![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
who: Kaiba & OPEN (+ closed prompts in comments)
what: Adjusting to an increase in population, various prompts
when: First few days of the new term
where: Around campus and in town, various locations
warning: discussions of minor injury, others to be added if needed, none anticipated
some spellwork
It's been a rough few days for Kaiba, as evidenced by the noticeable wad of bandage on his nose. He's quiet and focused in his classes, and the work gets done, but as soon as he has free time, he jumps back into the next stage of his plan. He has some scrap paper piled in front of him, a wand ready for some glyph work...and he chants his calculation.
That little pile of paper scraps in front of him? It doubled in size. And then doubled again. What an efficient spell! He crouches and immediately begins to draw a counterspell, but the trash pile soon takes over that space. Time to switch gears. The trash pile is closing in.
"Should've put a brake in the glyph..."
Students passing by this lab may notice paper scraps starting to spill into the hallway.
nightly drudgery
If there's one thing that Kaiba needs, it's money. And how is he going to get it? With a job. He's spent the last few months searching for work that suits him, and at last he's found it...by filing paperwork at City Hall. Learning about the ways magic influences property disputes and reading about late night brawls was amusing at first, but nothing can last.
Every evening, after class and homework, he rushes out the gates in a simple navy suit. If a student heads out to dinner, maybe they'll find him seated on the steps for a dinner break, sorting through a giant pile of rubbish.
"If I never hear another case about trees crossing property lines, it'll be too soon."
what: Adjusting to an increase in population, various prompts
when: First few days of the new term
where: Around campus and in town, various locations
warning: discussions of minor injury, others to be added if needed, none anticipated
some spellwork
It's been a rough few days for Kaiba, as evidenced by the noticeable wad of bandage on his nose. He's quiet and focused in his classes, and the work gets done, but as soon as he has free time, he jumps back into the next stage of his plan. He has some scrap paper piled in front of him, a wand ready for some glyph work...and he chants his calculation.
That little pile of paper scraps in front of him? It doubled in size. And then doubled again. What an efficient spell! He crouches and immediately begins to draw a counterspell, but the trash pile soon takes over that space. Time to switch gears. The trash pile is closing in.
"Should've put a brake in the glyph..."
Students passing by this lab may notice paper scraps starting to spill into the hallway.
nightly drudgery
If there's one thing that Kaiba needs, it's money. And how is he going to get it? With a job. He's spent the last few months searching for work that suits him, and at last he's found it...by filing paperwork at City Hall. Learning about the ways magic influences property disputes and reading about late night brawls was amusing at first, but nothing can last.
Every evening, after class and homework, he rushes out the gates in a simple navy suit. If a student heads out to dinner, maybe they'll find him seated on the steps for a dinner break, sorting through a giant pile of rubbish.
"If I never hear another case about trees crossing property lines, it'll be too soon."
for noa
This woman navigates the hallways, desperately searching the library for curse removal options. A book here, scroll there...and when they spot a familiar face in the next aisle and need to pass, their heels click to a halt.
"Excuse me."
It's a high-pitched whisper that they hope isn't too suspicious.
omg,
And then they come near, and speak.
"Ah, no problem," he starts, before the rest of his brain catches up.
Wait. Wait.
Wait.
"....Have we met." NO.
no subject
Long hair is deliberately pushed over a shoulder, trying to partially obscure the face. Time to quickly hurry out.
...well he would, but in his haste a book clatters to the floor. He scrambles to pick it up, cursing this stupid skirt and hoping Noa will just walk away. Nothing to see here.
no subject
UH.
"...Adelai," he mutters, not immediately approaching. "Get some 'stealth penguins'..."
Well that's not suspicious at all. Still, Noa then moves to pick up the book and pass it over. "Are you certain? You're acting very hasty..." WHAT'S GOING ONNNNNN.
no subject
Stealth penguins? What's Noa doing? Seto's not sure he can keep up this falsetto voice, it's more painful than he expected.
He tugs on his locks of hair once more, pulling them over his face. He can definitely see well enough to go back to the edge of the grounds, right? The right book is in hand, it has to be.
no subject
Noa has already picked up a voice. "You sound strained too- do you need a water?"
He's absolutely suspicious isn't he.
no subject
And sighs. He's not even trying with the voice anymore.
"Is it that bad? Mal assured me I would pass, I need to see her about a refund."
no subject
no subject
Seto is...so awkward, shifting from foot to foot. His voice is a pained whisper. "I received a package in the mail that looked like a new coat. I put it on, and it immediately trapped me in this dress. I can't get it off, and it itches painfully if I try to cover myself with robes or something. I thought disguising myself as a woman would attract slightly less attention than stomping around here as myself in a dress."
Clearly, he'd thought wrong.
no subject
He has bad news.
"...You didn't think to pass them off as robes?"
He gestures to his own. Seto he's basically wearing a loose gown here, with a cloak over it.
Well okay maybe not the point. He sighs. "I'm going to assume the package had no sender then?" Evidently Mal was the one who helped disguise him but...