Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

You know, Dante had given real thought to just not leaving his bed for the next twelve hours, but - sigh - prep had to be done and shit.

"Is it just me, or is this an accident waiting to happen?" he said, as he wandered back into the room and immediately tore a chunk of gingerbread out of the wall.

[not_every_mage]

"We're doomed," Anders agreed lazily. "But at least we'll go to our doom with full bellies."

He looked askance at Dante. "Do you have to take it out of our wall, though?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Who cares?" he said, tossing it in his mouth. He swallowed. "... Hey, are you free on Wednesday?"

[not_every_mage]

"The person who will be cold if you eat through the wall cares," Anders answered. "And I think so. It's dead between semesters."

[rebelseekspizza]

"So me and Ades were thinking about dragging you, Hya and Iz over to Baltimore to have some fun," Dante said, grinning. "Maybe hit a strip club... Ada's been picking up some money..."

[not_every_mage]

"That doesn't sound like a half-bad night," Anders said easily. "I'm in."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante grinned. "Good," he said. "Cause I think Ada scored us enough for one hell of a hotel room."

[not_every_mage]

"With a really big bed or three?" Anders asked, laughing. "Maybe a hot tub?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Bingo. And maybe a second room with a door if anyone wants to hang out by themselves and be boring," Dante offered.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada rapped at the edge of the door, something hidden behind her back. "H'llo third floor!" she called, peeking in. "Anyone home?"

[not_every_mage]

"I am," Anders called back around a mouthful of gingerbread. He swallowed before adding, "Hi, Ada. What's going on?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Couple things," she said easily, wandering in. "First is early delivery of presents, 'cause I don't know who's stayin' around while school's closed an' who is runnin' away elsewhere."

She tossed a jar of something red and shimmery on to Dante's bed -- he'd find it eventually -- and presented a jar filled with deep blue shimmer and a big red bow on it to Anders. "Don't let your roommate steal it all."

[not_every_mage]

"I'm not going anywhere, but I like presents," Anders volunteered, reaching out to take the jar. "Sorry I don't have anything for you."

He glanced at the jar for a moment, then at Ada with an apologetic smile. "Is this glitter? Doesn't the island have enough?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Island's glitter ain't edible! Usually." ADA. "I make it with honey-powder so it stays nice without gettin' too sticky, an' since it's mostly sugar it washes out a lot easier than th' plastic stuff."

She'd spent the entire weekend baking sugar-glitter. So much baking.

[not_every_mage]

"Oh," Anders said, turning the jar and watching the blue sugar catch the light.

Then, as he thought about the implications: "Oh. So you could use it anywhere you liked."

On the body, he meant. Not, like, in the room vs. in the halls. But his tone probably made that obvious.

[boneyard_girl]

"Well, you should probably ask b'fore usin' it on somethin' that ain't yours," she mused, eyes sparkling with mischief, "--but that's th' general idea."

She gestured to the glitter covering her arms. "It's what I wear most days."

[not_every_mage]

"It's pretty," Anders said, eyes appreciatively traveling up those pale, shiny arms. "I've noticed you like glitter. Didn't realize you made your own."

[vrajna_kralis]

"This isle does not get less bizarre the longer I stay." Hyacinthe was lounging in the doorway of room 322, licking frosting off his fingers and grinning at Anders. "Though this bit of oddness, I find myself minding not at all."

[not_every_mage]

"Why am I not surprised you have a taste for sweets?" Anders said, grinning back. "Hello there. Feel free to nibble on my walls."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Just your walls?" Hyacinthe asked with enough good humor that it could be left as a joke did Anders wish. "I could have just stayed in my own room for that."

He sauntered in, seeing the hole where Dante had snagged a handful. "I see you've already begun making inroads here."

[not_every_mage]

"Unless you see something else you like," Anders said, and winked before glancing over to the wall. "Oh, but blame my roommate for that. I was a good boy and didn't eat anything that could let the cold in."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Smart," Hyacinthe said, strolling inside. "I firmly believe in keeping the cold outside where it belongs. 'Tis colder here than in the City of Elua and I, a most delicate flower."

[not_every_mage]

"I can't say the same," Anders laughed, sitting up to beckon Hyacinthe closer. "Winter in Ferelden is just a bit colder than this, and rainy on top of it. My whole country's made of mud this time of year. Mud and dog shit."

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe wrinkled his nose. "Sounds dreadful," he said. "You're much better off here, where 'tis warmer and better smelling."

It was a rare day when Terre D'Ange was sullied by mud and fewer still by the overpowering scent of any kind of shit.

...In 1000 AD, yes. Just go with it.

[not_every_mage]

"You aren't wrong," Anders said, with a little shrug. "Not just about the smell or the weather, either. The company here's pretty nice."