primo spot for chillaxing.

[Pardon Gudako's lingo, Stephanie. She's from the 2010s.]

[loyalbreed]

I am wondering if there are more areas about the school, aside from the courtyard that is barred off from our access. [ Gawain means, like the labyrinth of the Moon cell. ] Regardless, the wisteria tree is beautiful albeit emulating a sense of ominous feeling that feels rather strange.