BunniesOfDoom

Umbra Rose Condos

Iris Madril

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Location: Building 1, lobby
Interactions: @Morgannis, @Lugubrious

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Iris peered at Alphonse as he gave a nervous chuckle. She let a bright, wolfish grin cross her face as she gave him a light bump with her hip. “Hey, don't go sweating it.” She stepped closer to him, as if making herself a physical barrier between Alphonse and the large group of residents in the cafeteria. She straightened her back, bringing herself to her full height even though at her full height she found she was still just a smidgen shorter than Alphonse. “You got me.” She sent out a challenging gaze out to anyone who caught her eye before she peered back at him over her shoulder. “Nothin' will happen to you while I'm here. Don't worry.”

And that was when the commotion in the kitchen started. Iris snapped her head in that direction, tuning into the sounds from within the kitchen. The fridge was on the fritz. All the food in it was spoiled. When she heard the lamb Borkus had planned for her was ruined, Iris felt a little saddened. She didn't know that Borkus had planned her a meal like that and then lost it. It was a shame, really. One she would have to just get over. She didn't even know she was going to get a special meal so losing it wasn't too much of a lose.

“It sounds like the fridge is out. They didn't catch it in time. The food in it has gone bad.” A look of disappointment had settled on her face at the thought of having fresh lamb for dinner. Man that sounded so good right now. Thankfully, she did have a large filling of protein earlier that day. So she wasn't in desperate need of it now. “Including my lamb.” She sighed as she shrugged her shoulder. “C'est la vie.” She peered around the cafeteria, watching the tables fill up quickly. At this point, many of the tables were being taken. Very few were left open at this point and, of course, the few who were sitting alone. Iris's eyes kept moving to Khalid as he got his food and took a seat. She wanted to talk to him about the therapy he was offering the residents.

“Perhaps, we should find ourselves a seat. They're filling up quickly. I also would love to talk to that Shoggoth about the therapy he is offering.” She peeked at Alphonse before nodding to the table Khalid had taken for himself. “You are, of course, welcome to go and do your own thing. I don't mean to drag you along without you wanting to.” She slipped her hands into her pocket and waited a moment before heading to the table, whether Alphonse followed or not. She pulled the chair out and flipped it around before sitting down. She rested her arms on the top of the back before she rested her chin on her arms. “So,” she began before she locked her eyes on Khalid. She was trying so very hard to ignore the smell of the Shoggoth. It really was so strong. It helped that they were in a wide open area like the cafeteria. She was just worried what the therapy sessions would be like, trapped with that stench in a small room. They would have to cross that bridge when they come to it.

“Therapy huh? So, how would that work? Have you worked with werewolves before? Would I be your first one? Where did you get your license from?” She paused a moment before she narrowed her eyes on him. “You do have a license, right?” Can monsters get licenses? She supposed they could, as long as they looked like her of Khalid here. Someone like Alphonse would find it hard to go to a mortal class without people freaking out. So it wasn't completely unrealistic to assume he would have a license for therapy. Or did monsters have their own therapy licenses and classes? That would be interesting but if monsters did more than just try and survive from day to day, one would hear about it, right? Unless, unless the more sophisticated monsters had their system buried within the human system. That could work. Maybe, they just followed the same standards but tweaked it a bit to make up for the fact that the client-base are monsters and not humans.

Iris's gaze lost focus as she found her thoughts falling into the rabbit hole of just what monsters could do, if they wanted to. After all, why stop at therapy. Did they have their fingers dipped into all the things mortal? Are there really lizardmen running the government? They could, if they really did have the ability to shapeshift. But why would a monster want to control the world anymore than a human? They were just trying to survive like everyone else. She would definitely have to look it up when she gets back to her apartment. Only then did she remember her phone was destroyed and her focus seemed to return as she frowned. She still needed a new phone and maybe get a computer.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@ERode
I suppose that's true. Money can buy a lot of things. Even political power. :P

And yes, since Bunnies has finished their sheet, there'll be no need to wait. Once they're done with the edits I pointed out, I can begin the selection process.

... And make a bunch of people sad... T-T

... But a bunch will get to be happy too! So, silver lining?

@Xaltwind

Modified properly! Tell me if it looks good.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@BunniesOfDoom
That is a very cute faceclaim and I like her obsessive nature.

HOWEVER!

There's no such thing as Telekinetic or Healing Magic "schools". The closest you could get to it would be Wind Magic (for moving things at range by making the wind carry it) and Light/Holy Magic (for casting Holy Healing spells).

