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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 22, 2010 22:59:10 GMT -5
OOC: Look, I've waited 36 hours for the answer to one simple question. Hecate, you have logged in twice. I'm moving on without you.Ludvig finished up with Hecate. She was going to be perfectly fine. He moved back to the banquet table and picked up some of the napkins. He patted down the areas of his leg that had been hit with punch. Fortunately, it wouldn't easily show up on his coordinate. It would mean having to figure out something else for future formal events. But these things could be fixed. He looked up and noticed Vivian had moved into the area. He flashed her a bright smile. He looked back at the banquet table. "Miss Junko, I vould say that as ve have no punch to protect, it vould be in our interest to help vatch the floor. I vould like to dance vith a student or two to show them that I am not as scary as I seem. Perhaps you vould come out vith me on the dance floor and find a student or two to dance vith?"
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 22, 2010 23:24:05 GMT -5
He gave the gardener a quick nod and a short "Da," before turning quickly and leaving the area. He couldn't just leave the mess there after all.
-Alaric- leaves the area
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Post by elenora lucrezia biancardi on Dec 23, 2010 0:26:59 GMT -5
Elenora watched the scene unfold with interest, still trying to make it ambiguous whether or not she was gawking at the scene like everyone else that had gathered around. As the teachers began to file out, helping students or searching for mops, Elenora had a horrible realization. She was gawking just like everyone else! Immediately, the girl turned on her heel and began to weave her way out of the crowd and banquet area. How embarrassing! After all, her mother had not raised her to act in such an undignified fashion. What would her mamma or papa say if they could see her now?
On her way out of the area, Elenora hastily grabbed a glass and filled it with chilled water. As she turned again, the girl very nearly tripped over the unconscious Hecate, stumbling and almost spilling her water as she almost tripped over the fallen girl's legs. Oh dear. It was time for a sit-down and rest.
-Elenora- leaves the area.
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Post by assistant headmistress on Dec 23, 2010 1:05:42 GMT -5
The Assistant Headmistress had received news of the most horrible kind. Someone had tried to throw themselves from a ground floor balcony! The absolute horror of such a scenario filled her with both anger and amusement. Having a student kill themselves (albeit in a very unorthodox way) would leave a horrible scar on Mille Feuille's reputation. She quickly gathered her bustle skirt, and swished out the door, down the hall, her shoes all but stomping. The Assistant Headmistress was very, very annoyed.
She opened the doors to the ballroom, and gasped. What on earth...? The groundskeeper had left his post, teachers were angry, students were tripp- tripping? The Assistant Headmistress looked down to see a girl sprawled at the foot of a table. She walked over, her heels clacking on the tiled floor, lifted the girls arm, and let it go. It dropped to the floor with a slight plop. The Assistant Headmistress' frown turned quickly to a scowl. She looked to the table, and spied Professor Ludvig.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!"
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 23, 2010 1:16:21 GMT -5
Ludvig held a finger up to Junko, indicating for her to hold that thought while he turned to address the Assistant Headmistress. He wouldn't confront her here about his other problem, that would be addressed at another time.
He cleared his throat. "Vhat ve have here are two, very different issues at once. The mess on the floor vas due to a panic and a rush to address an issue that vas not an emergency. I have spoken vith the Professor Alaric who vitnessed vhat appeared to be an attempt on her own life, or perhaps a very coincidental incident of being on the balcony and having a severe psychiatric breakdown. I am not a shrink, but I have vitnessed cases like this."
He cleared his breath and motioned to the still Hecate on the floor. "I have examined here and she is alive, well, and avake. She, however, is non-responsive. The vitals are there and she is reacting to stimuli. Her pulse is also quite strong. I have been unable to get her to respond, however. There are a couple of possibilities. The first is that she had some sort of mental breakdown due to stress, the self induced kind that kids often have for attention. Kind of like the students who cut themselves, yes?"
He thought about the next ailment he was thinking of and spoke. "There is also the possibility ve have a case of a psycho-somatic illness. I have heard of a disease in vhich the body ceases to move despite being still. I think that is the true cause. I vill demonstrate vhy."
Ludvig reached down and picked up the student's hand. It stood upright, prone and did not move from where he let go.
"It is my recommendation that she be sent to Colchester Psychiatric Hospital for a evaluation. I vill, of course, leave the final decision up to you."
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Post by assistant headmistress on Dec 23, 2010 1:31:15 GMT -5
The Assistant Headmistress shook her head as Ludvig explained what had happened. Her temper rose, and she ran a hand through loose strands in her bun, which had somehow become slightly messy and undone. Her mouth began to twitch with every passing word. Her foot began to tap and her arms crossed. The Assistant Headmistress would not tolerate insanity at this school. At least, not this kind.
"Wonderful recommendation, Mr. Ludvig." She strained to keep her voice pleasant, but was on the verge of failing. "However, you must give her at least a semblance of a chance to wake up. I foresee two options," she held up one gloved finger, "kick her under the table completely so as not to disturb any students." She then held up a second gloved finger. "Or put her on the balcony, tie her if you have to, though I doubt she can hurt herself from a ground floor veranda. If she continues to act in this manner, please proceed to move her to Colchester. "
The Assistant Headmistress' eyes were now twitching. She knew she needed a good cup of tea, some sleep, or both. "Please do not let me hear of such things occuring again." With that, she left the room in a billowing cloud of black.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 23, 2010 2:13:50 GMT -5
Vivian was quite bafeled aabout what was going on. Her room mate seemed to have collapsed compeletely and the assistent headmistress had given some orders regarding her. She wasn't sure if she was needed and started gain looking for OJ. The boy seemed to have vanished.
