12 Smuppets; Text; Forward dated slightly to morning

[plushaeusrumpified]

Yo, it's been entirely too long since you all got a real homework assignment. Not something like those little study assignments I've been giving you. It's about time for another one of the real deals.

Since you're all on the same level, this goes to everyone. You've been studying basic phrases in Mermish, right? So it's time to put those to use. I want everyone to start inco

[But then the message stops for a few long moments. Ink drips onto the page as if he's dropped his quill. It's a while before anything more than inksplatters appears.]

Alright, that was weird! I just had like, a massive head rush or something. I don't remember coming into this room! And I don't even know whose journal this is, but I guess I got a teacher's journal by accident? I don't even know. But whatever. I hope they don't mind me using it, because I can't find my own.

This guy writes a lot of weird things.

Oh, I probably shouldn't be reading this, should I? Sorry! Please don't give me detention. I'm just kinda confused, I wasn't thinking. I'll pretend I didn't read anything.

So anyway, I've been here a few months now and weird things are still happening. Like me waking up in this room randomly, for example. Is that normal? Should I see a doctor? I know this place is magical, but still it's really freaking weird.

I should probably get out of here now that I think about it. I don't wanna be caught in some teacher's office without permission...

Also does anyone have any ink I can borrow? Because this black is really boring.

[So yeah, Bro is back to being a first year in the middle of writing a homework assignment and is kinda confused. On an OOC note, responses will come from brohoof]

Comments

[wwehs]

yeah!! i can do that
i low love readin an stuff so ill just read till you get there
here i mean oops

[And Eridan certainly did make himself comfortable. He found a nice corner of the library that seemed to be less inhabited and took a few random books off the shelves that seemed interesting to him. When Dirk finds him, all in his chubby 6 year old glory, there is a few key differences from the lad at his age from the one that we all know of the tender age of 14. The first one being that his hair's not dyed at this age and is pressed down with a few bits up in a cowlick-y fashion. The next being that he's more chubby than usual and even at the angle that he's sitting he looks.

Like a fat kid.

Not even gonna lie.

Other than that, he's still a million freckles and wearing glasses that he's having to push up every so often. He's not really paying much attention to the words, but mainly going for the pictures right now.]

perma action

[brohoof]

[Dirk manages to find the library fairly quickly, having been here plenty of times. He won't admit it, but it's also somewhere he enjoys being. He wasn't nearly a Ravenclaw for nothing, after all. Finding Eridan is the hard part, since it's such a big place, but when he does, it's very obvious. He takes a moment to take in the sight, having to suppress a laugh. Not a mocking one, it's just. an amusing sight in general. And then he approaches.]

You're Eridan, right? I'm Dirk.