I'd also urge you to check the "Magic:" hider and the "Spell List"-section therein, to properly list your spells.

Other than these bits though, she looks fine. Althought I'm not sure Village Chief is an "occupation" you can have before settling into and living in a place... xD

@Xaltwind

I'll go take a look and modify it.

So everyone else gets to just claim their jobs and I gotta work for mine! Not fair! Fine, fine. She'll work for it. Like a mad scientist trying to prove God is fake.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

You fools look like you could use a leader of some sort!

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Name: Adrila Jaaxa
Age: 103
Gender: Female
Race: Elf

Appearance:

Height: 5'3
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Pale Blonde

Description:
Adrila is your average elf height, not standing very tall or very short. She has a soft, gentle face with laugh lines ingrained in it. She has straight, white hair that she keeps exceptionally long even though having such long hair can be such a pain at times. She can be seen wearing form fitting tunics of a deep forest green color with multiple layers of clothing underneath. She wears thin bracers along her wrists to keep her sleeves down and a thick belt around her waist with a long cloak, woven into her tunic.

Personality:
If there is anyone who is a stickler for the rules, Adrila would be it. She likes order, and plans, and when things follow those orders and plans. After being alive for more than a century, she has learned a thing on two on how to deal with people and to get them to do what needs to be done, nicely. She has too kind of a heart to really push people more than they need to be and really hates when she has to be rude to someone to get something done, but she will do it if she has to. She does have her moments, however, where her youthful emotions get the better of her and she has a bit of an outburst if things seem to be spiraling out of control but usually, she's very calm headed and in control.

Quirks:
- When deep in thought, she'll twirl her hands and when absolutely consumed by an idea, she might snap by her ear as she thinks. She isn't sure where she got it or why she developed it but it helps her stay focused on the task at hand, the snapping especially since it gives her a rhythm she can focus onto.
- Adrila tends to have high anxiety and combats that by covering every little detail of her work. It's not bad enough to be considered OCD with rituals, but she likes to have every step covered and if things tend to sway off the path, she'll have a backup plan for her backup plan.
- If her backup plan for her backup plan starts to fall through, Adrila's anxiety can cause her to malfunction at time. She might try to figure out where her plans went wrong instead of focus on the problem at hand. She can get stuck in this rut for quite a while without someone helping pull her out of it.

Brief History:
Adrila was born to a mid class family who had connections with nobility so she grew up going to balls and parties and learning in the same schools as the other children in higher economic classes than herself. During school, it because obvious very quickly that Adrila was a little- different from the other children. Where the other children spent more time with each other and focusing on non school matters, Adrila spent almost all her time with her nose in the books. She took extra classes, a healer's class being one of her favorite out of her electives and one she continued to progress with during her education at the school. She did, of course, have a few friends but most were bookworms like her. She graduated top of her class and was fought over by the nobles who all wanted her to be their advisor. Eventually, she settled into her new job and began getting things into running order. It didn't take long for everything to be to her liking, so she requested a small chance to go out in the world and explore. She advised the noble that her infrastructure would run by itself, almost perfectly, for a few weeks and she would come back in more than enough time to return to it. Of course, the noble agreed and off she went to see the world she never got to see. Till one day, she got lost and in a fit of anxiety and panic, came across the village.

-- Skills/Spells, Stats & Items ---

Occupation: Not the Village Chief, yet

Social Status: Noble Advisor

Skills:
- Planning/Organization (Expert): She has backup plans for her backup plans
- Air/Wind (Apprentice): Can use apprentice level Air/Wind spells and magical items, can read up to Adept level tomes
- Light/Holy (Adept): Can use adept level Light/Holy spells and items, can read up to expert level tomes

Equipment:
- Large Leather Satchel
- Willow wood wand for casting spells
- Small collection of books
Books:
The Complete Guide to Planning and Maintaining an Organized Lifestyle
Healing, Expert Level
A Kissin' Miss

Spells:
- Cure Wound, Holy (Adept): Can cure small wounds easily. Can also cleanse meager illnesses or sickness. It would need to be cast more than once for more advanced wounds and requires complete focus while casting. Can only focus on one thing at a time.
- Move Item, Wind (Apprentice): Can move one small item with the help of wind up to 30 feet, a medium item up to 10, and a large item up to 5. Cannot move an item that she could not physically lift.

--- My House ---

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

Jesus Christ guys! Be careful lol. Don't go getting viruses cause I made up some bullshit link xD

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

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Never have I been more disappointed to find a blank lander page. Unfortunately no matter what I try it doesn't seem to have been archived anywhere.