Her hands were cold again. The balcony migth have not been a wise idea. She was glad that she had decided to wear gloves, her number on protection against people noticing how cold her hands could get.
Now that th mess seemed to be over she dared to glance at Ludvig. He wasn't wearing his usual germ protecting clothes but a formal coordinate. It made him look quite different. Vivian became suddenly quite shy and turned her gaze to the ground. She realized that both of them looked nothing like their usual selves.
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 23, 2010 2:13:51 GMT -5
-Alaric- enters the area (again)
Alaric headed back to the tables from the kitchen to report what news he had about the punch for the dancers and wall flowers. As he drew closer all he heard was "kick her under the table," and was immediately confused. Until he remembered the unresponsive body. He let out a sigh. This was troublesome. The Assisstant Headmistress turned sharply and stormed away, he had to hop backwards to avoid the thunderstorm of a woman.
"I have spoke to kitchen about the punch Doctor Ludvig. They say they vill provide punch but they are not happy vith the reason for the vaste of the first one, da." he spoke in a bored, neutral tone.
He turned his gaze to the unresponsive girl. The Assisstant Headmistress's words were not to be ignored, hell would have to be paid from the poor sould who disobeyed. With a shake of his head, he hardened his heart slightly and nudged the body under the table. He fixed the table cloth with brisk, efficiant movements.
"Problem fixed da?" he said in the neutral tone. He proposed a sudden question to the two teachers.
"Are either of you going to dance?"
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Post by andrew jung oh on Dec 23, 2010 3:17:43 GMT -5
Andrew enters the area
OJ walked towards the tables distractedly. He sighed as he stuffed his hands in his pocket. He'd gone to the bathroom to splash water on his face, and his bangs, still a tad bit wet, clung to his forehead romantically. He wasn't used to being so completely honest to people about his past and his family. Spilling everything like that to VIvian had been necessary (or least, he'd felt that it was necessary at the time), and the kiss on the cheek had been a true gesture of friendly affection, but it was still more than OJ was used to expressing. He normally tried to hide away from feelings like that, preferring to keep things strictly platonic. But sometimes sacrifices must be made for others, he thought to himself as he walked blindly into the area. Just like others must be sacrificed for me.
He was startled as a woman dressed regally in black rushed past him. He turned around, but did not get a good look at the woman's face. Still, her entire comportment represented someone of status and importance. OJ turned back around, this time actively exploring his environment with all of his senses. Hecate was on the floor, drenched in what looked like red punch. The doctor and a male teacher he'd never met before were crouched around her, splashed with artificial red coloring. Miss Junko- gorgeous as ever in her black cocktail dress and signature headband, his brain managed to note- was surrounded by disintegrating mini napkins, wearing an expression of complete defeat and terror. Students all over were either trying their best to help the situation or staring at the chaos helplessly. And there was Vivian, staring at the ground as if it was her best defense against something.
"Vivi!" he called, rushing to her side. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "What the devil happened here? I step out for two minutes and it looks like the entire party's gone to the dogs! And who was that woman that just walked out?" OJ couldn't resist glancing in the direction that the woman had gone. She'd felt creepy. Remembering himself, he took a step back and gave the teachers a short, but formal bow. "Sorry for intruding, Doctor, Miss Junko-" he tried to say her name with the same flat intonation as the others, but instead, the words just came out in a sort of whispery voice- "and, uh..."
He stopped. He didn't know the last teacher's name. Nevermind that. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 23, 2010 3:30:30 GMT -5
Junko's eyes grew wide at the assistant headmistress's ideas of solution. Now, Junko was not exactly the most caring or the most compassionate person ever, especially if there was no gain for her in store. But to simply kick the child underneath a table? Or tie her up so she couldn't move? This woman definitely had some nerve! Junko wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or to be impressed. It took a high level of ruthlessness to say the things the assistant headmistress had suggested. This clearly was a woman who knew what she wanted and was never disappointed.
As if the fates couldn't toy with her life any more, right as the assistant-headmistress-demon left, Andrew walked in. He stopped and asked the harlot- that is, his pretty little date- what was going on, looking utterly bewildered at the sight in front of him. Junko whimpered quietly. She didn't want him to see her like this, heels drenched in red mess and her mind completely befuddled with panic. She wanted to run to the bathroom and hide before Andrew got a good look at her. With any luck, he wouldn't get a good look at her, and he wouldn't remember what she looked like disheveled and without any composure.
Her dismay made her upset, which made her frustrated, which made her irritated, which made her annoyed, which just made her pissed. She turned on the male teacher who'd offered his help- most graciously, in fact- and glared. "The kitchens are upset, are they?" she asked with daggers flying from every word. "Well, Mister-What's-Your-Name, you can tell them to mind their own businesses and do their jobs instead of complaining!"
Junko stood to her feet decisively. She was done being sympathetic. It clearly was not helping the situation. "Doctor!" she addressed forcefully. "If I may so kindly suggest not listening to a word that demon lady said. The assistant headmistress obviously does not seem to care about the well being of her students. So if you and your little nurse-" here she nodded at Vivian, who she had not failed to notice- "would be so kind as to take Miss So-and-So somewhere private, Mister What's-His-Name can supervise bringing the punch in, and Mr. Oh and I will work on cleaning this mess and up controlling the crowd. Do you agree?"
She said this last part forcefully and punctuated it with a strong glare. If the doctor had a reason to disagree, then he'd better make sure it was a good one.
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