#imprecationed

With a pleasant smile he stands from the bench, leaving the magazine and tea behind to approach the young woman. He fans himself as yellow eyes look her over. “You have a remarkable frame! I must dress you! Have you ever modeled before? It’s a fairly easy thing to do! Oh it must sound strange coming from a man that doesn't introduce himself!” Folding his fan closed Ayame gives her a bow.

“Ayame Sohma, I work at Softcoeur! We specialize in lingerie there; but not to worry I do a few side projects mostly with specialty outfits like dresses and such. Would you be interested in wearing something I make?”

A great way to spend the day if it’s not terrorizing the students of Class 1-A, it would be to spend some time in the library. Looking for some cook books to pass the time, to make his own favorite meals, the boy spots someone that seem... indecisive of what she was looking for. 

Thankfully, this one was catered with a few snacks here and there. And once everyone had filed in, the tailor began. A hologram popped up on the central table for everyone to view.

“Alright. So, we’ve about come to the end of the month, and I have a few matters to discuss. First and foremost...”

“...You’ve all done a superb job--much better than I expected since that odd bout of activity in that fantasy world about a month ago. All of you have worked very hard, despite the jarring change. So as a thank-you, I’ve gotten into contact with the Golden Dawn Resort. As long as you present your worker’s badge to the front desk, you should be able to pick one of the spa treatments on the Silver list free of charge. I would recommend a visit before the end of the year.

“Next, we have a couple new employees who will be working with us, so please welcome them and answer any questions they may have if I’m not around.

“Thirdly, thank you to everyone that ran the booth in Archimedes during the festival--you’ll be compensated for your time. If anyone cares to help stick around and dismantle it with me, I would appreciate the help.

“And finally, we still have a bit of summer left to go, so keep the theme in mind. Light clothes, swimsuits, raincoats--I’m sure you all know.”

With a satisfied nod, Iori closed the hologram, and gave a bow to his team.

“Thank you all again for your excellent work. I’m humbled, but not at all surprised at your work and determination. But, I’ve held your attention long enough. So--dismissed!”

(tagged workers under the cut!)

“I must say, that’s quite a headdress you have, girl! Or perhaps, those antlers are actually attached to your head...?”

– While there are a number of things you need to do outside your home, the weather has been blistering during the day, and so you’ve been staying indoors despite wanting nothing more than to leave for a few hours. You’re just about to sit down for some light reading, but then the doorbell rings. You’re the closest to the door, so you answer it.

When you open it, however, you notice your guest and your shoulders arch instinctively. You stare for a few seconds before trying to proceed like normally. Looks don’t mean anything in a place like this. You know that, and you feel ashamed for even having a reaction to the person in front of you. Relaxing your shoulders, you attempt to gloss over it entirely. For her sake at least. 

“Ah- hello.”

“Were you here to see someone? I can go get them for you.” 

Ayame never mentioned a girl with antlers to you yet, though you have been holing up in your room quite a bit. It’s likely if she’s met your brother she’ll have noticed the similarities between you already. Or at least, the fact you look strikingly similar. 

“Well, whatever changed everyone certainly got to you, didn’t it? Oh dear. Get it? Because you’re a deer?” 

Rika approached the anxious looking.. beastkin, if she heard the term properly, if only to have some kind of ally. She offered a closed mouth smile, and extended her leafy hand. It was, truthfully, entirely possible that the girl was a native, but the way she held herself implied otherwise.

At the very least, Rika had taken the steps to cover herself in some kind of clothing before greeting people at random.

The quest, Waver finds, was deceptive in how easy it looked on paper versus how rare the herbs required actually were. With wild foliage, weeds and other plantations crawling up to knee height, sifting through the forest canopy in search of the medicinal prize was a laborious affair - but one Waver doesn’t mind too much. 

On the contrary, the discovery of new weird and wonderful fauna taps directly into his mage side and he has to make the conscious effort of not getting too distracted from the task at hand. Having searched over an hour with no luck, he straightens up with a sigh, wiping the gathered sweat on his brow across his sleeve. In his periphery, he notices his friend seems to be sniffing the air - nifty trick!

Dropped for you!