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Watch And Learn So You Can Get It Right

Every now and again Doctor F remembered that this was actually a school and not a multi-roomed holding cell. The influx of new students reminded him, this time around. So he went and poked at the other teachers to remind them to do their jobs.

Well, he had to prod Lady Tremaine and Mother Gothel. Yen Sid, it seems, has been teaching all along, whenever someone wanted to come in for a lesson. Unlike the others he was accessible and available. Well, now all of them were. How long that might last, however....

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Doctor Facilier went around to find the new students. To them, he introduced himself.

"Well hello there, I am Doctor Facilier, headmaster of this fine school. I wanted to personally welcome you and show you where the classes are. If you have any questions, my door is always open. Except when it is closed. Then it is only open if you are a deft enough hand with a lock pick... Now, who exactly did you say you are again...?"

However if he spotted anyone who had been around for a while there might be a not so friendly reminder to get to class. As though classes had been running on anything that resembled a schedule. At all. But not too harsh, not yet. After all, he could use some of these kids still. And a few of them even had his eye as especially useful. So he was a little softer with Emporio and Louie.

Edited 2023-10-06 06:08 (UTC)

One teacher had not needed reminding. As he always was, Professor Yen Sid was in his class room, ready and willing to teach. That classroom was one of the science labs down in the basement. In between students, he was experimenting with using the various recently acquired fish and gator byproducts. But his classroom door was always wide open, and he was very willing to be disturbed by those with an eager mind.

Lady Tremaine, called once more to work, reluctantly left her teacher's quarters and came out to a classroom with a broken door. The desks were all fitted with cauldrons, though some were in better shape than others. None were in shape that could be called good. The chairs were, of course, worse.

"Come in, come in," she snapped. "No dawdling. Evil does not dawdle. We might tarry, we might pause before we strike, but we do not hide and we do not cower. Take a seat and we'll begin."

The doorway to her classroom was open. Just as well, really. The smell from the fish oil she was using in her most recent skin care regimen really could use an airing out anyway. Besides, the lighting was better in here.

Anyone entering her class would find her posing dramatically before a mirror, making duck lips at it.

"Oh right, students. Didn't anyone ever tell you it is selfish and rude to be late to class?" Of course, if they point out that they weren't late, she might just send them away until they are.

All the extra activity in the school once again chased Xion outside. She was mostly skulking around in the shadows in the lee of the building, trying hard not to be seen. She would have just... slept... if there was somewhere safe to do it.

For once, not because she was breaking, but because... it would be that much less time she was terrified.

Though all this hiding out did give her more time than was probably healthy to dwell on that weird bad dream she had had. Well, most of it had been bad. Seeing Axel wasn't bad at all. Except that he hadn't been here when she woke up.

Xion shuddered, hunching in on herself. Then she made the choice and when she thought no one was looking ran for the shore. Maybe... maybe she could see him coming. He said he was coming... right? So he'd be here... right?

She stood on the beach, statue still staring out at the barrier.

Edited 2023-11-03 08:05 (UTC)

School? Seriously? Oh, sorry, but it seems like she left her school uniform at home. Oh well, she'll just have to cut...

Utau perched on one of the doomstones, feet against the graven words as she looked out over the thorn walls, hair blowing back in the wind.

She'd raided the lockers that the headmaster had warned people away from before her arrival and now her outfit was darker than when she arrived. The black and purple leather jacket was most of that, though she had also found a thick pair of black boots. She'd have preferred the pumps she found, even though they were blue, but her feet didn't fit.

She had a different look to her than she did when she arrived. Some of the softness that she had just recently rediscovered was fading, a sharpness was returning to her purple eyes.

Edited 2023-11-03 09:05 (UTC)

[ Yeah, no. Morgana had dropped out of school years ago, and she hadn't made any plans to start lessons up again. The only reason she was even in the building was because it was the only place to actually live in, ridiculous as the idea was. Still, they couldn't force her to take classes, and she had better things to do with her time.

So she decided to take over one of the rooms and use it as a temporary sound-stage. Practice made perfect, and Morgana wouldn't settle for anything less for her performances. Archie the spider kept themselves busy by making cobwebs in a corner, and the bats Eek and Squeak were quietly grooving to Morgana's beats as they hung upside-down from the ceiling. Time for rehearsal - out in the hallway, anyone could hear her singing and playing her guitar. ]

I'm gonna cast a spell on you,
You're gonna do what I want you to!
Mix it up here in my little bowl,
Say a few words and you'll lose control!

The humanoid-shaped tree -- and the more obvious tree-shaped tree -- had yet to set foot in the building, honestly. The two were making their way around the perimeter for the umpteenth time, the former letting out a long, slow breath as he determinedly kept his patience. Sooner or later, there would have to be a way to leave, right? Beyond simply attempting the waters, rough as they looked?

He was beginning to consider entering the building, to see if perhaps the way out was to go deeper in. It wouldn't have usually made much sense, of course, but dreams sometimes made very little indeed, and if this was simply yet another instance of someone's dreamscape... a persistent instance, whoever's it was! And the utter lack of his abilities working as they normally ought to only seemed to count in favor of this theory, really... well, maybe it was worth a try?

Maybe. Maybe.

Maybe not. He looked behind him, to the other tree. Did he leave it outside, or take it with him? He wasn't certain he trusted that it would stay put and un-harassed, if he left it. But if he took it, would it be any more hospitable an environment?

He'd be outside for quite a while, if someone should find him there.

And, some time later, perhaps they'd come across him just inside the doorway, not quite daring to go in further when his precious tree refused to set foot -- well, to set root -- further inside. Perhaps it didn't like the feel of the floor there? Who knew. He was trying to figure that out, really......

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NPC - Doctor Facilier

NPC - Professor Yen Sid

NPC - Lady Tremaine

NPC - Mother Gothel

Xion | Kingdom Hearts | CW: Angst | OTA

Utau Hoshina | Shugo Chara | OTA | Angst = yes.

Morgana McCawber | Ducktales 2017 | OTA

Chell (OC) ★ OTA