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Who: Clamor & open!
When: Late April, vaguely between the 19th and the end of the month as needed
What: Mostly Nerd Stuff™ but basically just Clamor going about his daily business. So... Reading. Study club. Conspiracy notes. Not sleeping. etc.
Warnings: whatever you call PTSD from having your soul ripped out of your body and placed in an inanimate object, there sure is some of that in the last prompt

[A - Library, any days during lunch or between classes]

Books are a scholar's best friend, and Clamor is certainly no exception. Anyone looking for Clamor would be wise to check the library first, as it's the place he tends to gravitate to when he has nowhere else to be—during school hours, anyway. Books are a comfort, and he'll usually be seated far in the back with piles of them stacked at his sides, or browsing the shelves of history and fiction to pull out anything that looks interesting. Sometimes he'll pull out a book and just start reading it right there, in the middle of the aisle, being a nuisance to anyone trying to pass through. Sorry, old habits.

Books are a comfort... and yet, he rarely looks comfortable, even though he goes out of his way to visit. He sits with his back to the wall, always, jumping at the slightest movements that catch the corner of his eye. It takes some time for him to fully settle in, and as the days pass his trips to the library become less frequent. But he does still drop in, from time to time, to check what's still on the shelves if nothing else. Not even the unnerving atmosphere is enough to keep him from surrounding himself with books.

He'll usually have a notebook out for writing, if he does decide to sit down and read, and he certainly doesn't mind the company. He doesn't seem especially picky, either, but his stack is usually populated with an abundance of history books and horror novels. Care to trade some recommendations, perhaps?

[B - Class 3-A, after school club hours]

After school comes Study Club, and Clamor is diligent in his attendance—not for his own studies, really, but to make sure that a certain someone is getting enough help with his homework. He's usually hovering near wherever Noah is, though he's not glued to the kid's side at all times. Just most of the time.

But really, he's happy to step in and help anyone who looks like they need it. He's a patient teacher, and he's adamant in making sure everyone understands the material rather than just giving the answers. Rest assured, you will understand the value and importance of algebra before leaving this room, and you'll know how to actually do it!

Of course, there's also the other kind of studying that goes on once the last of the "normal" students leave for the day. Past 6PM, he'll stick around the room for awhile longer to chat with anyone who wants to discuss the murder investigation, the current transfer student situation, or any other weird shit that's going on. He keeps a special notebook set aside for these matters, filled with personal notes of what's been discovered thus far. Did you miss that clusterfuck of a meeting? Clamor can hook you up with the details.

[C - Class 1-C, after 6PM]

When free time comes around again and all the students and staff have gone home, Clamor once again returns to the library... but he doesn't tend to stay very long, unlike during school hours. Rather, he heads in with a purpose and walks back out with a book or two in hand, apparently fearless of the consequences. He's an acquired a few bandaids on the ends of his fingers recently... but only a few, and no more past the 25th. And every night before 11PM he returns like clockwork, putting his books back where he found them and walking back out, equally fearless.

Yeah, that's right. There's a loophole and it's called being responsible. Who would've thought?

Anyway, he's much more at ease reading in his homeroom, and he can sometimes be found scribbling down notes in his notebook when his nose isn't buried in a novel. Sometimes it actually is just homework notes—he's already a fan of history, and being from a vastly different world only makes it more fascinating to learn about—but other times it seems like he's writing out his thoughts in an attempt to sort through them. It's not always very coherent, unfortunately, but lines like "Students and teachers - real? illusion? based on whom?", "Physical displacement - why recreate my body? how??" and the constant mentions of cultists might stand out more to confused shoulder-readers.

Don't worry, he only kind of looks like a crazed conspiracy theorist over here. It makes more sense in context, probably.

[D - Cooking room, between midnight and 6AM]

Clamor does try to go to sleep at a reasonable hour. He's quite adept at sleeping in uncomfortable places—chairs, desks, the floor... and sleep is important. He knows it's important. It's what's going to keep them all a little more sane, when their lives have been drawn into this strange prison and the threat of death looms in the air. He succeeds, most nights. By the time morning comes there's only an hour or so left of the silence, and he's too busy making himself presentable to dwell on anything else. Everything's fine. He's fine.

But some nights, he doesn't succeed. The silence always gets to him, but it's worse when he tries to close his eyes—when he can't sleep before the strike of midnight, or when some terror jolts him awake and it becomes impossible to go back to sleep again. Not when all he can think about is the unnatural silence, the darkness, digging his remaining fingernails into his arms just to make sure he can feel something, that his soul isn't being ripped away again and left to rot in a place where not even time can touch—

It's a futile effort, and he'd rather just fall asleep in class than keep trying to force it.

So, it's late night tea time now.

The prepackaged tea isn't great, but he makes enough of it for a few cups. It's cheap lemon flavoured, with a hint of boiled banana water. He's happy to share, even if his smile doesn't seem to linger as long as it normally would.

He has his notebook with him, too, both for communication and idle distraction... but it's even harder to write coherent theories when you haven't slept a full night in possibly days. He's mostly just scribbling down nonsense, maybe some plans for the day, the occasional magic-looking spell circle... you know, normal school stuff.

Threaded | Flat

[Noah isn't really good at this whole sleeping thing either, to be fair. Something something night terrors and PTSD and all that. He barely knows what that acronym even means, what with mental health education being, erm, nonexistent on Elrios.

