The Schools When Very, Very Sleep Deprived
(No flowery prose on this one, guys. I’ve been awake for 19 hours straight, and that’s a lot for me okay. Also, swearing.)
Our Storm student??? Sleep Deprived??? No, they’re just finishing a project… with the help of like A Lot of coffee. Or sugar. Anyway, it’s dangerous. Don’t worry, when they pass out over their newest project it’ll be safe to move them to an appropriate sleeping surface. (I meant a BED, DON’T PUT THEM ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE, MYTH WIZARD)
The Ice student is little dead inside. Oops, the fire wizard told them they ‘look tired’. They look like they want to kill our fire wiz, because when people say that, you’re actually tired, or you look like shit. I’d start running. Doesn’t matter if you did it or not. Run. Save yourself from scarring memories.
Our Fire student has ZERO FILTER. They’re running from our lovely ice wiz now. Look at them go. Stumbling like drunk giraffes at a circus. (Also, I advise leaving anything explosive out of their reach. Just to be safe.)
The Death student is giggling. Call 911, call Oprah, call Dworgyn, what the fuck. They’re giggling a lot. And making skeleton puns. And decorating for Halloween. It’s the beginning of August.
The Myth student is busy being a miscreant fool. Somewhere, Cyrus’ head popped out of the ground like an alarmed meerkat. He knows of impending bullshit to come. The Myth wizard drew dicks on the defenseless, sleeping form of our balance wizard three hours ago. (I MEAN IT, PUT THE STORM WIZARD D O W N)
The Life student is mixing energy drinks, alcohol, and coffee. They’re snorting pixie sticks. They made a chalk outline in the powder, like a person’s at a crime scene, and are yelling at the others to ‘Ask for heals one more time, you godless heathen motherfuckers’.
The balance student passed out at Nine PM. Like a reasonable human being. And a huge fuckin’ nerd.
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