#party 6

You awaken to the gentle burble of your lab, and the soft hum of your home. As you blink yourself awake, you realize you fell asleep at your desk again, your glasses askew and papers stuck to your face. You sit up, a knot in your neck objecting to this strain. Adjusting your glasses, you roll your neck a bit, which for the moment silences the lump. Stretching lazily you rise to your feet and immediately fall on your face. You sit up again, and rub your legs, which feel both stiff and akin to jelly. After your legs return to normal, you wait a second before rising, expecting another malady to cease being inert. With nothing much happening for roughly a minute(exactly 62 seconds to be precise), you rise and deem it important to get some stretching done before anything. While the act of stretching is routine, you add to the exercise by reciting semi dormant information about your surroundings. You are currently standing in your small bedroom, which doubles as your laboratory. You realize that more of your room is taken up by your laboratory, so you restart taking stock. You are currently standing in your small laboratory, which doubles as your bedroom. In the corner is the entirety of the bedroom, a single cot with a dresser next to it, both covered in a thin layer of dust. Turning 45 degrees you see your much cleaner bookcase, where your collection of well-weathered books on the subject of alchemy make their home. Following that with another 45 degree turn, you stare at the door out of your room, which at the moment sits closed, a poster on the anatomy of several races plastered across it. You don’t understand why you need that poster but you have goblin anatomy recessed somewhere in your mind. Spinning a whole 90 degrees, you stare again at your lab station, your desk, your trusty steed upon which you ride into battle against science saying no. as you finish stretching you realize there is something important you forgot. Normally when this happens you think on a constant in your life, and spiral outwards until you remember. you quickly decide to begin with one of the bigger constants in your life, your name.

You chuckle for a moment a remember a nickname one of your old rivals gave you.you never understood why because alchemy is one of the furthest thing from witchcraft and the sheer act of likening that act of wanton chaotic “Magic”, if you can even call it such, to the precise and wondrous art of alchemy, why it sickens you! Such an act is akin to breaking into your house, eating your food, de-alphabetizing your reagents, and murdering your apprentice. You would never dare to refer yourself as a witching lady, canine or otherwise. A good insult though. You will have to use it with your rival.

A voice chimes in. A name. A alliteration. A brand. You could never math AA’s skill. She is the top teacher at MDU, one of the finest alchemist in the world. While you are not anywhere near her skill, you do consider yourself atleast skilled, if not Awesome, to alliterate your chosen class. You don’t know why Alanbee popped into your head. They make good soda. You could really go for some.

Puella Virtute Retunsus. This is the name all right. Well, it’s right because it is your name, or the one your parents gave you. Or, well “Parents” would be more apt to say. You mostly go by Ella because most people these days don’t have the time or care enough to say lengthy phrases of latin. Or well, most of them don’t. Even alchemy has phased out latin for the most part since the City was formed. A shame, with how Latin sounds so eloquent, flowing like wine into the goblet of a well of roman senator, a younger man, but one with experience plenty fighting the dastardly Vandals. He has a small scar on his cheek, where a blade narrowly slid across his face. You catch his eye, your dress complemented by silk….

You stop that train of thought because have stuff to do today. Important stuff! Stuff that doesn’t involve your fantasies of Roman smooching. Today you will be meeting some of your friends for the first time ever. You are utterly ecstatic at this idea and are practically about to explode like a Devils hand/Janissary Wort concoction. You, may, or may not be jumping up and down, causing your room to shake a bit. You just can’t help it.

But what if they don’t like you? Or you  freak them out or can’t make eye contact with them, causing them to think you don’t find them interesting?  You do find them very interesting and cherish your friends greatly, but your suddenly overcome with the fear of offending them and becoming not friends. You are suddenly very worried about that. So much so you forgot what you needed to before then.

I feel like ‘Please Tell Me’ is a really overlooked single by Girl’s Day. I mean, I know they never released a MV for it, but it’s still a good song, and the choreography is super cute!!

(I put two pics of the black and white polka dotted outfits because if you look close, one is from “Female President” era and the other is from “Darling” era based on Hyeri’s haircuts)