WEEK 4

[bathymetric]

Another trial, another week, and still you're probably running lower on answers than you'd like. And on people - you lost three since last Sunday. By the end of this week, you'll have been here for nearly a full month, yet still the days crawl on.

You wake up Sunday, again with no memory of Saturday, but this time with a simple message on your devices: You may resume requesting items, if you like. Enjoy. Guess it really was just a stealth motive after all, but at least it's being communicated that it's over! That's something, at least.

And when you leave your rooms on Sunday, there's another new area to explore! This one is... certainly more ambitious in its construction than the last one, to say the least. But hey, you have a pretty neat place to host parties, if you feel so inclined! That's... fun...

Hey, you gotta find the fun in situations like this where you can! Silver linings, right?



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[ ooc: Welcome to Week 4! Remember to turn in AC here, threads for regain coins here, and if you feel so inclined you can visit Angel's office hours over here! ]

Comments

[bolderfell]

[He examines the padded end for a bit, rotating it to see how it's held on.]

...I might be able to tie it on a little better. No guarantees it'd stay.

[baitless]

Ah, that would be helpful. It... does keep falling apart, so if that happens less often, that would be preferable...

[bolderfell]

All right. Think I've got some twine...

[He goes to sit against the wall and lays the lance across his lap so he can work some string magic on this padding.]

This what you teach at your school, then? Polearms?

[baitless]

Thank you for that.

[He stands off to the side a bit awkwardly...]

Well, most of my duties there are administrative, but I teach seminars on lances and how to lead battalions on occasion.

[bolderfell]

[Whistle.]

Battalions, huh. Guess it really is an officers' academy. You get a lot of battalions willing to listen to students?

[baitless]

More than you’d think, really. Granted, we do have something of a system for picking out battalions that are more willing to work with those who are new to commanding troops versus those who would rather work with more experienced or naturally gifted students, so it tends to go fairly smoothly.

[bolderfell]

How old are these students of yours, typically?

[baitless]

The majority of them are in their late teens, but... well, our youngest students are fifteen and our oldest is twenty-two.

[...]

I do wish we limited it to older students, but that is not my decision to make.

[bolderfell]

...

I would never take orders from a fifteen-year-old.

[Says the man currently entrapped by a seventeen-year-old.]

[baitless]

It’s funny you say that, since the one fifteen-year-old did consistently get very high marks in her Authority training...

[bolderfell]

[Lysithea would ruin Therion's entire career and we all know it.]

What's she an authority on. Tying her bootlaces?