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[selfconcept]

Congratulations! You survived the first week of Personal Enrichment Class! Or at least, your body did if you feel like astral projecting. It's time to mingle with your fellow students after the Saturday lesson. Maybe get revenge. Or maybe you're going to your room right away. Either way, it's free time! Let loose. Go wild.

Comments

[herlocksholmes]

...not on Florence. I would consider on Ms. Lorelei. [Sholmes taps his wrist, where the scar is] She planned the teams on purpose, meaning she set this pain-sharing.

[He would consider it but other than that so far he doesn't have enormous complaints against Lorelei. She gave him some reassurance about time not advancing in their homes too much. That was a huge weight off his shoulders, and that made him feel kind of grateful. Perhaps grateful enough to spare her any sparks of pettiness he could feel]

[selfconcept]

But there's really no way to get her with a bomb. You can do something Flat did—playing something loud for hours and keep calling her over and over.

[ .... ]

Only after she implements the soundproofing stuff.

[ If there's another ten hour instrument marathon, he's going to kill someone. ]

[herlocksholmes]

[The second comment gets Sholmes to raise his eyebrows with amusement]

You don't sound appreciative of Mr. Escardos' efforts with the trombone!

[Says Sholmes, who stayed away until Flat was done because he wasn't going to stick to listen to that either, hah]

[selfconcept]

Unfortunately, the common area is literally right next to my room. Sleep is one of my most favorite things in the omniverse, so I think you can understand how peeved I was.

[ But it's not like he'd go and stab Flat. He enjoys Miach being around too. ]