Second Study Session

[lockdownmods]

After last week, you'd all hope that this wouldn't come to pass again. Yet, after the third week you've all had maybe some of you may have begun to feel a creeping dread. There are a few different reactions to have when you wake up on Friday morning and look around. The hallucinations and the voices are all gone. Get up and walk around, but they're nowhere to be found now; just a memory now.

What's left is the why. Maybe you've all passed.

Or just maybe... you should hurry and check the main building.

Comments

[sendintheclown]

[Hey.

Shirou.

What's that tucked under Gogol's arm?]

Table for two, please!

[swordsinternally]

I'm not making food for whatever you have under there.

[ This is honestly just the flattest response that he's going to get today. He doesn't have the tolerance for this. ]

[sendintheclown]

[Sur-priiiiise, it's Grantaire's head in a jar!]

Oh come on, you'd really deny us a nice meal together?

[swordsinternally]

The dead can't eat, you know. You can take whatever you, personally, can eat, but I don't want food to go to waste.

[ Shirou doesn't seem to be bothered in the slightest bit by the head, it seems like. ]

[sendintheclown]

It'd feel mighty rude to eat in front of him when he has nothing!

[That's not how you treat your beloved severed head.]

[swordsinternally]

Then no breakfast for you.

[sendintheclown]

[Gogol makes a deflated noise.]

Can I at least keep it on the table?

[swordsinternally]

As long as you're not bothering the others.

[sendintheclown]

Oh, I’d never.

[Dismissive hand wave.]

...say, do you have any candles back there?

[swordsinternally]

... why?

[ That's when he'll give his actual 'yes' or 'no' answer. ]

[sendintheclown]

Well... [He looks to the head, then back to Shirou.] You know.

[Wink.]

[swordsinternally]

... Even if we had a candle in here. I wouldn't give it to you to go on a date with the disembodied head.

[ This is the most cursed thing he's said all day. ]

[sendintheclown]

Do you not believe in romance, Emiya?

[swordsinternally]

... I do. But not with a disembodied head.

[sendintheclown]

[He scoffs.]

So old fashioned!

[swordsinternally]

I'm not old fashion--

Look. I'm not your mom, so do whatever you want.

[sendintheclown]

Thank you Emiyaaaaaaa!

[He's just gonna put that head right opposite him at the table, take his own portion and...

Well, thankfully he's not about to unscrew the lid to do it, but he's trying to feed the head from his own fork. Just pressing it up to the jar and giggling. He's having so much fun.]