But he's up, because, well... sleep just wasn't happening, and he'd rather be up and moving around rather than suffering trying to get in a single moment of rest.

When he breaks into the kitchen for Forbidden Snacking, however, he's not expecting to see Clamor there. He has to do a double-take, taking a startled-half step backwards and just... processing, because, uh. Only one of them is supposed to be the irresponsible one up at fuckall in the morning, Clamor.

Noah has his PDA on him always, and he checks the time. Yep. Ungodly. Something must be going on. He types on the PDA proper because he doesn't notice the notebook at first — but he doesn't send the message and opts to show Clamor the screen instead.]

it's like 3 y r u awake
everything ok???

[As usual, Kokichi is spending his free time poking around everywhere. What can he even find that's new at this point, after weeks of being here? Well, it doesn't hurt to keep looking. Not like he has anything better to do anyway – shockingly, he isn't terribly popular.

So, poking his head into one of the other classrooms, he spots a familiar figure hunched over scribbling away. It's either boredom or curiosity that has him approaching. It's not yet quiet hours, but Kokichi is good at moving quietly when he wants to. Surprisingly so, even, for someone so dedicated to being as obnoxious as possible most of the time.

So it might be a surprise when he slips up behind Clamor, leaning over his shoulder and suddenly speaking brightly.]

Ehh, are you really doing homework right now?

[In the same moment, one hand shoots out to snag the notebook being scribbled on. Don't mind him, just being nosy as fuck.]

( Heathcliff did miss that "clusterfuck of a meeting," mostly because he doesn't deal with dead stuff well, and... there were a lot of people. Even if he had attended, he wouldn't have anything to bring to the table, and he probably would've been talked over too -

he can act like a little lord when he needs to, but while he's trying to get his bearings? No good.

Still: there's a Study Club, and this world is... vastly different than everything he's ever learned, so a little help is welcome. Clamor's probably seen his face around a few times - not just here either, seeing as White is in Clamor's class, and if nothing else White is as comforting a presence to have around as Figaro is... but yes, he's here to learn - and he's here to quietly listen to discussions after the club is officially over, looking a mix of worried, sick, and something teetering on whatever emotion "this sounds bad we should fix this" falls under.

People are in need. Even if he doesn't have his magic here, even if he isn't a Sage's Wizard in anything but name right now, he should help... And not to mention there's how he woke up with blood on his hands and it makes him sick to think about it and-

Which is why, despite his shyness, he approaches Clamor and... clears his throat quietly, hands laced in front of him. )

Um... Sir Clamor - do you mind if we speak for a little bit? If you have the time to... If you're busy, then I can ask again some other time -

( please help )

[He'd woken from his sleep - it's a bit uncomfortable, given that they have no beds and he's an old man with a bad back - and found that people spoke truly about there being no way to speak at night.

The sensation of actually needing to sleep is strange enough - actually experiencing dreams is another, as most Servants no longer have the capacity to dream when they do sleep, only endlessly repeating their memories when they were alive.

It wasn't a dream. But that's to be expected, with his life, and in this new place full of so much stress.

Entering the kitchen and finding someone who's there was a surprise, but...at the same time, it also made sense. Many people were sure to have sleepless nights around here.

He enters with a smile and a wave, taking a seat down at whatever table Clamor is at and taking out his own notebook and pencil to write - flipping past a few pages of complicated-looking equations before hitting a blank page in precise, neat handwriting.]

Night mares bothering you? Or perhaps the night hags?

[Just a little humor.]

Edited 2021-04-26 22:14 (UTC)

[ Diona noticed from time to time the man pulls books out of the room and walks out with them. A she was aware the books were not allowed to leave the Library, she was trying very hard to find information about Teyvat. After Mads told her hollywood exists, but her home lands did not.

It made her sad because reading everything was far too hard for her! However she would often try from time to time. On one of her split second decisions, she decides to follow him one day. Quietly as a mouse - or cat in this instance. When he tides away at writing and creating his work - it seems he does not notice Diona. She takes advantage of this and waits 'til he is looking away and when he turns back he will suddenly see Diona sitting casually and very cooly upon his workspace/desk. ]

Hello~!

Edited 2021-04-26 23:01 (UTC)

[When Clamor walks into the classroom, he finds Ritsuka sprawled over one of the desks, fiddling with a glove that fits over her tattooed hand and- hey, where in the blazes did she get that outfit?

She frowns at the glove, tugging it over her hand again, aiming at a wall, firmly saying,] Gandr, [...and yet nothing happens.

Ritsuka slams her head against the desk and sighs, twirling some... some...

Is she twirling a loop of sand in her fingers?]

Oh, hey, Clamor. Am I in your way?

[ figaro is awake as well, but he tends to be a night owl anyway so it isn't like he's really losing sleep over it. these soundless nights may be troubling in general, but the one good thing is that he can sneak up into someone without surprising them and disturbing their peace. normally he can do that without magic, but... he can't right now. so.

the shadow of his doctor's coat waving in the wind may have given him away in advance, but in case it didn't, figaro's going to loom over clamor from behind, looking over his shoulder to check out what he's been writing. to-do notes and homework are typical enough as it is, but the magic circle certainly caught his eye - is he a wizard as well?

a mute chuckle. let him read off your notes from here clamor he'll be here all night if he doesn't notice the doctor anytime soon. ]

Threaded | Flat

Cooking bc we ain't sleepin

c is for "cyou asked for this"

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