[Locked to apprentices] Backdated to evening of 10/19

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor looks quite a bit different than she did the last time she broadcast over the network. She looks furious. She's also filthy. Her hair is mussed and there are mud and grass stains streaking her shirt and face. One arm is being held a little stiffly as she holds the mirror aloft with the other. There are paint splatters on the wall behind her and other signs of the chaos the other apprentices had found in their rooms that day.]

Atem did this. He trashed our apartments and fucking threw Mrs. Brisby's home into the water outside. How do I know? Because he fucking told me. Oh, and before anyone calls me a snitch or whatever, he also told me to tell everyone. Mrs. Brisby is safe, she wasn't home. But what if he'd done something worse than just break our shit? I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him but someone better handle him before he does something worse.

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[mrsbrisby]

Being cautious sounds like a very good idea. [ She decided as her little feet landed on the carpet. ] There are still the witches to worry about and their spells, whether Atem meant to do any harm or not. [ A minute later and she was climbing up the furniture to sit next to Eleanor's shoulder on the backrest of the sofa. ] Now I think I could do something about this injury. [ If she wasn't stopped she was going to sing, a light song in her sweet mousy voice that contained the notes of healing magic. ]

[unladenswallow]

It seems several persons where their unfortunate experiments. At least I was only altered into some sort of gourd.

Fair point. ( she nodded. ) We should focus on how to at least subdue them if nothing else. Magic doesn't necessarily mean a trump card in the end. ( atem was, honestly, the least of their worries at the moment. he had done something shitty and ciri had no doubt that people would have a tête-à-tête with him for it but the sisters were really the "prize" they should all have their eyes on. still, he was the topic of conversation and given they were tidying from his mess, well, there may not be a subject change in sight for a minute at least.

she left the medicinal needs to mrs. b since she was able to do more for eleanor than herself. she instead focused on separating clothes. ) Confused? Perhaps he was in an altered state of mind. I know some people who can do some pretty awful things just from losing their temper alone. Maybe Atem had something happen to him that caused him to see in red, so to speak. Not that it makes a difference, really. It was still asshole-like behaviour.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor was definitely not going to stop her! Her tiny awesome roommate was healing her with the magic she just learned. That was awesome! She smiled down at her, not wanting to interrupt her while she worked. The idea of being healed was still a new one and a little weird, but she had to admit, it felt pretty good.]

Yeah... I got a nasty boil on my face. I think I got off the easiest of anyone.

[She sighed, looking up at Ciri]

I don't know. I don't know him as well as some of the others, but this seems super unlike him. He's always so nice. And, yeah, they say 'it's always the quiet ones' but I don't know...

[mrsbrisby]

[ When her song ended Eleanor's shoulder shouldn't still hurt but it might be a little stiff. Healing magic wasn't perfect. She breathed out a tired sigh and sat herself down right where she stood on the back of the sofa to take a rest. ]

Those witches have all this really powerful magic... I don't see why they feel the need to waste it like they have been. Don't they ever get tired?