telecosmetic: (tearing up)
[These letters have been hidden in Room 8, under the bed. There's also a lot of discarded sheets of paper lying around.]
telecosmetic: (staring)
[Well, lots of people had bad reactions to that motive, but Mithos disappearing is definitely worrying. After she makes sure Minato is as comfortable as possible, she heads towards his room, reaching out to knock on the door.]

Hey, Mithos...are you alright?
telecosmetic: (strings of fate)
[It's Thursday night, and Eliza is returning to their room to sleep. In her arms, she's now carrying a plush frog dressed in a wizard's outfit and cloak. She's hugging it quite tight, as if it might disappear if she lets go.

The room has already been set up with various other things she's received. The photo of her and her extended family is up on the desk, and the rather large dog has found a place on the floor to curl up as well. She blinks a little as she hears the door open.]

Oh, hey, Zack.
telecosmetic: (ominous shadow)
[Eliza hums to herself a little as the train leaves the station, heading on for whatever's coming next. In the room she and Zack share, she's lining up several knives, turning them over in her hand. Aelfryth, Reepicheep, and Blaggut are sitting on the table as well, also looking over a selection of knives and small swords.]

So, see any you particularly like?

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