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I suppose I should get another post up quickly so Erin can bring this news to the gang.

Having more curiosity than good sense, Erin would probably open that link up while waiting for the others to get out of their classes. Would she notice anything obviously instructional or the like for her to latch onto as a really funny idea to try? Either way, I'll have her message a group chat about the crazy instructor to give people something to respond to.

@TheMushroomLord

It's going to be a whole website dedicated to people trying out different techniques and a forum of people chatting about the adventures they're going on.

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

Ok, I’ll just wait for the evening then!

@Crimson Flame

It shouldn't take too long. I started and ended the class in one fell swoop lol

EDIT

I don't know if that's a real website! I made it up! Don't go really looking for it xD I can't imagine what you might find at the end of it

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

When Erin strolled into the, it was full to the brim with chattering students but the one at the front of the class was not the usual professor. It was one of the TA's that followed the professor around. They stood before everyone, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. The professor was at his desk, a newspaper opened and with his feet up, looking like he couldn't care in the least. The TA kept glancing down at his wrist watch then back at the class as the seat filled in more and more. At about five past eight, he cleared his throat but that didn't seem to catch the kids attention. With a nervous glance at the professor, who peered at the TA from over his newpaper with a raised eyebrow, the TA tried once more to quiet the class and start the lecture. “Settle down everyone! Class has begun!” The classroom grew quiet as the students settled into their seats and gave the TA their full attention.

“Today's lecture is about the psychology of dreams.” A mummer began to sweep through the class and the TA cleared his throat, loudly this time. The students grew quiet again and the TA started his powerpoint presentation. “There are a lot of theories as to what dreams are. No one really knows.” The TA pressed a button on his clicker and his presentation went to the next slide. “A strong theory is that dreams are just a mumble jumble of things our brains have stored away, used in a way to process life and kind of sort things through. They don't mean anything and the more often someone is in your life, the more you will encounter them in your dream.” He clicked the button on his clicker to get to the next slide. This one showed an image of Captain America and the Avengers. “However, that leaves people wondering about those dreams that seem different than the typical ones. Those dreams that leave us waking up in the morning, wondering if this world is even real. What about those dreams? The dreams where you fall and hurt your back and you can feel it. Or those who have lived completely separate lives in those dreams just to wake up distraught. What about those dreams?” This seemed to catch the professor's attention and he lowered the newspaper, folding it, and resting it in his lap as he watched the TA's presentation. The TA flashed him an awkward smile before continuing.

“There's a theory,” The TA began, only for the professor to cut him off.

“A theory?” The older man said as he crossed his arms over his chest before letting his feet drop down from the desk.

“Okay, well it's not exactly a proven theory. More like, a guess.” The professor chuffed our a laugh and the TA nervously fidgeted before continuing with his lecture. “I'm sure you are all aware of the multiverse theory. You've all seen it in the recent super hero movies of different realities. Some researchers,” the professor cleared his throat and the TA sighed lightly before continuing, “some people, believe that when you sleep, you have a chance to break through the barrier that separates our dimension or reality from another. They even went as far as to try and test this theory out. There were a few successful attempts and getting to a regular place with months of trial and error. It really is a fascinating subject! Just think! You go to sleep and the next thing you know, you're in a completely different world. Perhaps one where magic is real and you can cast fireballs out of your hands!”

“Okay,” the professor said as he stood up from his chair. “I think this loony lecture has gone off the rails. Like he said in the beginning of the lecture. Dreams aren't really understood too well but I think we can pretty much all agree that they're NOT” the professor snatched the clicker away from the TA, “portals to different realms, hmm?” He started to flip through the slides, each one having a picture of some book or movie action scene where a hero or group of heroes were fighting a heroic battle. The last slide only had a short url in the center. Https:/ /dreamsrreal .org. The professor turned to the class, as he waved his hand to the link on display. “This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should do your research and check and double check your information before you go through the trouble of making a presentation. It can make you look like a loon.” He threw the clicker down on the desk with a huff as he shook his head at the TA. “Well, I guess class is dismissed. You were supposed to be taught by him today but I think I rather you not learn anything at all than learn nonsense. Class dismissed.”

Imaginarium: Careful what you think of

So what should the rest of us be doing? 🤔

@Crimson Flame

Well, yall are welcome to explain what your class is like, if you want. I will more than happily rp as everyone's teacher if you like! But we won't be lingering long on the classes. We'll skip to the evening pretty quickly.